The next morning, Ye Yangjian officially started work...
Unlike other teachers in suits and ties, Ye Yangjian's outfit on the first day was still very casual, still a pair of jeans, a pair of fashionable soldiers boots imitated on the market, and a simple and fitted T-shirt.
The tactical knife and pistol were fixed on the multi-functional tactical belt of his left and right calf respectively. He covered it with jeans and couldn't tell from the outside. A pack of cigarettes was inserted into the jeans pocket, and Ye Yangjian yawned and grabbed the list of the starting points.
Walked up...
Class 1, Grade 3, this classroom, called Devil Class, is located on the third floor. Ye Yangjian walked down the stairs from the seventh floor. The ground in the corridor of the teaching building is very smooth and clean, and the black marble is bright to reveal people. The surrounding area is full of pictures.
They were all rich children wearing various famous brands, ignoring the surprised expressions and whispering fingers around them. Ye Yangjian, who had a cross-scar, looked indifferent, and had an indifferent expression on his face. The class roster was placed in the roster.
Under my armpits, my hands in my pockets, holding a cigarette in my arms, walking towards my classroom in order...
Finally, I saw the door sign of Class 1 of Senior High School. The door was closed and the inside was quiet. Ye Yangjian guessed whether the students would do some mechanisms for the teacher on the door like when he was a child. First,
If you win something like foot washing water, red ink, blackboard wipe, you will lose face.
It is precisely because Teacher Xiaoye has such concerns that he just kicked up without saying a word...
"Boom!..." Ye Yangjian stomped open with one foot, and walked with a cigarette in his mouth. At this time, Ye Yangjian was like a fascist. "Damn it! I'll kill you first!" Ye Yangjian said, "Yes, I'll kill you first!"
Yang Jian thought proudly, this is my father’s true teachings of studying! This is so fucking that it is so good for his taste.
Without the expected foot washing water, red ink and blackboard wipes, Ye Yangjian, who walked into the classroom, glanced down and found something was wrong...
The students in the classroom were sitting neatly, with a uniform and straight school uniform wearer's school badge, sitting in a straight posture, with various books and notes on the table, and their twinkling and innocent eyes were looking at the whole body as if they were full of violence.
The man of factor.
"Sorry, my hands are in my pocket, so I don't have time to open the door!..." Ye Yang Jian thought that since the matter was already like this, he would just continue to pretend. He has two advantages. First, he is very casual and
For the second thing I can’t figure out is definitely not a waste of brain cells.'Whatever I want to do is do it...' Ye Yangjian thought secretly in his heart.
According to the routine, the teacher wanted to introduce himself to the students first. Ye Yangjian was a person who had been in college for a year and did not hesitate. He grabbed a piece of chalk from the chalk box and turned around on the blackboard.
I wrote down my name, three characters: dragons and phoenixes, with the momentum of golden swords and iron horses. After writing, I wrote the name: Ye Yangjian threw the chalk head and supported the podium with his hands, and then introduced himself...
"From today, I will be your class teacher. Let me introduce myself first: My name is Ye Yangjian, this year, 24, unmarried. I have transferred to two schools in kindergarten alone. I graduated from elementary school successfully, junior high school successfully, high school successfully, and university smoothly
He was sent to the army. He worked as a soldier, stood guard, went to the virginity and joined the party. He shot guns, played cannons, and took photos with Laden. He walked through the south, broke through the north, and pulled the god of death and kissed him.
.I was hit by a bullet, hit by a knife, and slept on a crocodile... Do you have any questions?" Ye Yangjian briefly introduced himself and found that there was a silence under the podium...
"It's really okay? Then let's start calling!" Ye Yangjian was happy. These students were not so easy to fool, right? If you have any trouble, use them quickly. Ye Yangjian looked like a hob with a fleshy expression on his face.
He went out the lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth.
"Sun Jie...
Zhou Yuanyou...
Chen Yao...
Qin Hai! Qin Hai! Qin Hai! Qin Hai! Qin Hai. Yes, let’s have a louder voice in the future!…
Wei Liu...
Qi Xiangdong...
Song Chaochao...
Fan Mingzi! Fan Mingzi! Fan Mingzi!…” Ye Yangjian was born in the army and named the name very stylishly, with loud and loud voices, short and powerful words. They are completely different from the half-dead names of ordinary teachers.
The students' names were obviously a little unacceptable, and the sound of the answer was like a mosquito hum. After Ye Yangjian roared a few times, the sound of the students' answers was obviously much louder, but it was a bit of anger in it....
"Okay, the whole class should have 40 people, but 35 people are actually! Can anyone tell me where the guys who haven't arrived have gone?" After closing the list, Ye Yangjian looked at the last one in the classroom.
The empty seats asked with a frown.
No one answered him...
"Where have people gone?" Ye Yangjian asked in a raising voice.
"Where is the squad leader? The squad leader stood up." Ye Yangjian was depressed, okay! Now he's starting to resist softly, right?
"I am the class monitor of Class 1 of Senior High School," a girl wearing a straight school uniform skirt stood up and said to Ye Yangjian with a little pride. She knew that Ye Yangjian had just come to substitute class and was not very familiar with the students' names.
As an excellent student, she has been receiving the elite lady education model of her family since she was a child. No matter what she does, the word "elegance" must be kept in mind. Therefore, Class 1, Grade 1, passed her unanimous vote as the class monitor.
"What's your name?" Ye Yangjian opened the roster and glanced quickly, searched the memory in his mind and asked.
"My name is Yan Qingran." The girl with short hair cut to the neck and fair skin replied, looking at Ye Yangjian.
"Well, I'll ask you, where have the people who haven't been named?" Ye Yangjian closed the roster and asked Yan Qingran.
"Oh, maybe I'm sick..." Yan Qingran thought about it and gave a reasonable explanation.
"I'm sick? Where is the fake note? Take it to me!" Ye Yangjian said with his hands spread out.
"No fake note..." Yan Qingran showed a disdainful smile.
"Damn it, right? I'll ask you one last time, where are those people?" Ye Yangjian narrowed his eyes and knocked on the podium with his hand and asked.
"Are you threatening me? I don't think I need to tell you..." Yan Qingran's serious expression changed from disdain to contempt. She had changed too many class teachers in this year, so she would not worry about the world at all.
What will teachers dare to do to themselves?
"Okay! I will make you feel it necessary to tell me." Ye Yangjian narrowed his eyes and took out a cigarette and knocked it on the lighter.
"There are all students in the class. Except for the class leader Yan Qingran, the other students gathered at the playground downstairs within ten minutes and ran for 5 kilometers lightly until the class leader was willing to tell the whereabouts of the other students..." Ye Yangjian held the cigarette with a cigarette.