"And it is said that the new teacher looks pretty good, he is a female teacher who just came out to work."

The expression of the Homura Weiren is obscene and vivid.

It perfectly interprets the vulgar characters in movies. It is a pity that the TV series did not invite the Ushimura to star in.

"The news is true?"

Another person who entered the classroom with his schoolbag rushed to Mido Hayato's seat, and his appearance was as worthy of complaint as the Homura Weiren.

Inuda Yuki.

Another friend of the original owner who has a similar smell.

If the Ushimura people look vulgar like a fox dog, Inuda Yuki looks like an Akita dog.

It does not make people feel that Akita's honest and cuteness is, but rather another kind of vulgarity.

Yuto Komura and Yui Inuda both embarked on their own vulgarity!

"It's true! Don't forget that my dad is on the school board."

The words of the Yucun Weiren undoubtedly increased the credibility to the maximum level in an instant, which means there is no such type of composition on the Japanese Mandarin test paper, otherwise you can get full marks by writing a copy of "My School Director's Father".

Looking at the face of Yumura Weiren, Mizuto Hayato believed that Yumura Weiren's father either started from scratch or married Yumura Weiren's mother in a political marriage.

Generally speaking, there are more of the former, and it is not difficult to start from scratch in Japan.

In the past century, the most suitable era for starting from scratch was during the 100-year chaos after the war.

But the efforts of a generation in those ten years are enough to match the struggle of later generations.

But the people of the Umura Wei did not use their identity as the son of the school director at all, and were a very marginal figure in the class.

"What's the use of discussing these? Whether the new teacher is beautiful or not has nothing to do with us." Mizuto Hayato was heartless in the hearts of the two high school students.

Yu Inuda grabbed his hair and looked like the world famous painting "Scream": "Hiss, Mito, why did you get so sharp after only a few days of seeing you?"

"Is there any? It's just that your psychological endurance has decreased."

The Ueto Yumura was a little sad and took a picture of Inuda's halving: "You don't know yet. Mito now has a girlfriend, and it's different from ours. It's also worth looking down on us, rats living in the sewers of the school."

"Girlfriend?" Yui Inuda suddenly became stuttering, "When did Mito secretly have a girlfriend on his back? Who is his girlfriend? Why don't I have any news at all?"

Mido Hayato covered his face with his palm. He felt that in less than two days, the whole class would be filled with rumors of his dating with the island-lost love.

"It's a love of the island, that is the academic master in the class!" The Uyghurang pointed at the seat of the love of the island with his fingers, as if pointing out some terrifying existence, "It's the love of the island that has no common language with us and is different in air!"

The tone of the Yucun Weiren became more and more exaggerated. Fortunately, at this time, someone in the class called out the teacher.

The school spirit of private schools is still good. After all, if students are really too much, private schools have the right to expel students.

Even if the tuition fee of several million yuan a year can be refunded after being expelled, the students who have been dropped out will most likely be beaten to death by their families after returning home.

"Is there really a new teacher?"

"Ao! It's a woman!"

"Take white teeth, the old pervert of the director of the teaching department is here, go back and sit down."

When I heard the news that the coach was coming, the classroom that was still messy just now immediately returned to order.

The middle-aged teaching director walked in the corridor, and the new teacher was half a step behind and looked restrained.

"Teacher Kurokawa, the class you need to take over is generally a good class, with several top students in the school that the school has high hopes for."

"Uh-huh."

The young Kurokawa teacher kept nodding beside him.

"I see Mr. Kurokawa's resume that your primary, junior, high school and high school are all public or national, and may not understand the requirements of our private schools in terms of further education." The teacher walked in front, looking at the young teacher with his eyes, "We are different from those schools."

"To be honest, our admission rate is actually achieved by these top students. As for ordinary students, they will naturally be admitted to universities established by the school's legal person. The entire high school is actually an affiliated school of the university. After all, everyone has paid so much money. It would be embarrassing to go to a poor school soon."

The teacher doesn't like this young and beautiful teacher Kurokawa, who is more suitable for appearing on the screen than teaching in class.

Before Kurokawa came to report, the single male teachers in the office where they were recuperating at home were ready to move, including some married men who were unpretentious, which was simply ugly.

Although I just came to report today, the director of the teaching department could have come out and wait until the afternoon, and the male teachers in the school would definitely ask her for contact information.

"Hiyi, I will pay more attention to some precautions for private schools."

"Yes." The teacher refused to express his respectful attitude towards Kurokawa, "You must cherish this opportunity more. As soon as you join the job, you will be a teacher in writing. This is a rare opportunity. Even if you graduate from a prestigious university, it is not enough. This time, the teacher in that class was injured in the apocalypse..."

"Or otherwise, according to regulations, you should have to be a formal class teacher in a few years."

The only one who was injured in the school was that she was responsible for her. Even she herself almost died in the formation of the meteorite.

"Hiyi."

The young Kurokawa dared not say anything. He could only nod his head honestly in the face of the predecessor’s lecture.

"Do you think I'm talking a lot, too old-fashioned?"

"No!"

"Hmph, you must not underestimate the current students, otherwise you will suffer a lot. Children from wealthy families will inevitably be rebellious."

"Hi Yi!"

Kurokawa feels that it's too difficult.

After nodding like a timbre, the two finally walked to the door of Class B's classroom.

At the last moment, the coach finally showed a good look: "Come on, I will stand at the door of the classroom for your first class, so don't be too nervous."

After a few words of advice, the director first walked into the classroom and coughed to shock the students, and then led Teacher Kurokawa in.

Aina Kurokawa lowered her head slightly, smiling, and when she walked, she seemed to have a fragrant wind. She stood with the grade director in her sixties, and a sharp contrast instantly rushed out.

Looking at the young teacher walking in, Mizuto Hayato widened his eyes and was deeply confused.
Chapter completed!