The head teacher was so angry that he wanted to beat him up: "You go out and stand there too!"

"Go out."

Fu Chenxing had obviously been used to it for a long time. He stood up lazily, walked out lazily, stood outside the window lazily, tilted his body, and looked like a scoundrel.

Teacher Kong glared at him fiercely.

As a teacher, he also hopes that his students will be well-behaved and have good grades.

However, this teenager, especially boys, was in his rebellious period, which really made him feel a headache.

He is a male teacher and can still hold back a little.

The young female teacher in Class 5 next door has been pissed off countless times.

Already a little depressed.

You can't beat you, and you dare not scold you.

These days, it is really difficult to be a teacher.

Kong Jiaming felt his brain hurt. He originally wanted to check the students' homework in the classroom, but he was really unconscious, so he asked the class representative to collect the math homework and took it back to the office to watch it slowly.

"You can recite Chinese and English in the morning reading class."

Kong Jiaming went out listlessly.

The classroom suddenly became noisy.

The class leader Han Yu turned his head and glared: "Can the boys in the back row be quieter? If you don't study, don't delay other students!"

She glanced at Zhao Yuanjing and saw that he was quietly looking out the window, as if he was distracted and did not participate in the noise, so she hummed and withdrew her gaze.

The squad leader still has the majesty, not to mention that the two most naughty have been driven outside.

So the noise disappeared, and instead they were all reading and reciting.

This made Zhao Yuanjing a little interested.

He was born as a prince and had been taught by great scholars since he was a child. In the Wenhua Palace, there were only a few princes and companions.

Dozens of students like this gather together and chant with words, generally speaking, can only be seen in private schools.

Zhao Yuanjing has never participated.

It's inevitable to be interesting to watch.

He poked the seat in front and looked at the honest little girl: "Do you know when the classmates from No. 4 Middle School will come?"

The little girl looked at him and blushed in an instant. She didn't even dare to look at him. She stuttered and said, "I don't know... Maybe the last class in the morning. The last self-study class."

"Oh, thank you."

"No, you're welcome." The little girl quickly turned back and covered her face with a textbook. She didn't know if she could see the words.

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at the blackboard, and the course schedule for today was written on it.

The first Chinese, the second mathematics, the third physical education, and the fourth self-study.

There are four classes in the afternoon and two classes in the evening.

Zhao Yuanjing thought to himself that these modern students are also very hardworking.

This small classroom, forty or fifty students, and crowded seats, isn’t it uncomfortable to sit for a day?

Zhao Yuanjing opened his backpack and took out Zhao Xiaojing's textbooks and notes.

There is also a stack of test papers.

Blank, no question was done.

Zhao Yuanjing opened the Chinese textbook, glanced a few times, and was soon attracted by the content of the article.

He watched very quickly.

Almost ten lines at a glance.

A Chinese textbook is not thick, and half of it is made of various annotations, thinking and inquiry, and homework questions.

After the morning reading class, he also read a complete Chinese book.

Still not satisfied.

He found that the content was really interesting.

The bell rings at the end of morning reading class, some students lazily lying on their seats to make up for sleep, while some girls went to the bathroom hand in hand.
Chapter completed!