On the first day of school, teachers from all subjects frequently went to the classrooms of Class 50 to get familiar with each other, and asked the whole class to tell the more meaningful things during the summer vacation.

These things are all for students to integrate into this environment as soon as possible, and be able to get to know different groups, which are different from the broad circles of primary schools, subject teachers in various subjects, and daily routines and schedules in junior high schools.

By around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the students in the class had basically met almost the same. Boys who looked very "behaved" in appearance, students with excellent single grades, boys who were outspoken like Xiang Jie, and boys who looked like Chen Lin had left a deep impression on the girls in the class. Of course, there were far more than Fang Ning and the others in the class. Although the yin and yang were strong in the class, there were fifty-six people after all, and it was difficult to get a glimpse of the whole picture. They still needed to slowly contact them in three years.

At the same time, the excitement of the arrival of the new semester and the joy of knowing a wider circle have gradually been diluted by the courses of Yuan Primary School.

Many students are secretly encouraging that the learning environment of junior high school means a new platform for them.

Excellent grades in primary schools also mean that they become a past tense.

Just as the class teacher said in the beginning of school, the past performance was average, but it cannot mean that he could not do it. After all, these only represent the past, not the future and the future. New competition has just begun. Only the first step has been taken, and it is still an unknown number who can laugh to the end.

Huang Minyi lay on the window in the corridor as usual and watched for a while. The students in the class were very tacitly listening to the class. On the first day of the new school year, except for Chen Lin who slammed the door, no one else had any sleep or not listening to the class. When he was in junior high school, his mentality quickly improved. He knew that the class teacher was now in office and wanted to kill the chicken to warn the monkey. He was worried that there would be no chicken, so no one dared to commit crimes against the wind.

As for Chen Lin, who slammed out of the door in mathematics class, he was surprisingly not punished by the class teacher, but continued to appear in class openly, holding a geography textbook and listening to the class with his head raised. This surprised many students a little. What does Chen Lin have to do with it?

But they obviously guessed wrong. He Ying wandered several times on the way to the first-grade office, clenched her fists and sent her fists again, thinking that she would hold back this time, otherwise she would be scolded by this class of students as a menopausal old witch. In order to establish the image of a kind teacher in front of this class of students, she really tolerated a lot. Otherwise, according to her previous temper, the bastard who slammed the door would have been punished to stand in the garbage dump and blackboard behind.

The geography teacher on the podium was Jiang Hongjun, wearing a white vest, and was also an old man from Sichuan Province. He insisted on teaching in dialects, had meticulous thinking and learned a lot of materials, making jokes cold. When talking about longitude and latitude, a cold joke suddenly appeared. Unfortunately, not many people in the class could laugh.

Old Man Jiang also has another unique skill, which is to draw maps on the blackboard with bare hands, which is amazing.

Old Man Jiang didn't know what he had eaten today, and his stomach was not good, so he wanted to fart. But because the classroom was too quiet, he wanted to cover up the fart with a cough. Who would have thought that after the coughing, the loud fart sound came late, and the whole class burst into laughter.

He still remained calm and said calmly, "Now I'm talking about the jet lag..."

Although Old Man Jiang’s geography is a primary school subject, it is often the most lively. Even on a sleepy afternoon, the atmosphere is the most active. He held the ruler and pointed at an ellipsoid with slightly flat poles and slightly bulging equator, and fucked the authentic Chuan Yan, shouting: “What is the sutra east of the meridian of Benchu?!”

"East Jing!" the whole class shouted.

“What about the west?”

"The West!"

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"I would like to give you a chestnut. Oranges grow in the south of Huai, which are oranges, and those grow in the north of Huai, which are citrus."

"Why is this?" Old Man Jiang said slowly, "This is because of climate, altitude, temperature, water quality, and soil. That is, the geography knowledge you have learned. If you learn geography well, you will not be afraid of traveling all over the world!"

Fang Ning and Yu Xiaole whispered, with the student's back blocking him in front of him, and Old Man Jiang was a little presbyopic and could not see their little movements at all.

"Our Old Man Jiang is so humorous in his lectures. How could my geography scores be bad!" Yu Xiaole was very excited. It was rare that he didn't secretly read online novels in geography classes.

"That's!"

"This junior high school life is so colorful..." Fang Ning smiled slightly.

Yu Xiaole didn't pay attention to Fang Ning's expression, but he noticed outside and coughed twice.

Fang Ning immediately understood and listened carefully.

Huang Minyi walked in on the floor, nodded to Old Man Jiang, and said in a negotiated tone: "Teacher Jiang, I will take some of your time and tell my classmates something."

Old Man Jiang glanced at her, raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said, "I have ten minutes left to finish class. In my class, even if your affairs are very important, you can't delay my lecture time. You can wait outside first."

Old Man Jiang is an old senior who is too old to be older and has a seniority. In a place like school, Huang Minyi has no choice but to turn around and wait outside the classroom.

"Old Jiang is domineering!" The class was amazed.

After Old Man Jiang finished class, Huang Minyi walked in, his face was a little bad, and the subject teacher was disgraced. He had nowhere to say anything, so he was naturally unhappy. The whole class did not know this truth. The students who packed their schoolbags stopped and were silent, and no one dared to make a sound.

"The head teacher's face looks bad, stop talking." Fang Ning pushed Yu Xiaole's shoulder.

The whole class was 56 people sitting steadily, straightening their chests and straightening their backs, without squinting their eyes.

Seeing that the class could calm down so quickly, Huang Minyi felt a lot of unhappiness. "I asked the students to wait today. There is something to take advantage of this school time to choose the class committee of our class."

The highlight is coming. Everyone is holding their breath in their hearts.

The existence of the class committee is equivalent to a class that is separated from the ordinary student group. The upper class is responsible to the class teacher and the lower class is managed. It is also a division of rights, which is equivalent to having a certain right to speak in the class.

Even the labor committee member does dirty work, but it has special significance. After all, cleaning and cleaning every day after school is to please him, otherwise he might be assigned to do dirty work and tiring work.

ps: I was in a bad state last month, and then I went to work during the day, ran for one and a half hours every night, and the whole journey was six kilometers. I was quite tired, so I wrote a little slow, and I even stopped updating for a few days. I just checked it and I owe a total of 14 chapters, and I will make up for it this month.
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