Soon, the daytime classes were all over.
In the evening, with the end of the last class, the poor children dragged their tired bodies to the cafeteria again to replenish their energy.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the evening self-study started on time in the sixth middle school.
Everyone knows that every school has a legend - an elusive dean.
Because the opening ceremony has not yet been held, this group of ignorant children still do not know the "legend" of No. 6 Middle School.
Until the first section of the evening self-study, a figure suddenly appeared by the window.
It quietly stayed by the window, looking at the class with deep eyes, as long as it stared at a baby inside, it would unknowingly go around behind this person.
Then grab a kid.
Class B was so close to the entrance of the stairs that it was the first class to be severely beaten by the society.
Fortunately, these children are still very disciplined, but they were just picked and stabbed.
"Sitting posture is important. Look how thick your glasses are."
"You are the math teacher working in class, are you doing your English homework?"
Class B's squatting class happened to be their head teacher. Hearing the sound, he educated the student who was doing his English homework, and then respectfully sent the director to the next door to arrest Class A: "Director Zeng, go slowly, It's okay, I will supervise them."
Director Zeng Qinghua Zeng went to Class A on the other side of the corridor with satisfaction.
Two minutes later, Luo Rong, a classmate who secretly read the comics for two minutes while studying in the evening, was arrested and honored to "sacrifice".
Saved the few deserters left in the class.
As the A class learning attitude seems to have a problem, Zeng Qinghua hate the iron is not steel to the innocent old Zhou dragged out education.
As soon as they got out on their front feet, the class started whispering.
"What the hell, is this the legendary Prime Minister Zeng?"
"It must be. Look at the way he behaves, it's the same as what was described in the post."
"Why did he call Old Zhou out? Are you going to train him?"
"Probably not."
"It's over, he's eyeing our class."
"What should I do, Brother Qiu -"
Luo Nanqiu was writing the homework she just left today: "Ask your brother Jiang."
Jiang Mo's pen was still waving on the paper, and he replied while drafting: "What are you afraid of? Talk with your grades."
"Yes!"
"Yes, yes, yes. When the results of the next monthly exam come out, our status will be much higher than that of Class B downstairs."
"Where does the confidence come from, the group in Class B is not bad."
"Harm, it's different. We have Brother Qiu and Brother Jiang. Look at their entrance grades, and they dumped us a few streets. I heard that Brother Qiu is still the top performer in our high school entrance examination."
"..."
"What are you arguing about, be quiet." Old Zhou and Director Zeng had finished talking, and as soon as they stepped into the class, they heard a quarrel of twittering.
Out of the students' instinct, the class was instantly quiet.
The effect is clustering.
Luo Nanqiu didn't bring enough pens before going out. He would write and write, and the ink would soon run out. He thought that the careful Jiang Mo would bring a spare refill, so he pulled a piece of draft paper and wrote a note for him.
"Do you have a refill? Lend me one."
After he finished writing, he moved the paper to Jiang Mo.
After a while, the paper was returned, along with a brand new black carbon refill, with a postscript: "No need to return it."
Luo Nanqiu simply didn't want to be polite to him, and raised the pen and replied: "Thank you then."
After returning, I quickly replaced it with a new refill.
Jiang Mo took a look and didn't return. Throwing the paper into the drawer, he continued to write his question.
This harmony continued until the second evening study.
But at the end of the preparation for the second evening study, the sky suddenly changed. After a while, the wind was blowing outside, just like the eve of a rainstorm.
There was even a few muffled thunder.
This movement caused many people to start looking out the window, and those without rain gear were even more sad.
At this time, there was an explosion of thunder on the horizon, and in an instant, the entire classroom went dark.
All the students in the two classes of Class AB: "?????"
Are there still power outages these days?!