Don’t Talk To Me!

In order to live three more seconds, Duan Lei wisely did not answer his question. Listening to the buzzing recitations by his side, he took a deep breath and re-entered himself into the terrible English.

The students' enthusiasm for learning was too high. Lao He was taken aback when he came to the first class. He repeatedly went out and confirmed that he had made a mistake several times before entering the class with confidence.

Yang Fan has just arrived in Class 7. Through self-study last night and this morning's lecture work, he has spoken with almost everyone in the class.

Lao He walked through the process and made him introduce himself on stage, and the audience immediately clamored with goodwill and a good noise.

"... Don't rush too hard, leave a little effort behind."

Lao He was very happy. After writing the blackboard, he once again took class time to work for his classmates: "I heard that some classmates come to study early in the morning. This spirit is worthy of encouragement. It is okay to cross the wall. It was wrong to fall on the head of the Education Department when the wall was..."

There is no special situation in the back wall and generally no one is in charge. There was a boy who didn't look carefully over the wall this morning, just hit the director of the Education Department who parked the electric car under the wall.

There is also a notice just above the electric vehicle just posted by the director of the Academic Affairs Office.

...

Then both sides quickly left the scene in the murderous air of the director of the Academic Affairs Office.

It was a false alarm, and it didn’t take Lao He to catch people in the past, but the story itself was still passed down from office to office, and it quickly became the core of the new gossip of the three middle schools.

"Unexpected, unexpected."

The boy who became one of the core figures of the gossip was very humble, responding to the note from all over the class who came to ask the insider: "At that time, the director and I looked at each other and were very tacit. At the same time, we turned around and ran away. The director'Oh!' to the ground..."

The gossip has lasted for two classes. After immersing themselves in the historical knowledge that is said to be the same as English, students in Class 7 discussed with interest the place where the electric car of the director of the Education Department finally stopped.

Yu Sheng leaned against the window and listened to this group of people talking for a while, and could not bear to say: "Who speaks English and has the same path in history?"

Yao Qiang was convinced of the teachers, and crossed out a schedule for playing games, and filled in the history exercise book: "History teacher!"

"..."

Yu Sheng looked at the next class schedule and felt that there may be many subjects that share the same path with English.

The teaching progress of the teachers in the Third Middle School is in line with most of the students. Yu Sheng’s own review progress is much faster than that of the teachers. He communicates with the teachers of various subjects and basically continues to review according to his own progress during the class.

After finishing a set of essay papers, Yu Sheng put down his pen and was about to turn over Jin Linkun and stuffed something in his schoolbag. The phone resting on the table suddenly buzzed twice.

I remembered that when I came out in the morning, I forgot to mute the sound. Yu Sheng pressed the volume button twice and took a look at the news.

There is a make-up teacher in the temple: friend, is the get out of class off?

There is a make-up teacher in the temple: Your classmates prefer that style. Is it fun to learn humorously or just press the head? Or quoting from the blog, mentioning some anecdotes from English-speaking countries...

Yu Sheng thought about what he saw and heard just now and replied: As long as you mention the English word, they should like it.

The tutoring teacher in the temple seemed to be stumped by this overly extensive request. The display of [the other party is typing] jumped out and changed back, and no news was sent for a long time.

After a while, I called the phone directly.

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and joined them: "Why?"

He held the phone in one hand and touched the bag twice with one hand to find the carton of milk and two bags of small bread.

It was the first time to make a phone call at school, and the noisy surroundings were unclear. Yu Sheng raised his hands and put the phone close to his ear.

After a while, he smiled: "... nervous, want to listen to you."

...

Yu Sheng put down his phone and glanced at the caller ID.

"Really, it's me, not losing my phone."

Jin Linkun knew what the children were thinking after a guess: "They-don't think I don't speak badly? If the classmates don't respond well at that time, you cough and imply me -"

Yu Sheng bite the milk straw while calling him, choked, and couldn't help coughing several times.

Jin Linkun: "..."

"Okay, not as severe as you think."

Yu Sheng pressed his smile and cleared his throat: "According to your courseware, just speak normally."

He read the courseware yesterday, and it was almost detailed enough to give people a zero-based enlightenment in English.

However, Jin Linkun couldn't be relieved. After finishing the PPT, he had to knock on the members of the same group of the summer camp one by one, so that it would be inappropriate and appropriate for good friends to take a look.

1:00 a.m. is the starting point for most school tyrants in the summer camp, and there will be a reply soon after the PPT is issued.

Xia Junhua: Kun God, did you do it?

Cen Rui: God, this is what you are going to tell others?

Liang Yifan: Kun God, so can you actually speak English like this?

Ding Zhengjiao: Kun God, does your conscience hurt?

...

Unexpectedly, the team leader could not bear it first. Yu Sheng held his head and watched the excitement, letting a group of people who had been controlled by Kunshen’s fear of English speak angry and rebelled, he carried on Jin Linkun for one minute and thirty Second's solemn condemnation.

"...I'm afraid they don't like it."

On the phone, Jin Linkun smiled with a soft tone: "Your classmates are always nervous."

The deep, soft voice passed through the microphone, and the magnetic part was inexplicably amplified.

I can't see anyone, and the tenderness in the tone is more obvious, almost like a whisper against my ear.

Yu Sheng thought about how to encourage him for a long time, before waiting for words, the preparation bell before the class had rang.

The chaotic classmates quickly returned to their seats, turning around to ask what the sound of the class was chaotic. Jin Linkun also heard the ringtone across the phone. Without further ado, he was urged to hang up.

Yu Sheng tucked his phone into the table, changed the set of papers, filled in the first few questions, and the pen tip paused unconsciously for a while.

In the next province's demonstration, Jin Linkun was hurrying to sort out the lesson plan for the first supplementary lesson, and the screen of the mobile phone resting on the side suddenly lit up.

Yu Sheng's WeChat profile picture and remarks are particularly cool and concise, and then the screen is turned on. The location of the WeChat name opposite is automatically refreshed every 100 years.

The little monk said: A nervous fart.

The little monk said: I like it.

In the late evening self-study, the new tutor took the laptop and lesson plan early and went to the door of the third and seventh classes.

"What is Brother Ge's house church like?"

Yao Qiang couldn't help but wonder: "Male and female? How old is it? Isn't it powerful?"

Duan Lei is very deep: "No matter what, just have a tutor."

Yang Fan in the back row participated in the group discussion for the first time and was very excited. He couldn't help raising his hand to ask: "Why is there a tutor?"

Yao Qiang patted his shoulder: "Because you Lei brother always felt that someone put the chip in Sheng Ge's brain."

"..."

Although there is no formal exam yet, Yu Sheng’s several quiz papers in the class are directly used as templates, especially the simulated papers left by Wen Zong last time. The answers so far are posted on the back blackboard for students to visit .

The students in Grade 3 and Grade 7 have always worshipped their Sheng brother extremely blindly, but still follow the basic rules of things. I believe that Yu Sheng's sudden rise must have some other auxiliary reasons.

Especially after Sheng offered to have a tutor.

Although he knew nothing about the tutor who was about to make up for the lesson, all the students in Class Three and Class Seven agreed that this must be a very powerful person.

"We will investigate this tutor for Brother Sheng."

Duan Lei had no time to chat with these people, glanced cautiously in the direction of Yu Sheng, and grabbed a group of younger brothers: "If he is taller than that man in black, he is more handsome than that man in black, and he looks better hit……"

The boy on the side was ignorant: "Just give him Brother Sheng?"

...

The classroom suddenly fell silent again.

Yu Sheng was bargaining with the tutor outside the classroom door, did not pay attention to what the group was saying, looked up at the suddenly quiet classroom, and continued to send two messages.

Yu Sheng: Alright, you should be all ready to welcome you.

Yu Sheng: Come in.

After encouraging the target, Yu Sheng categorically rejected the request of the tutor to be incisive, and changed the WeChat name back.

Although Jin Linkun had taken a quick cut of the picture, he was still very sorry, and sent several messages around the corner, trying to make a slight premium on the remuneration for the supplementary class.

Yu Sheng's bargaining was very straightforward: love kiss, don't pull.

This hand is obviously very easy to use. Two seconds later, the tutor who failed to raise the price gently knocked on the door of the classroom of the third, third and seventh classes.

Just now, I repeatedly emphasized with the younger brothers that I want to draw the tutor together, and Duan Lei, who was rescued from the black man's devil claws, quickly looked up and looked at the coming figure: "..."

"Don't say it!" The boy's gaze was bright just now, "I think this tutor is more handsome than the man in black!"

Another boy looked at it carefully for a long time, and agreed: "It's pretty handsome, it's almost as tall as the man in black."

The third nodded and watched the person coming in connect the computer to multimedia: "I don't know why, but it seems to be almost as good as the man in black..."

"..." Duan Lei was completely desperate to these people: "Wake up, he just changed to a silver shirt!!"

The collapsed Duan Lei was banging his head on the desk. Yu Sheng looked at his boyfriend's new look and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, lowering the pen and raising his eyes.

Jin Linkun is making the opening remarks. The high-quality silver-gray shirt is meticulously elbowed. It looks more handsome than usual. He looks serious: "From today, I will make up for you. I will introduce myself. My name is Jin Linkun , Is from Yu Sheng—"

He said under the stands, glancing around, just in front of Yu Sheng's sight.

Probably to bring a good head to the students in the class, to support the work of the tuition teacher who was a little nervous on the first day of the job, Yu Sheng specially packed up the table, and sat upright in accordance with the good student's posture in memory, etc. He continued to speak.

It's a pity that the school bully is either making up for it every day or brushing questions by himself. It has been too long since I have taken the class well, and the impression is still a little behind.

...

It may be a little behind.

Jin Linkun looked at the children with the right arm and the right arm under the platform, and sat down properly, only to mention that half of the self-introduction suddenly stuck.

Just now, he was also ruthlessly bargaining on WeChat, telling him to talk about what he can and leave.

Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and his heart was so soft that he could not help lifting his lips: "Classmate Yu Sheng's... tutor."

In the evening, 55 minutes of self-study, Jin Linkun gave an extra five minutes and gave an hour to Class 7.

He did a lot of homework, and deliberately learned the level of classmates in advance. Straight from the most basic grammar of junior high school, it is explained in detail, and the writing on the blackboard is also neat, and there is no posture that is usually not punished.

Yu Sheng has been familiar with these contents for a long time. Originally thinking of cooperating to bring the atmosphere to a close, he memorized the words for himself. I don’t know how, and inexplicably did not go away.

What he had previously noticed in Jin Linkun's eyes, that extremely concealed and extremely solid, deep-rooted pride, had already swelled in his chest before he could realize it.

...

Even when Jin Linkun turned to write a blackboard, he unconsciously turned out his phone and aimed at the people on the stage to focus.

Then because Jin Linkun wrote so fast, before he turned around, he hurriedly threw the phone into the table.

The second half of the make-up class is the time for practice and question answering, and also gives the students who have just absorbed a lot of new knowledge a little time to digest and master.

Jin Linkun arranged a page of topics, cast it on the projection and copied the exercises for the students, and walked down the classroom by himself to answer the questions raised by occasional people raising their hands.

The students in Class 7 have been captured by study. For the time being, no one is paying attention to the relationship between tutors and people in black. They are devoted to discussing the topic. The one on the left is "Mr. Jin" and the other is on the right.

Yu Sheng turned over the workbook, but didn't turn over two pages. A somewhat familiar figure dropped on the paper of the workbook.

You can recognize the person by looking at the shape. Yu Sheng didn't lift his head, and he pulled him sideways twice: "Let's let, Teacher Jin, block the light."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, and he turned sideways with him.

The effect of the make-up class looks pretty good, not because the chain fell in front of Sheng's classmates.

Just now I talked a little bit. Jin Linkun cleared his throat subconsciously and wanted to talk to him. The vacuum flask in Yu Sheng's hand had already passed.

Throat tea, with a bit of honey's fragrance and sweetness, and the chubby fat sea floating in the pale yellow tea.

Jin Linkun took a few sips and couldn’t help raising the corners of his lips and leaning over with a thermos cup: "Children, do you have any questions?"

He supported Sheng's chair with one hand, his chest and shoulders overturned, and the faint temperature fell on Sheng's neck and shoulders.

Yu Sheng put down his pen and looked up to meet his smiling eyes.

...

Duan Lei just made a grammatical question by himself, and he felt a strong sense of accomplishment. He held cursive paper and wanted Teacher Jin to help me to see if it was right. When he looked up, his voice suddenly stuck in his throat.

Right next to him, the tutor who was attracted by the fun and humor leaned over and pressed the paper on his brother's table with one hand, carefully explaining the above topic.

Sheng Ge, who was able to put the little **** outside the school on the wall with one hand, didn't seem to listen at all. He looked up at the tuition teacher for a while, leaning his back slightly on his shoulders, and resting his hair on the shoulder of his silver shirt.

It was very slow, and I could barely notice it if I didn't look carefully. I rubbed it twice.