I've Been Licking Dogs For Four Years, Am I In A Hurry To Stop Licking The School Girl?

"No way, why read aloud!"

"My God, it's so shameful, I obviously wrote it casually."

Complaints were everywhere, and no one expected that the head teacher would make such a decision to read aloud in front of all the students. This kind of thing is somewhat embarrassing.

"Don't talk, everyone, just listen quietly to the small goals set by the students. Anyway, there is no signature, so you don't have to be afraid of anything."

Hou Chengze stood on the podium, holding a thick stack of notes in his hand, opened one of them and began to read aloud.

"My goal is to reach the Ionian master rank."

As soon as the voice fell, laughter rang out in the classroom. The head teacher took a look and knew that these students were not in the right shape.

She was talking about small goals in learning, what is going on with Ionia?

"Keep reading!"

He squeezed out another note.

"My recent goal is to handle the relationship between my boyfriend and husband well."

"..."

As soon as the head teacher raised his eyebrows, he was about to explode.

"My recent goal is to raise the grades of professional courses to pass or above."

"The recent goal is to pass the sixth grade."

"I want to win the debate contest."

The next few are relatively normal, not as outrageous as the previous ones, and the class teacher's frowning brows eased a bit. If all the small goals are love games, then she will be pissed off today.

While reading, Hou Chengze took out a pink sticky note, which said, "I hope to get a full scholarship for this year."

"Wow, that's amazing."

"That's called a goal."

The students below burst into applause after hearing it for a moment. There are only a few students in this class who can have such ambitions, and only those few students with excellent character and learning can do it.

Liu Mengke poked Zhao Xuerou secretly under the table. She knew it was written by her best friend, and only she had such confidence.

The two exchanged glances, snickered a few times, and blinked tacitly.

But before everyone finished their admiration, the voice rang again.

"I want to become a Qingbei-level professor this year."

After the voice fell, the entire classroom fell into silence, and the students in the class were all stunned.

"If you didn't hear clearly, read it again." Some people suspected that there was something wrong with their ears and asked to read it again.

"I want to become a Qingbei-level professor this year!" Hou Chengze emphasized his tone, especially the "professor" at the end.

"Huh?" A voice of surprise sounded.

There was an uproar in the classroom, and whispers began, and the originally quiet scene instantly became like a market in a vegetable market.

"Who wrote this, it's too shameless..."

"I'm really convinced, there must be a limit to bragging, professor? Or a professor at the Qingbei level? What a dream!"

"No, can you be more realistic? It's disgusting to brag like this. I hate people who paint cakes the most. It's not just a matter of talking but not doing. It's something that can't be done at all."

"When did such an arrogant guy appear in our class?"

There was a lot of scolding.

It was all sarcasm.

Countless voices entered Jiang Cheng's ears, so ear-piercing that they pierced his eardrums one after another.

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But Jiang Cheng didn't frown, but lay expressionlessly on the table, letting those voices linger, not paying attention at all.

No matter what other people like to say, the words of these people will not affect his determination to take action. If he can be affected by these blows, then he will be reborn in vain.

In fact, it's no wonder everyone speaks so badly. What he wants to do is to become a great professor at the age of nineteen. This is probably unprecedented in the entire China.

There are many geniuses throughout the ages. Some people went to college at the age of thirteen and became graduate students at the age of fifteen.

Is there a nineteen-year-old professor in Qingbei?

No.

Some geniuses are suitable for learning, but not suitable for being a mentor who can teach others.

Professors not only need academic qualifications, but also qualifications.

This is a very real problem.

The students looked around while mocking, to see if anyone was blushing and writing such brash words.

Just when Jiang Cheng thought he was going to read the next note aloud and this one was about to be uncovered, Hou Chengze glanced at the folded corner of the paper and the familiar sticky note, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng, I haven't figured out how to give you some color.

You just delivered it to your door, right?

Hurriedly looking for humiliation, and uttering such an arrogant goal, you really don't know how much you weigh yourself.

"Haha, Jiang Cheng's goal is quite lofty." Hou Chengze smiled at his position, raised the piece of paper in his hand, and said a hypocritical compliment.

In an instant.

After he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to the corner, even the head teacher looked over.

When Jiang Cheng heard someone calling his name, he raised his head and saw him holding his own note with a sneer on his face.

"Is this written by Jiang Cheng? My God, you can blow it too well..."

"Isn't he just like that? He's usually listless. In fact, he's so vain in his heart. He always hides himself, for fear that others will see his true thoughts. Once he hears that he doesn't sign, he will reveal his true self."

A few classmates who could not get used to Jiang Cheng immediately began to sarcastic.

They were jealous of this person, of course, because he was favored by Zhao Xuerou, and he liked to pretend to be cold.

What a nuisance!

Under the incitement of these students, a few girls who didn't dislike Jiang Cheng very much also changed their eyes.

Their eyes were full of contempt.

Be a Qingbei professor? This year?

Why don't you go to heaven?

Living in a dream all day, relying on lust to satisfy oneself, right?

Countless unkind eyes poked Jiang Cheng's body, making him feel uncomfortable. He looked in the direction of the podium and exchanged a glance with Hou Chengze.

He could clearly see the joke in the opponent's eyes.

He definitely did it on purpose.

Jiang Cheng doesn't know where he provoked him, or is this student Hou himself a mad dog who likes to bite people?

"Even if you know the name, you can't pronounce it, otherwise our class meeting, which is intended to allow students to express their true thoughts, will be meaningless."

Seeing everyone clamoring, the class guide glanced at the instigator on the podium with some dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry teacher, I didn't mean it, I'm outspoken, I'm outspoken..."

"Okay, let's go down after reading." The class teacher waved his hand, drove the man down and stood up.

"In fact, you all know my real purpose." Her magnetic voice filled the ears of the students, "I want you to set a small goal, because people can only have a direction to work hard if they set a good goal, otherwise it will be like Hitting the wall like a headless chicken. This goal does not need to be too ambitious, nor can it be achieved too easily, it must be more realistic, let alone ambitious, which is not advisable!"

The head teacher said, staring at Jiang Cheng.

The meaning is self-evident.

One look says it all.

The head teacher sighed helplessly. She originally admired Jiang Cheng, a taciturn but hard-working classmate. It doesn't matter if he is not a genius. Ordinary people can realize their dreams through hard work.

But I didn't expect this child to be so indifferent, which is really disappointing.

"get out of class is over!"

She walks out of the classroom.

"I said that Jiang Cheng is really swollen. Could it be that Professor Ai stimulated him last time and distorted his whole personality, and now he is starting to have unrealistic dreams?" My best friend whispered in Zhao Xuerou's ear Say something.

"No, I think it's good to have a goal..." Zhao Xuerou uncharacteristically didn't follow her girlfriend.

"Rourou, you don't really think he can be Qingbei's professor, do you?"

"No, I just think it's better to have a goal than to be bad, even if you like to draw cakes, it's better than someone who doesn't even have cakes..."