Let You Host The Specialty Class, How Come You Have Become A Scholar?

Chen Chu didn't know what underground activities Zhou Feng and Yang Tianyu were doing.

It was agreed that I would save teaching points to upgrade the teacher's eye, but... I couldn't help it.

Only ten draws, no matter if you can draw or not, you will definitely not draw!

Chen Chu secretly made up his mind and started the lottery.

First draw, thank you for your patronage.

Second draw, thank you for your patronage.

The third draw...the draw...Congratulations on getting the random module of student talent

Talent module?

Chen Chu glanced quickly.

Student talent random module quality b, a one-time consumable, adds a random talent to a single student.

Random talents... This means that as long as you are lucky enough, you can even have sss-level talents, but the chances are probably lower than winning the lottery.

Don't think too much, continue to draw.

In the next seven draws, two more repeating ornaments came out, and they were in a special eight-piece set, all of which were D-level.

Needless to say, the lottery output has indeed improved a lot.

It took 1000 teaching points to point out a talent module of B-level quality, which is not a loss.

It's not in a hurry to use it, after all, in the state of the seventh class, no matter how good the talent is, it's all in vain.

Chen Chu believes that with a talent for dancing, the students in Class 7 will definitely only play on the dance machine instead of taking dance lessons honestly in the dance studio.

In this regard, Class Seven never disappoints.

After the lottery was drawn, Chen Chu's mind returned to the information.

Still the same question, how to attack the other small gangs in the seventh class.

Since the geography teacher's application for a job change was successful, Chen Chu felt that the other teachers were just about to move.

If he can't control the seventh class, there may be a serious accident.

If another teacher applies for a job change, no teacher will be willing to take the job. At that time, Class 7 will face the risk of being removed, and all the students in Class 7 will be dispersed and shoved into other classes.

Only the students in Class 7 have output bound to the system, which means that when Class 7 is gone, Chen Chu is also cold.

So, the current situation is still very serious.

Under normal circumstances, the ideological work of students is to be patient, reason with students, and clarify facts.

However, this method doesn't work for Class 7 at all. Instead, it will only make the students in Class 7 feel that you are being bullied and become more arrogant.

So the only option left is to be positive.

Anyway, Chen Chu will not be used to these little guys.

Students of this age have very strong self-esteem. Zhou Feng and others are the most typical examples. It is easy to get anxious with simple aggressive methods, and they jump into the pit on their own initiative.

Since ancient times, deep feelings have not been retained, only routines can win people's hearts.

Chen Chu narrowed his eyes.

Gotta give these little guys a trick!

When it was time for the evening self-study, Chen Chu walked into the classroom, but he was not in a hurry to go to class. Instead, he glanced at everyone and said, "I won't be in the first class tonight, so I will have a small class meeting."

The people below were naturally disinterested.

"Today's class meeting, I don't talk about anything else, just chat with you casually." Chen Chu smiled, "Let's enhance the relationship between teachers and students."

Many people below looked disdainful.

Chen Chu was not impatient, and asked with a smile, "Classmates, what games do you like to play on weekdays? Eat chicken, King of Glory, League of Legends or what?"

The entire classroom was quiet, and no one paid any attention to Chen Chu.

Zhou Feng and others weren't very good at cooperating blatantly, so they could only wink at Chen Chu secretly.

All this is within Chen Chu's expectations, and it is strange that he will cooperate with him.

"Then let me talk about myself first!" Chen Chu changed the conversation and grinned, "I play everything and am proficient in everything, whether it's eating chicken, King of Glory or League of Legends, just pick out a game, I I can only say that none of the classmates here will be my opponent in a heads-up match."

When this sentence was released, many people rolled their eyes, naturally sneered and sneered.

Sure enough, someone followed and said contemptuously, "You are so loud!"

Caught a fish!

Chen Chu was overjoyed. When he saw Wang Xu, he grinned and said, "Why? Don't believe it? Compare it?"

A group of practitioners froze for a moment, why does this picture feel so familiar?

Not to mention physical training, everyone in Class 7 instantly remembered the basketball gym a week ago.

Although it is said that Wang Xu has the best League of Legends skills in the class, and he is also the strongest king in the national service, Zhou Feng's ball skills are also very good, and he was not cleaned up by Chen Chu in the end!

Suddenly there is an ominous premonition.

A person next to Wang Xu quickly reminded, "Don't respond, you forgot what happened to Zhou Feng last time!?"

Wang Xu frowned, he was very confident in his game skills, not to mention Chen Chu was a teacher, he didn't believe that Chen Chu's game skills could be as good as his.

Playing and gaming are two different things.

After struggling for a moment, Wang Xu still didn't answer, he pouted and fell silent.

Hey! The little guy can do it!

Pretty cool!

"Tsk, Wang Xu, you are so unconfident in yourself?" Chen Chu narrowed his eyes and said, "I have heard something, I heard that your League of Legends is still the strongest king in the national server, wouldn't it be the number you bought? Just to show off your superiority in front of your classmates?"

Wang Xu's face sank, he looked very upset, and looked at Chen Chu coldly.

"Steady, steady, there is a fraud at a glance!"

"The surnamed Chen may be a master of the game!"

However, Wang Xu couldn't hold back his anger, and stood up with a cold snort, "Competition? One-on-one father-son match? If you lose, you will call me Dad when you see me, and you have to call it that way in school, dare you! ?"