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There was a piece of A4 paper on his desk, and when he picked it up, there was a line of words printed on the header of the paper—Responsibilities of Computer Class Representatives.

One: Tell the students to bring shoe covers one day in advance.

Two: use the time between classes or after school to check the operation of the computer in the computer room, whether the mouse, keyboard, monitor, and earphone can work normally, if not, record the computer number and report to the teacher.

Three: In the computer class, cooperate with the monitor to maintain order, and help the students to earnestly complete the homework assigned by the teacher.

Four: Follow the instructions of the computer class teacher to maintain the computer system. After the computer class, check whether each computer is powered off and whether the students have left personal items in the computer room.

Five: Pay attention to the environmental sanitation of the computer room. After each class, two students on duty will be left to clean up the computer desks and chairs for simple cleaning.

Microcomputer class representative?

Let him be the representative of the computer class?

Lin Yue put down the A4 paper and looked around. He knew that he was a transfer student from a remote village in Northwest Shandong, and he wanted to use such a detrimental trick to make him look bad.

It is now 1999, not 2009, and computer courses have not yet become popular. In the districts at the county level, only those who love to play, that is, the poor students who are mischievous and disobedient in the teacher's mouth, will enter the computer room to play games, one step earlier Learn to operate computers, those good girls who are strictly controlled at home basically have no way to get in touch with this new thing, not to mention that Lin Yue's elementary and junior high schools are all in township schools, and his understanding of computers is still in TV programs .

This is to take advantage of the superiority of the living and learning environment of the people in the imperial capital to bully the old hats.

If he was indeed a transfer student from a poor place, he would definitely be overwhelmed by this piece of paper and would be very embarrassed.

but now……

Let a person who has been an Internet tycoon be the representative of the computer class?

"Are you serious?"

The four-eyed girl Kong Suzuo pushed the myopia glasses on the bridge of her nose, took the hand of her buddy He Sha and walked over: "Fu Xiang used to be the representative of the computer class, but now he has transferred to another school, and you took his place, and you are so good at studying." , must be qualified for this position, Mr. Xu of the computer class made such a decision out of trust in you. Students, don’t you think so?”

"Yes, we all want you to be the representative of the computer class." The people next to him booed.

Even a fool can see the joke that everyone wants to look at him. How ugly would a boy from a remote area be to be a representative of a computer class? It's really exciting.

"Since everyone thinks highly of me so much, let me try?" Lin Yue had a reluctant expression on his face.

"You can do it well." The four-eyed girl said with a smile. She is the representative of the mathematics class. She went to the office to get the practice questions in the morning. The transfer students from small places will be given the job of improving their computer operation level and increasing their knowledge.

She was afraid that Lin Yue would reject it straight away, and now the other party said that he would try, is there anything more exciting than this?

Lin Yue sighed in his heart, and said in his heart that this is an appointment...you have chosen your own path, and you have to walk through it with tears in your eyes.

He put the A4 paper in the drawer, walked to the podium, picked up the chalk and wrote a few words on the blackboard.

"Microcomputer class in the afternoon, remember to bring shoe covers when you go home at noon."

When he was done, he threw the chalk into the groove on the lower edge of the blackboard, walked back to his seat and sat down.

A few students near the front door whispered there, saying what he was pretending, and when the computer class started, he sometimes made a fool of himself.

He Sha had a strange expression on her face. She looked at the writing on the blackboard, and then at Lin Yue who took out a few unnamed books from her satchel and stuffed them into a drawer.

You must know that a person who writes ugly on paper will definitely not look good on a blackboard, and a person who writes beautifully on paper may not necessarily look good on a blackboard. And the person who writes beautifully on the blackboard must write beautifully on paper.

She carefully searched her memories from childhood to adulthood. Although there are only a dozen characters on the blackboard, this level of chalk writing can only be matched by the calligraphy class teacher who taught her to write in middle school.

"Xiaocao, look at the blackboard..."

He Sha was about to ask Kong Suzuki what she thought of the chalk writing on the blackboard, when several male students frolicking in the corridor rushed into the classroom: "The big horse monkey is here, the big horse monkey is here..."

As soon as the dean arrived, the students who were free in the room hurried back to their seats.

Originally, Teacher Hou was the head teacher of Grade 1 and Grade 1, but due to personal reasons, she took more than a month's leave. Now she is substituting for Teacher Cao, who teaches Grade 2, in English class, and the class management is managed by Dama Monkey.

Teacher Hou is a woman, and she is always easy to talk to, but Da Mahou is much more difficult to serve. After all, she is the dean --- what school's dean is not picky? Catch mischief, catch strange clothes, catch bad style of study, win over people from the student union to split the class, classmates fight against classmates... In short, in the minds of the students, the impression of the class teacher may be good or bad, but 90% of the impression of the dean is not. how good.

As the classroom quieted down, Da Mahou walked in with his hands behind his back, holding a teaching ruler, and a few A4 papers.

He glanced at the chalk writing on the blackboard first, raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that he had been teaching this class of politics for more than half a year, and he had never seen anyone write so beautifully.

But... today's focus is not on finding the most beautiful chalk characters.

As the dean, his job is to challenge and improve the performance of the students.

"With such long hair, do you want to be a hooligan in the street?"

The female student with shawl hair in the first row was his first target.

"What is this? How old are you and you put stickers on your desk? Who is this kid? Who is it?"

"Wax...bi Xiaoxin."

"This is the loss of ambition, the loss of ambition!"

Lin Yue noticed people's heads flickering outside the small window of the front door, and he looked at the vacant seats in the classroom, thinking that the plot started on the second day after he transferred to another school.

The Malaysian monkey walked around the classroom, returned to the podium, held A4 paper in one hand and chalk in the other, wrote a few words on the blackboard, and suddenly realized that the words he wrote and the left column notified the students Don’t forget to bring your shoe covers when you go home at noon. The chalk writing is very different, so quickly pick up the blackboard eraser on the podium and erase the writing written by Lin Yue on the left column.

"Hahaha……"

The students who reacted quickly let out a burst of laughter.

"Laugh, what are you laughing at?" Da Mahou pointed at the blackboard and said, "Everyone copy the class rules three times. Go back tonight and ask your parents to sign..."

The people below stopped laughing. Chen Xun, Qiao Ran, and Zhao Ye slipped into the classroom through the back door one after another just like they did in the TV drama.

It is a pity that they underestimated the memory of the macaque.

"The last one in the fourth row, the second last one in the middle row, and the second one next to the window. Get out, three of you."

After kicking Chen Xun and the others out, Da Mahou finished copying the class rules, said about extending the evening self-study until nine o'clock, and went out with his hands behind his back with a ruler. The boy near the window in the corridor straightened his neck and looked out. , I want to see how the famous Iron Triangle in the first class of senior high school is trained.

Of course Lin Yue didn't care about this, and took out the "Internal Combustion Electric Locomotive Air Brake" from the drawer and put it on the desk.

Others memorize English, ancient Chinese, history and geography in morning reading, while he reads extracurricular books in morning reading...

In addition to "Internal Combustion Electric Locomotive Air Brake", there are also "Railway Engineering Design Technical Manual" and "Railway Engineering Technical Manual" in the drawer...

They are all his uncle's collection of books. Originally, after his uncle was buried, his father asked if he wanted to burn all these books on the grave and take them away with the second child. If it weren't for his uncle's hard work to get into college, he wouldn't have his residence in the imperial capital, and he would have to cross the single-plank bridge like other children in the county.

What the old man didn't expect was that the books he left behind to create a learning atmosphere had really become the source of knowledge for Lin Yue to absorb. Although they were all old books that couldn't keep up with the times, they were still good for laying the foundation.

Da Ma Hou said that Chen Xun, Qiao Ran, and Zhao Ye were punished to stand for a day, but in fact they were put back to their seats as soon as the morning reading was over. The monitor was still not convinced, feeling that they had been treated unfairly.

Lin Yue curled his lips, not to mention that the three of them were indeed late. If they weren't punished, it was because the teacher was lenient, and if they were punished, they should. In some schools, the teaching director only wants to climb up, giving gifts, treating guests and flattering the leaders. How can he waste energy on a group of brats. Here, the macaque's speech is ugly, and the Ministry of Education has not yet determined whether standing punishment counts as corporal punishment. However, this person's serious and responsible attitude towards work is indeed remarkable.

The morning class ended soon, and I went home at noon to fix a pair of shoe covers, rode a bicycle to stroll around, familiarized myself with the living environment, and returned to school after work.

When entering the classroom, some students arrived early, those who put on makeup, those who read martial arts novels, those who played with Han Xian BP...all looked up at him with playful faces, because the first class was politics, and the second class It's a microcomputer class.

He returned to his seat with a blank expression and sat down. Qiao Ran turned sideways and said, "Do you want me to help you with the inspection work before the computer class starts?"

Lin Yue said, "No need."

Qiao Ran was about to say something more, when Chen Xun rushed into the classroom from the outside, stood on the podium and said vigorously: "Students, be quiet, I have a few words to say, where there is oppression, there is resistance, Dama Monkey To extend the evening self-study time, do we really have to stay until 9 o'clock? No!"

"There is a saying called combining work and rest. Only with a better rest can we devote ourselves to study better. Therefore, I propose that they must not use this method to suppress our freedom. Today we will collectively write a letter and cancel evening self-study. .”

Oh~

There was joy in the audience.

Zhao Ye shouted loudly: "All deans are paper tigers."

Chen Xun said impassionedly: "Zhao Ye, please restrain yourself. This is not a class struggle. We need to vote in a more democratic way. If you agree to cancel the evening self-study, please raise your hand."

The people below raised their hands one after another, Fang Hui saw that everyone else raised their hands and she also raised their hands.

Chen Xun said: "There is no disagreement."

The voice fell for a second.

A neutral voice came from the window: "Yes."