The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Xiang Yushen twitched his lips and said in a conceited voice, "There must be original questions in these workbooks. The 1.6 million I won from the bet is enough for me to travel abroad this year."

Xu Tongtong: "It's just a pity that Lu Yubai gave up this final exam because he didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup was poured into him by Fu Zhi."

Xiang Yushen frowned, not daring to arrange for Lu Yubai, "It doesn't matter, anyway, he likes racing cars, so he doesn't need to pay attention to the results."

"But our teacher Qian is really good. You can get such exercise books. You don't know how high-ranking the people in the previous three classes were. They were still not convinced that our grades were good. As a result, Feng Shui took turns. This time it's not like Like a licking dog, he broke up with Class 21 to curry favor with us."

Xiang Yushen: "This is the most correct decision they have ever made."

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Class 21.

After the early self-study ended and the class bell rang, Fan Gaoda was not seen in the Chinese class for a long time.

It's fine if it's just Fan Gaoda. What's even more weird is that apart from Class 21, even the teachers of other classes didn't go to class.

It was like an agreement, and everyone was late.

As the school committee member, Yun Xiaoxiao naturally went to the office to find Fan Gaoda.

However, what is surprising is that the entire language group is empty.

Yun Xiaoxiao ran back to the classroom in a panic.

Along the way, it was clearly visible that the entire third floor of the high school began to stir.

"What's the matter, the teacher didn't come and didn't tell us in advance?"

"This is the first time that all the teachers have disappeared, right? Are they really kidnapped?"

"Who has Lao Fan's phone number! Quickly call and ask!"

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All the senior high school teachers who were being discussed were sitting in the auditorium with solemn expressions.

This is the first time a teacher in the third grade group has been called on in such an urgent manner that they are not even allowed time to go to the toilet.

In the great hall, Director Liu, who was sitting upright, and Principal Ouyang, who came here specially from outside the school, and then to the left——

Chen Xin, Hu Lei, Qian Man, He Ming...

Hua Guo used to be the top science subject writers of the college entrance examination, and now they are gathered in No. 1 Middle School.

As if it was difficult to digest, Ma Mingquan twisted the root of his thigh.

There was a sound of "tsk--".

Ma Mingquan felt a piercing pain.

Fan Gaoda next to him seemed to be still in a dream, "I don't study much, so it's easy to lie. They said they would give extra lessons to the students of No. 1 Middle School. Is it true or not?"

"Really," Ma Mingquan licked his lips, "It seems that except for Hu Lei, everyone else can stay in school for half a month."

His voice was neither high nor low, and it was extremely clear in the great hall where the breathing could be heard.

All the teachers are petrified, and they have a sense of winning a lottery ticket.

On the podium, Director Liu held the microphone nervously, "Well, according to what Professor He and the others said, from today onwards, except for the liberal arts class in the third grade, students from other classes will come to the auditorium in turn to attend lectures in groups of three. "

"However," Qian Wenrui raised her hand in the audience, "Director Liu, I don't quite support letting every class come to the auditorium to attend lectures."

How rare is it for He Ming and the others to come to make up lessons?

This is comparable to Mars hitting the earth, and it can be recorded in the annals of human history!

For half a month, even if you take six classes a day, you can listen to each teacher give fourteen classes.

How thick is the knowledge in the third year of high school, fourteen courses are not too many.

Especially since the auditorium is so small that it can only accommodate three classes at a time, so the third year of senior high school is divided into seven times to attend the class, and a class can only attend the class twice at most.

Qian Wenrui suggested, "For the sake of fairness, let the resources be directed to the students with good grades in the school to the greatest extent. My personal meaning is to conduct a test today and select the top 100 students in the school to attend the class."

As soon as the words fell, the entire hall instantly resounded with unconvinced voices.

"Mr. Qian, what do you mean? You don't eat solo food like you do, do you?"

Qian Wenrui narrowed her eyes, "I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Dong, what are you eating alone? I'm doing it for the better development of the school!"

"Hehe," Mr. Dong got up from his seat directly, "The top 100 in the whole school exam, why didn't you just let Class 1 and Class 2 come to attend the class? When the classes were divided, the top 40 in the whole school were all in your class!"

"That's right, Teacher Qian, your students are students, so aren't our students students?"

"If you don't study well, you don't have the right to education?"

"Everyone!" Qian Wenrui stood up to appease everyone, "I don't mean to eat alone, I just thought that if a class only listens to two lectures, then everyone will listen to the same content, and the knowledge gained is too little. , it is better to let the top 100 students in the school listen to the different content of the fourteen sections and then pass it on to other students."

Of course, such a paraphrase naturally has certain drawbacks.

It's like you and the teacher make up one-on-one. If you don't know anything, you can directly ask questions in class. However, students can only repeat the lesson from the book, and can't answer the question at all.

More importantly, whether the meaning of He Ming and his party can be accurately conveyed is also a question worthy of discussion.

But, from a long-term point of view, although the other teachers were not convinced, they had to admit that what Qian Wenrui said did have some truth.

Including which students are selected to attend classes.

This society is like this, survival of the fittest.

The students in their class didn't live up to expectations, and the school had good resources, so naturally they had to start from class one and class two.

The voices of objection from the teachers quietened down.

Director Liu also agreed with this proposal, "If the other teachers don't object, we can let the top 100 students attend the class."

Fan Gaoda in the audience yelled at Ma Mingquan, "I said, if you don't fight for your own class, even if you just come to attend a class, it's good! None of these people on the stage are worthy of our lifetime, The relationship between class one and your class is bad, and there is vicious competition, if Qian Wenrui seizes the opportunity, they will not be able to give lectures to our students!"

Ma Mingquan felt that what Lao Fan said made sense.

But to fight for this matter, Ma Mingquan has never fought for anything in his life, and he always has a life attitude that you can do whatever you want.

At this moment, Ma Mingquan ignited a raging fighting spirit.

He doesn't care, he will fight for two classes for their students!

Ma Mingquan slapped the table and was about to stand up when He Ming took the microphone on the stage at some point.

"Mr. Qian, right?"

He Ming spoke very slowly. When Qian Wenrui nodded and smiled, he paused every word, and said in a slow and unhurried manner, "I think your left cheek may be attached to your right cheek."

Qian Wenrui: "???"

What?

There was no need for Qian Wenrui to ask, and He Ming continued: "We did not come to No. 1 Middle School to make up lessons for the so-called top 100 students. Our purpose was only to give the worst class, twenty A class of make-up lessons, leading them to ride the wind and waves in the ocean of knowledge."

Ma Mingquan said: "!!!"