The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 571: Draw lots, eight classes!

Chapter 571 Draw Lots, Class Eight!

Zhou Yang on the stage is getting better. After solving geography and mathematics, he continuously solves Chinese, physics and chemistry problems.

And his tone gradually changed from the feeling of speaking to teaching.

The teachers in the audience became his students.

These application test questions are all difficult points selected by the teachers in combination with the actual teaching. Zhou Yang can always meet the main points and put forward new ideas.

You know, these problems actually have conventional solutions, and they can come up with different ideas, which is amazing.

The teachers took notes, raised their hands for advice, and then added notes, all obediently like pupils.

Jin Linzhi and the middle-level cadres also nodded.

Zhou Yang's quality is so strong that he has no friends.

"Principal Jin, I suggest Teacher Zhou enter our math group."

"Ms. Zhou Yang has a solid foundation in literature and history. The history group is currently short of staff, can you..."

"Chinese education has always been a shortcoming of our school. I think we should add talents like Teacher Zhou."

After Zhou Yang said that after the class was over, the teachers of Grade One and Grade Two in the audience could no longer sit still.

You know, students have outstanding performance, they have bonuses, and if Zhou Yang joins, everyone can follow along.

As a result, there was a mess in the conference room, and Zhou Yang became the object of competition.

Zhou Yang smiled and said, "Thank you everyone... I said, I am a general teacher."

Zhou Yang was the last teacher to talk about the lesson. After finishing the lesson, Jin Linzhi and the middle-level staff began to discuss in a low voice.

After a while, Jin Linzhi announced that all the applicants had passed, and they were immediately employees of the school.

Applause broke out in the conference room.

This is also the expected result.

As long as the academic qualifications and speaking lessons can pass, the senior third-year department that is extremely short of people will definitely be eaten.

"Next, let's assign classes..." Jin Linzhi motioned to her assistant to take a bunch of envelopes.

"There are ten classes in this, and we select the class teacher by drawing lots."

The gap is too big, and among the applicants this time, almost none have been class teachers, so they can only be solved by hard apportionment.

"Principal Jin, I am willing to take over eight classes." Hu Wei said.

Jin Linzhi nodded, very pleased.

Hu Wei is worse than Zhou Yang, but also very good.

Zhou Yang is a talented person who is very useful, and it is not worthwhile to be caught by the duties of the head teacher.

"If you don't have any comments, I will ask the assistant to find out the envelope of the eighth class, and then teachers who are willing to compete with other class teachers can draw lots." Jin Linzhi said.

"I have an opinion!"

Wang Zihui in the second row raised his hand high and said lazily.

"Zi Hui, talk about it." Jin Linzhi said.

"He doesn't look good, and our classmates don't like him." Wang Zihui was so arrogant that he stretched out his fingers and pointed at Hu Wei.

"Yes, we don't like him!" The other students in the eighth class who followed also began to booze.

The latter's face changed slightly: "Classmate, are you a student in Class 8?"

"Yes!"

"Then please you and your classmates, give me a chance, let me prove it to you." Hu Wei said.

"No!" Wang Zihui whispered.

"Can I know why?" Hu Wei still had a smile on his face, but he was scolding his mother in his heart.

These little rascals are not easy to deal with.

Wang Zihui pointed at Zhou Yang: "This teacher Zhou, just told us that you just want to climb up to our parents by being a head teacher. Right, Teacher Zhou?"

Wang Zihui smiled brightly at Zhou Yang, seemingly in agreement.

Hu Wei's expression suddenly changed: "Teacher Zhou, you have to speak responsibly."

Jin Linzhi frowned.

Zhou Yang took a deep look at Wang Zihui, who raised his eyebrows at him with a defiant look.

"I want to play with our brother Hui, it's far away!" A classmate from Class 8 behind smiled.

A word from Wang Zihui caused a conflict between the two teachers.

Zhou Yang shrugged indifferently and said to Hu Wei: "Of course I speak responsibly, do you know it in your own mind. But... classmate Wang Zihui, you offend me, it will be hard to live in the future."

Wang Zihui stood up suddenly: "Really? How can you make me feel bad?"

"Be your head teacher!"

"Do you think you can do it?" Wang Zihui smiled.

Zhou Yang smiled and took one randomly from the pile of envelopes, and then opened it. There was a big "eight" written on the paper inside.

"Wow, you are lucky!" Zhou Yang shook the paper towards Wang Zihui.

The assistant was stunned.

"The draw hasn't started yet!" Hu Wei shouted, "It's not fair!"

"Well, I'll put it back, disrupt again and smoke again."

Zhou Yang put the envelope back in the box, and the assistant started to stir up all the time, and then said: "Teachers who want to compete for the position of class teacher can start the draw!"

Four people came here, plus Hu Wei and Zhou Yang, only six, not enough to count.

"Thanks to the teachers, let's draw first, and I will reschedule the remaining classes." Jin Linzhi felt helpless.

This is almost as expected.

No one new teacher wants to be a class teacher, especially a senior in high school.

"Principal Jin, I am willing to take the eighth class." Hu Wei emphasized again.

How could Zhou Yang hand over the task class and laughed: "I want to take the eighth class, too."

"Are you deliberately against me?" Hu Wei whispered.

Zhou Yang smiled and said, "What should we do if we are so popular? How about we draw lots, if I can't draw eight, even if you win."

"Really?" Hu Wei said with a cold face.

"Really!" Zhou Yang said.

"Okay, President Jin, that's it!" Hu Wei shouted immediately, "Please allow the two of us to settle down first."

Haha, I can meet such a fool.

Jin Linzhi and other teachers are also a little depressed.

Isn't Zhou Yang stupid this time?

There are a total of ten classes in senior three, and the chance of getting eight is 10%.

This almost means that Hu Wei is set to win.

"Idiot!" Wang Zihui said coldly.

Zhou Yang glanced at him: "Boy, you talk too early, it's easy to slap your face."

After speaking, Zhou Yang reached into the box, flipped it twice, and took out an envelope.

After opening it, Hu Wei was dumbfounded.

"Eight!"

The other teachers were also stunned.

So accurate?

"No, Principal Jin, he must have made a mark. This is not fair. Let's start over!" Hu Wei immediately shouted, "He opened the envelope just now, and he must feel it."

"Okay, disrupt again!" Zhou Yang put the envelope back in the box and smiled.

The assistant's eyes asked Jin Linzhi, who nodded slightly.

The envelope was disrupted and sent to Zhou Yang again.

"Say okay first, does it count this time?" Zhou Yang looked at Hu Wei.

"Forget it!" Hu Weiwei said, "If you can also win this time, it is God's will, I will take it."

"Just serve!" Zhou Yang reached out and took out an envelope.

"Eight!"

The assistant exclaimed.

Jin Linzhi and the other teachers were once again... stunned.

Zhou Yang sealed the letter, threw it into the box, and said with a smile: "It seems to be God's will."

Then he turned to Wang Zihui and said, "Boy, go back to the class and wait for me!"

With the clairvoyance skills close to you, this is nothing.