The car door of the courtyard has been welded shut Chapter 205: Yan Laoxi beats the chicken with flying eggs
It is half past seven in the morning.
The fifth grade classroom of Hongxing Primary School.
The third uncle, Yan Bugui, held a large water cup in his arms, pushed open the classroom door with a wooden ruler and set square in his arms, and stood on the podium with a serious look on his face.
When the primary school students who were fighting just now saw the teacher coming, they immediately stopped holding the broomstick and bench legs in their hands, and sat upright with their hands on the desk.
In this magical position in front of the trash can at the end, there is another person who is addicted to reading comic books. He has been obsessed with it just now, and he hurriedly closed it when Teacher Yan came in.
While staring at Teacher Yan who came in, he quietly stuffed the comic into the military green schoolbag hanging on the corner of the table.
"Class"
"Stand up"
"Hello, teacher"
Under the leadership of the monitor, the primary school students stood upright. Then he bent down towards the podium.
"Sit down"
Teacher Yan put the things he brought behind the podium, smiled, pressed his hand down, and nodded towards the primary school student who just read the comic strip. .
"Well, Wang Tianyu, don't accept it. Teacher Yan has seen it. School is a place to learn knowledge. You are not asked to bring these miscellaneous books to read. Teacher Yan has collected them for you first and will wait for you. The teacher will give it back to you once the exam terms are up."
As he spoke, Yan Fugui picked up the bamboo pointer on the table, carried it behind his back, and stopped in front of Student Wang's desk.
"Teacher, can I not bring it next time? I know I was wrong this time. Please slap my palm and I will change it."
Classmate Wang Tianyu's arms were shaking and he He stretched out his little hand and buried his head deeply.
There is no way, the book is not his. If the borrowed book is collected, he will have to wait for the test results to come back before he can get it back. He is sitting in this position and has never thought about it. Things in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse are worse than getting two sticks.
"Classmate Wang, the teacher knows that your family is in good condition, a dual-income family, and your family is in good condition. But if you bring your idle books to the class, it will affect other students. Let's do this. The teacher won't hit you tomorrow." Invite your parents to come over and let me talk to him about your studies."
In the eyes of his classmates, Wang Tianyu seemed to be beaten and punished at will. In order to keep the comic strip, he was sacrificing himself, so that he could succeed in the future. The students who had not seen it all gave thumbs up.
But in the eyes of Teacher Yan, he was like a dead pig. He was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He watched all the other students turn their little heads and look at this side. They couldn't put the things away, so they had to use bigger moves. Parents please.
"Teacher Yan, I was wrong."
When he heard that parents were to be invited, classmate Wang Tianyu couldn't control himself. He stood up, raised his head with tears in his eyes, and looked at Teacher Yan.
Yan Bugui made a serious face, picked up the pointer with his left hand and knocked on the desk. Unable to resist the sincere eyes of the students, he made a fist with his right hand and cleared his throat.
"Well, I heard that your parents both work in the paper factory. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the school will also post couplets. You ask your parents to bring some "waste red paper" for you to bring over. Then Teacher Yan will write Give a few couplets to the school as compensation for your influence on other students."
Teacher Yan rolled his eyes and thought of a way. When his son made a mistake, he would bring red paper and paste couplets to the school to make up for the mistake. , this makes sense. As for the extra red paper, did my family save money and buy it soon after the Chinese New Year?
Student Wang Yutian, who had runny nose just now and looked like he was in bad luck, nodded quickly when he heard that he could stop collecting comic strips with red paper. He remembered that there was still red paper in the cabinet at home. Quite a few. Even if I tell my parents that I brought it to school, they won’t even ask.
This way I can avoid being found out by my family and avoid being beaten. If I don’t like it, I quickly nodded my head.
"I, I will tell them when I get back that the factory will give them red paper during the Chinese New Year, and my parents will definitely be happy to post couplets for the school."
"Okay, that's it. , I’ll teach you a lesson, the teacher doesn’t covet your book, it’s all for your study. At this age, it’s not the time to read this.”
Teacher Yan achieved his goal and narrowed his smile. His eyeballs and folds on his face could catch a fly. He patted Mr. Wang on the head and motioned for him to sit down first.
Returning to the podium, Teacher Yan cleared his throat and said to the thirty or so students below.
"Teachers who are not strict in teaching are lazy. The teacher does not expect you to become mathematicians, scientists, revolutionary soldiers, or workers, but I hope you can at least be adults. You are all in fifth grade. You must be sensible and don't give the teacher It’s up to you to send tea, garlic, calendars, etc. through the back door.”
The morning sun slanted into the classroom, and the students bathed in the sunshine seemed to understand. Knowing nodded gently, listening to Teacher Yan's teachings on the podium, I only felt that Teacher Yan at this time was extremely great, thinking about himself and the school at all times.
Occasionally, two or three students sitting in the front row moved their mouths slightly, as if they knew more information, and looked at Teacher Yan with strange eyes.
"Stop talking about that, turn to page 35 of the textbook. What we are learning today is to calculate the surface area and volume of objects."
Yan Bugui returned to his teacher personality Finally, I remembered what class I should take today, picked up the chalk on the podium, and started drawing on the blackboard.
"Classmate Yuan Jianguo, please come up and solve this problem."
After Teacher Yan wrote the topic of this class on the blackboard, he kindly nodded to one of the students and nodded deeply. A classmate buried deep in the desk.
Stretched out the hand holding the chalk tip and raised it, encouraging him to come up and answer the question.
"Teacher Yan, I don't understand."
Yuan Jianguo smacked his lips dryly and looked at the rectangular cube on the blackboard with a blank expression, with a Cube, I felt like I was unlucky, why was my name called on even though I didn't raise my hand?
Teacher Yan became a little anxious. He pursed his lips, put his chin back, and returned to his serious and rigid teacher look.
"You can't do this. You won't be able to keep up at this time, and you will fall behind. Let's do this. If you can't do it, come to Teacher Yan after class. Then, next, classmate Hu Fangfang will come"
< p>"Ding, Ling Ling"The bell rang suddenly, reminding Teacher Yan who was in a state of preaching, teaching and solving doubts.
"Well, that's all for today. Students, remember to do your homework when you go back. The monitor will put the collected homework on my desk later."
Take a sip of the tea cup Yan Bugui put away the teaching utensils on the table while the tea was already warming.
"Stand up"
"Goodbye teacher"
The students who were suffering from mathematics saw that Teacher Yan was finally sent away and immediately started to make a mess.
Some went to get the little book, some went to wipe the blackboard, and some picked up the broomstick and continued playing "pong, pong".
"Yuan Jianguo, don't forget to go to Teacher Yan's office"
The squad leader wearing a red scarf collected the homework handed in by the group leaders and clicked on the classmate.
"Okay, I get it"
Yuan Jianguo frowned, put on the scarf and gloves on the table, opened the door, and walked to the teacher's office with his neck scrunched up. Go over there.
"Why don't we go out and have a snowball fight"
The naughty child looked at the accumulated snow outside the window and gave a suggestion.
"Okay"
The playful students immediately adopted his suggestion, and saw a swarm of swarms rushing out of the classroom and going to the playground to have fun.
After returning to the office and placing the utensils on the desk, Yan Bugui took the thermos bottle in the corner and refilled his teacup.
"Young teacher Yan, get out of class is over."
While waiting for the students to come over and give him "make-up lessons," unexpectedly the dean of students pushed the door open and walked in. Yan Bugui Stand up immediately.
"Director Gu, look, if something happens, I will let you know and ask you to come over in person."
Yan Bugui moved his chair with a flattering look on his face. Go over and prepare to let the director sit.
"Come on, come on, a new teacher has been assigned here. I am thinking that if you are still free, let her work here."
As he said that, Director Gu He waved to the girl standing outside to come in.
"Young, the teacher is finally here. Is he also teaching math class? Then I can relax a little bit."
Yan Bugui rubbed his hands and looked at the entrance. The female teacher was dignified and generous, in her twenties, and she smiled and joked.
Ran Qiuye might be a little scared of strangers, so he nodded with a smile, without saying much, and looked at the place where he would work in the future.
"I am a top student from Beijing Normal University. You can lead the area first. You can't start from the first grade and second grade."Can teach at any grade level. "
After explaining, Director Gu arranged Ran Qiuye's desk and hurried back.
"Sit, sit"
"Xiao Ran Teacher, you graduated from the normal school, okay, that’s good.”
Looking at Ran Qiuye’s appearance after taking off his scarf, Yan Bugui squinted and nodded, and said in a familiar manner.
"Well, hello, Teacher Yan, please let me know if I do something wrong in the future."
Ran Qiuye didn't sit or stand, so he bent over with Yan Bugui first and said, "I'm a teacher." , he is so old, I believe he has been taught for a long time, and others will have to take care of him in the future.
"You're welcome, Comrade Xiaoran, judging from your accent, you are also from Sijiu City"
< p>Yan Bugui sat on the chair, as steady as an old dog, and had already begun to take the initiative to inquire about the other party's whereabouts."Bangbang"
"Teacher Yan"
The unlucky kid standing at the door disrupted their questioning, and it was none other than Yuan Jianguo, who was called on in the math class just now.
"Teacher Yan, I'm looking for you." Ran Qiuye secretly relaxed. After a breath, he looked at Yan Bugui with this expression.
"Oh, yes, the kid is a little behind in his studies. I want to come and make up for him."
Yan Bugui. Gui looked at the person coming and thought about what he had to do today, but looked at Teacher Ran who was a little redundant and said in a high-sounding voice
"Teacher Yan, you are really responsible, okay, you guys go first. Let’s chat, I’ll walk around the school first.”
Teacher Ran was in a hurry to go to the toilet. Seeing the students coming, she had an excuse and left the office door directly.
” Xiao Yuan Na, you can't continue like this, the progress is too slow."
Seeing Teacher Ran lift the curtain and walk out, Yan Bugui scolded him with a straight face and a serious look.
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How can a child withstand the teacher's intimidation?
"The teacher can take time to give you extra lessons, but what will other students think?"
After Yan Bugui slapped Yuan Jianguo on the head, he said sadly
"Teacher Yan, I will listen carefully in the next class. Can you please not invite parents?"
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Yuan Jianguo raised his head in confusion and said with some fear, looking at the math book on his desk, it was impossible to make up for it, it was so long and wide, it was so annoying to calculate.
"I remember that in the summer, you brought a folding fan to school to play with, with the four words "Be a teacher and a role model" written on it."
Yan Bugui took a sip of the tea he had just brewed. It might be a little hot, so I blew it on it.
"Yes, yes, my grandfather made it himself. He was afraid of the heat in the teacher, so he asked me to bring it over to fan it."
Yuan Jianguo gave an honest explanation and blinked in confusion. He didn’t know how the make-up lesson had anything to do with the fan. It was still winter.
“There is something wrong with the stove in this office, and it causes trouble every time. Stoves are neededBlow, look at how smoked your teacher Yan is. If there was a fan to fan the air, Teacher Yan wouldn't have to work so hard."
Yan Bugui pointed to the stove in the room and said casually.
p>“Teacher, my fan has been replaced by Wang Tianyu’s little book. "
Yuan Jianguo then knew the reason why Teacher Yan called him over, but the fan was gone long ago, and he suddenly became anxious and could not help the teacher.
"He wanted that What's the use of a fan? "He is a teacher by example." He is not a teacher. You are also a prodigal. How can you exchange a good fan for a little book?"
Originally, we waited until winter because parents didn't care about summer things.
Unexpectedly, the thing he was eyeing had already been intercepted by others.
“He, he said he wanted to be a teacher in the future, so he used two villain books in exchange for them, and the books were returned. You accepted it."
Yuan Jianguo explained aggrievedly. With this reminder, Yan Bugui remembered what he had done before, the little book, and he didn't know which bookstore he had gone to.< /p>
"Ahem, okay, I understand, your academic performance is not going to improve, so just leave this little book here with me and go back first."
Seeing that everything is gone , Yan Bugui lost interest in making up lessons, waved his hand and drove Yuan Jianguo back directly.
"Humph, he still wants to be a teacher with his academic performance, haha"
p>Looking at the next class at nine o'clock, Yan Bugui tidied the table a little, closed the door, and prepared to go to the Finance Department.
"Homework. Everything is correct, no one should hand it in."
After leaving the door and seeing the squad leader coming with his homework book, Yan Bugui asked specifically, "Who dares to fail to hand in their homework? Humph." /p>
"No, it's all handed in"
The monitor did not dare to look at Teacher Yan's eyes, and hurriedly avoided his body, pushed open the office door, and put the homework in the office On the table.
“Rang, rang, rang, from now on, I will also have a bicycle to ride.”
Treading cheerfully, Teacher Yan’s nose bubbled and he pushed away.
"Teacher Yan, you are an eighth-grade teacher. This month, you will get 37 yuan, plus an industrial ticket."
The financial staff looked at the salary book. After that, he moved the abacus, took out the scattered banknotes, and handed them to Yan Bugui.
"What are the industrial bills for?"
Yan Bugui took them with quick eyes and hands. After passing the banknotes, I counted them with my thumb and asked a question.
"From now on, buying a bicycle will not only require bicycle tickets, but also this thing. It only takes a dozen or so." There is one industrial ticket for every twenty yuan of salary. "
At this time, the teachers were all in class, and not many people were in a hurry to come over, so I patiently explained to Teacher Yan.
"What, you still have to buy a bicycle? "This thing"
Yan Bugui was stunned for a moment, staring out the window with blank eyes. Then he had agreed that others would change cars and he would pick up the slack.
"It's over. ”
With an uneasy mood, Yan Bugui hurried to the General Affairs Department.
"Director Qian, we have discussed the matter. Look, the money has been brought."
When he arrived at the office of the Director of General Affairs, Yan Bugui had a stern face and pretended not to know anything. As if, he pushed the envelope over.
"What are you thinking about, Teacher Yan? We can't exchange bicycles now. There is a new policy. What industrial votes are needed? Read the newspaper."
The general affairs director raised his eyebrows impatiently. He raised his eyes and slapped the newspaper on Teacher Yan's chest.
"Go back, we can't change it, let's talk about it later"
After saying that, he pushed the confused Yan Bugui out of the office.
With a depressed look on his face, Yan Bugui staggered back to the office with the newspaper in his arms as if he had lost his soul.
Ran Qiuye in the room looked at Teacher Yan in despair and did not dare to talk to him. He didn't know why he looked unhappy on today's salary day. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft