Jiang Ren stood up in class so much that the whole class watched it.

The girl who was still putting on makeup put down the foundation puff and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with Jiang Ren?"

"I don't know." My deskmate smiled gloatingly, "Old Fu's nose is almost pissed."

The Chinese teacher's face turned blue and white.

The main reason is that the leaders and principals outside are inspecting. Their class is so disturbing, should he scold Jiang Ren? It is definitely not possible not to scold him. He is not afraid of students when he is a teacher. But Jiang Ren beats the head teacher before and has nothing to do. The school even replaced the original head teacher. This incident left a shadow in all teachers' hearts.

Teacher Fu gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Ren! Are you disciplined in class? Stand out and listen!"

Jiang Ren didn't say anything for a long time, and didn't move.

Teacher Fu said: "Since I have decided to listen to the class in the classroom, then listen carefully and don't disturb other students' studies."

Jiang Ren picked up his translation paper and dictionary and went out.

He Junming was curious and couldn't do it. What was written on it? He ran out as well.

The principal was in the corridor, teaching them a lesson with his hands behind his back: "What's going on! Do you still take the school seriously!"

He Junming smiled and said, "Hello, principal, and hello, the teacher! Hello, teachers, we know we are wrong, and we are punished to stand. We deeply reflect on our mistakes."

The principal looked at them suspiciously, and Jiang Ren bent his lips and said loudly: "I'll reflect now!"

The principal finally left, and Teacher Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

He Junming leaned over and looked: "Brother Ren, what are you looking at?"

Jiang Ren said: "Get up and go back to your classroom."

He Junming had never seen Jiang Ren so stingy: "Look at it and you'll need less meat."

"Um."

He Junming had no choice but to peek at it, so he had to enter the classroom by himself. Through the window, they saw Jiang Ren Station carefully translating the dictionary and what were they still writing?

He Han said: "Brother Ren just saw something, and he reacted so much."

He Junming said: "I just caught a glimpse of a string of birds singing."

Fang Tan thought for a while: "Was Meng Ting the homework he gave him?"

Several people couldn't think of any name.

However, He Junming sighed that Brother Ren had been here for almost a year. He beat the teacher in the class as soon as he came, and the whole class was in a big uproar. Jiang Ren didn't explain anything. When someone came to the teaching department, he continued to sleep on the table.

Only He Junming, who was at the same table with him, saw it.

When that teacher was in class, he always liked to put on girls' shoulders, which was called topic talk.

In the first week of Jiang Renlai Cai’s vocational high school, the teacher’s fingers brushed the chest of the most honest and dull girl in their class. The girl’s eyes were red, but she didn’t dare to say anything.

Jiang Ren, who was originally chewing gum, stood up on the spot, swung the chair and gave it to the teacher.

I was still studying at the time, and the whole class was confused.

No one knew what happened, and the girl Jiang Ren helped did not stand up and speak.

Jiang couldn't care. He might not even remember the girl's name yet, but He Junming was impressed by this. The teacher used to be bad in his teacher ethics, but later he left, and most of the class were also excited.

When the principal handled this matter, Jiang Ren just sneered without explaining a word, and his eyes were cold and gloomy.

He Junming explained the whole story, and the original class teacher was fired.

The principal apologized awkwardly, and Brother Nin took his coat and put it on his shoulder and left without looking back.

Just now, Jiang Ren said in a loud voice that when he reflected on his eyes, his eyes seemed to be covered with tiny light. It was completely different from the cold and gloomy boy who came to vocational high school more than half a year ago.

He Junming couldn't help but sigh that love is so great.

He quickly finished the translation of a few English poems. Because he read the "Answer" in advance, he had the mark of "Answer".

Jiang Ren carefully read all the English in a poem for the first time.

They are not that difficult either.

It was already dark after school.

The lights in the teaching building also went out one by one.

Meng Ting was writing questions in the classroom. The class monitor Guan Xiaoye felt very nervous. No, she was the first in the class and worked so hard that she was so nervous that she couldn't sleep lately. She was just the second year of high school.

"Meng Ting, you must remember to close the window." Xia Tian was afraid that the window would rain.

"good."

The Meng dictation was halfway through the dictation, and all the students left.

The light above Meng Ting's head was still on in their classroom.

She was wearing the white school uniform of No. 7 Middle School, with an artistic word seven on her sleeve, and was in the last step of calculation. The coolness of the air conditioner had not yet dissipated, and her black pen wrote the answer on the paper x=2.

A pair of hands gently covered her eyes.

Meng Ting reached out to break it apart: "Jiang Ren."

He couldn't help laughing: "How did you know it was me?" He let go of his hands and supported his arms on her desk.

Meng Ting bent his eyes: "I heard your footsteps."

"I'll hand in my homework."

Her eyelashes trembled, and when she thought of the poem, she felt a little embarrassed: "No, don't hand it over, just write it."

Jiang Ren smiled softly: "Teacher Xiao, you said you will be rewarded if you did the right thing. Are you lying to me?"

The teaching building is quiet, only the two of them.

His pupils were pitch black and he had countless smiles.

Meng Ting bit her lip: "Then give it to me."

He gave her the paper.

Jiang Ren's character is sloppy and big. He looks very much like his personality. He starts with her teaching him math at first and needs to write and answer questions.

He couldn't figure out whether to translate English in English, so he actually wrote an answer in the translation rules.

Behind the answer is his Chinese version of love letter.

Meng Ting's ears were so hot that she saw her.

Jiang Ren lowered his eyes: "You said, you can do anything if you do it right."

Cicadas chirping from the sycamore tree.

The teacher inspecting the teaching building was holding flashlights to check the doors and windows one by one. The footsteps were still downstairs.

However, on such nights, it seems particularly clear.

His eyes were too bright. Meng Ting stood up and didn't dare to look at him. His little face was burning: "The teacher is here, can you leave first?"

Jiang Ren bent his lips: "Okay."

He closed the last window and walked to the door: "Come here."

Meng Ting breathed a sigh of relief and walked over with her schoolbag on her back.

Jiang Ren raised his hand and turned off the last lamp, and the classroom was pitch black.

He pulled his hand and closed the door in front of him.

The teacher walked to the third floor, and the light of the flashlight was extinguished. In the darkness, Meng Ting was unprecedentedly nervous.

Jiang Ren led her to the other side of the stairs.

Finally avoided meeting the teacher.

Until she reached the place where she was waiting for the bus, the night wind gently blew on her face, and her heart was still beating fast.

Meng Ting's bus home has not arrived yet.

With his eyes facing each other, he did not ask for the reward he wanted again, with surprising seriousness in his eyes: "Why write that poem?"

He was easy to talk tonight, but he was also very difficult to talk to. Meng Ting clenched his fingers nervously and did not lie to him: "I saw you standing for a long time last night."

She looked down at the tip of her shoes, and her tone was soft: "You haven't had a good sleep for a long time."

His heart was sweet and soft, and finally a slight astringent feeling appeared. Jiang Ren raised her chin and said, "Look at me Meng Ting."

She looked up at him, her eyes were wet, and the lights of the street next to the station made her fair cheeks warm.

"Don't say this easily in the future, nor do you write this way." He said in a gentle tone, but his eyes were solemn, "I will take it seriously. Do you know?"

If he took it seriously, she wouldn't like him so much, Jiang Ren really couldn't stand it.

He does not require her to love herself like he loves her. When people have hope, they will keep asking for it without feeling satisfied.

She pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Meng Ting is so angry.

For the first time in her life, she mustered up the courage to write love poems to others. She hoped that he would be happy, that he would sleep well at night, that he would not get sick, or that he would not be nervous. But he taught her not to write nonsense.
To be continued...