A student raised his voice and asked, "Second leader, what about next?"

"After then?" Shi Sang spread his hands and his face was innocent. "After then, the ambulance will come."

“…”

Who can blame this?

It can be said to be vividly displayed what it means to commit suicide online.

Teacher Qi Chuan was hospitalized for his own fault, so Director Xu had to return to his old job and continued to take over the math class.

He always came early in class and arrived in the classroom five minutes in advance.

There was a senior department director who was in charge, and the class gradually became quiet. After the bell rang for class, a boy hurriedly entered the classroom with the ringtone: "Report giao!"

Director Xu didn't raise his head, and raised his hand and flew straight over with a chalk head: "How many times have you told you, it's a report, not a report!"

"..." The boy changed his mouth with difficulty, "Report giao-----------"

Director Xu didn't want to talk nonsense to him, so he waved his hand: "Okay, okay, come in quickly."

After the class bell rang, Director Xu took the blackboard wipe and rang the lectern twice, then put the blackboard wipe on the stack of homework books on the lectern.

"Look at the homework you handed in. Why do so many students write the results when doing the questions? What about the problem-solving process? You have eaten all the process? During the exam, you are given the step score. If you put a result on it, you can give you full marks?"

Director Xu said, walked off the podium, walked around from front to back, and kept muttering.

"What I want is the problem-solving process. The process is very important. If the process is wrong, the result will be wrong. Do you know?"

“…”

A few sounds sounded below: "I understand--"

Director Xu is probably a professional illness and has not finished talking. Those who are teachers may like to talk long stories. Even if there are not many students below, it will not delay them from finishing what they want to talk about.

After nearly ten minutes of procrastination, the class representative sent the homework book. Director Xu cleared his throat and then began to get to the point.

"Come on, the students all look at me and lift their heads-" Director Xu knocked on the blackboard, trembling with the flowing red flag on it, "Look at this, the point of this line segment, let's assume it is a midpoint first, and then move it backwards."

Lin Er was confused when he heard it: "Aoer...what is it?"

"It's L." Xie Yan said.

Liner: "?"

Lin Er was even more confused: "Why is Aoer L?"

"Director Xu is old." Xie Yan found a reason for Director Xu very considerately, "so the pronunciation of letters is not very standard."

Liner: “…”

What does this pronunciation have to do with age?

On the podium, Director Xu was holding a triangle ruler and giving a lecture: "Suppose, let's assume first that my bottom radius is thirty centimeters and my height is fifty centimeters, so I--"

Someone from below answered quickly, "It's a bucket."

"..." Director Xu's words came to an abrupt end.

The class burst into laughter.

Director Xu was so angry that he laughed. After a long time of trouble, the class finally calmed down.

Director Xu knocked on the blackboard with the pointed tip of the triangle ruler and tried hard to get upright.

"Okay, okay, stop talking, be quiet, keep looking at the blackboard! Come on, continue reading this question. I have put a P on this bucket now. Have all the classmates seen this P?"
Chapter completed!