So even if he gets a Chinese score of 150 and can get 140, he is still a poor student.

Because he also had a score of 150,000 in mathematics and English, he was hovering on the passing line.

He doesn't like fighting or causing trouble, he is a kind of student with little transparency in the class.

There were more than 60 people in the class, and nearly half of them hadn't spoken to him for more than two years.

He also enjoyed himself.

Anyway... I just live like this. After all, the 18-year-old high school student has never been beaten by society.

Of course, only before.

Now, he woke up from his dream, but there was a soul of a social animal in his body.

"I'm still looking around? I'm talking about you! Liu Lang!"

A roar broke Kong Fang's thoughts.

He raised his head, and Teacher Yang on the podium frowned tighter and tighter.

Liu Lang is the tall man behind Kong Fang.

Liu Lang was stunned when he heard the teacher's name and the laughter of his classmates.

Is it true that the teacher is watching me?

Didn't you say you didn't name it...

Teacher Yang glanced at Kong Fang who was still dazed without a trace and pushed the reflective black-framed glasses.

"Everyone is very happy, right? Come on! Open your schoolbags, and the teacher checks what's in your schoolbags."

All the classmates in the class were stupid.

............

After school at noon.

Kong Fang honestly took the MP3 to the head teacher's office.

The head teacher’s surname is Yang, who teaches mathematics and is in his early thirties this year.

But my head is almost bald.

When he saw Kong Fang, he put down his pen and pushed his glasses: "Kong Fang, do you know why you are asked to come."

Kong Fang lowered his head and refused to speak.

He saw a pile of confiscated things on Teacher Yang’s desk.

There are soft Chinese, potato chips, and other messy things.

Of course he doesn't want to hand over MP3.

But if he was called a parent, he would rather hand over the MP3.

Seeing that Kong Fang was stammering his neck and did not speak, Teacher Yang sighed, picked up the bag of Zhonghua on the table and took it apart.

Seeing Kong Fang's eyes, he glared at Kong Fang: "It's not good for children to smoke. This was originally taken for the teacher, otherwise why would you bring it to the school?"

As he said that, he was disappointed: "Kong Fang, why can't you learn Zhang Qiyao? There is nothing else in his schoolbag except Wusan and the sea of ​​questions."

"She is hypocritical, she is just seventeen years old and has ulterior motives..."

"What about you! You are there to listen to music in class?"

Do you still dare to talk back?

Teacher Yang was unhappy: "Tian Husband Su's songs are nice, and the teacher also liked them when he was young, but why can't you study hard?"

As he said that, Teacher Yang couldn't stop.

"Kong Fang, do you know that you don't dream of being your basketball star every day? The teacher really doesn't believe that you can play professional basketball in the future! If you don't study hard now, what will your future prospects be? If you have no future, you will be easily exploited by others. Do you know that you want to work for a bad boss for the rest of your life?"

Originally, Kong Fang was just listening, but he had actually given up his basketball dream.

Because in that dream, he will be just a guy who will wipe the floor in the CBA in the future.

But when he heard the teacher's words, he became annoyed.

"As long as I'm a waste, no one can take advantage of me."

Teacher Yang: “……”

This sentence...he didn't know how to refute it.

Fortunately, Kong Fang turned around and said, "Teacher Yang, what university did you graduate from?"

"Why did you ask about the teacher's degree in Beijing Normal University?

Beijing Normal University is naturally 985,211 universities.

"Then how much is your monthly salary now? Is your annual income reaching the street salary?"

As we all know, Tiger X is known as "985 Street", and the street salary on the street is known as "a yearly income of 300,000."

But if you understand, it is like "the bosses of the top 499 of the top 500 in the world are all in one place", which is self-deprecating and ironic.

“…”

Teacher Yang stopped talking.

"Teacher." Kong Fang looked at him seriously, "I want to make a name for myself! I don't want to work for others for the rest of my life in the future!"

"But without education, your end may be just someone else's starting point. And if you want to reach someone else's starting point, you need to fight for your life."

Teacher Yang was unmoved.

But for some reason, his tone was not as severe as before.

"teacher."

Kong Fang was still watching him seriously.

"Have you ever dreamed?"

His dream is to make a name for himself! Don’t be as miserable as in his dream!

He wants to make progress too much!

But he is a realistic person.

There are less than three months before the college entrance examination. Even if he stays up late to study hard now, he will not be able to catch up with the progress in just one or two months.

After all, he doesn't have the system mentioned in the novel.

He just doesn't want to take the sports special recruitment path anymore.

He wanted to try another way.

For example... follow the time and see if things will develop like in dreams!

In my memory, this afternoon is the final of the "National High School Basketball League" that changed my destiny!

If the main player in his team is really injured and turns himself from a substitute to a starter, that means that dream is right!

So!

I have found a way to make my life wide and wide!

That is, when the boss in the dream, Tang Ying became the co-founder of her company before she became rich!

In this way, as long as you do nothing, you can easily become a rich man who goes against the will of heaven and change his fate!

Kong Fang was thinking divergently here, but Teacher Yang was stopped by him.

After a long time, he just waved his hand: "You go back first, or study hard is the right way."

Kong Fang bowed, put down his MP3 and turned around and left.

Teacher Yang watched him leave, but recalled the exhausted look he had withdrawn from the entertainment industry after being dumped.

And when I returned to this alma mater to teach, I said to the old principal.

"I have no dreams anymore, but I can at least protect the children's dreams."

Jingjing took out a cigarette, ignored the no-smoking sign posted on the wall, and Teacher Yang took out the lighter and fired it.

The white yellow flame was reflected on his glasses' lenses.

After a long time, the dark red highlights became bright.

"Dream..."

PS: I was unable to invest when I was back-stinged by Dianniang before. For everyone's sake, I sent it again, and I had 10,000 words in one breath!
Chapter completed!