No wonder it looks more mature than them, but why are you a college student going to repeat classes?

Is it really a new airborne teaching director? Some students had such an idea in their minds, which was more like expectation than guessing.

The English teacher was pouted and felt that his mouth was not so smooth, so he could only temporarily hold back his anger and start class, intending to ask the director what was going on after class.

But if he doesn't provoke trouble, it doesn't mean that Zhu Yang and the others will let him go.

Zhu Weixin was picking on his thorns throughout the class, from pronunciation to grammar to emphasis on knowledge points and even placing questions, and he found countless problems one by one.

The key is that this is not aimless. Zhu Weixin’s rebuttal points are all meaningful, and it is not just a rebuttal. After correcting according to his words, other students even felt that he had made it clearer and easier to understand.

Just like the English teacher and other subject teachers kept asking questions to Zhu Weixin that night, the English teacher was almost embarrassed without saying a few words in this class, and the whole class never said a complete paragraph.

When the last five minutes before get out of class ended, the English teacher's face was so dark that he couldn't see it.

He threw the book on the lectern: "So capable? You can come up and talk."

Zhu Weixin said lazily: "I didn't get this salary, why should I help you with work?"

"Shut up!"

"But I can't watch you mislead your children, these are two different things." After saying that, he smiled maliciously at the English teacher: "After that, teacher, do you remember how many mistakes you pointed out in the whole class?"

The English teacher didn't reply and looked embarrassed. Zhu Weixin didn't expect him to answer, and said to himself: "27 places!"

Then he took out the piece of paper his sister planned, and his slender fingers stopped in a row from top to bottom.

"According to the new school rules, students found a mistake in the classroom and punished them with a whip. In this way, the teacher will have 27 whip, well! You also have your own whip."

"The bamboo is tough and hard, and the taste of it is worthy of its quality, which shows that the teacher knows the goods."

"Then, let's start, old teacher!"

The English teacher saw him stand up and subconsciously took two steps back: "What new school rules? Why haven't I heard of it? Why are you still moving forward? Stop! Where is the class monitor? Where is the study committee member? Do you want to rebel?"

Seeing that Zhu Weixin was still not stopping, the English teacher who had suffered a loss once finally couldn't help but want to run outside the classroom.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw the little girl next to the door kicking her desk forward.

The desk slid over and blocked the door, blocking the English teacher's way out.

Xu Wei took back her feet, and the little girl smiled and said, "Teacher, it is feasible to be a role model for others. If you make a mistake, you must accept punishment. Is this the most basic thing?"

The English teacher saw that these children were always round and pinched flat, and had always been in a lofty posture.

At this moment, I saw this little girl, Zhu Weixin, who was approaching step by step, and the one who sat in the seat without saying a word but was obviously the leader in this group.

The three young faces made him feel extremely scared.

At this time, he felt his neck tightening, and then he turned his whole body into a dizzy way, and came to his senses and was already lying on the podium.

The English teacher has a bad physique, but he is not as good as a stubborn man. When he is middle-aged, he is naturally not a match for Zhu Weixin who is energetic and diligent in training and has certain professional skills.

Zhu Weixin lifted the person up to the podium, so he used clever force to stop him from struggling and turning over. Then he grabbed his arms and spread them out.

At this time, Zhu Yang had already come to the front and took the English teacher's own bamboo teaching stick.

"I heard that teacher, you like to thug the back of your hands? That's right. Compared to the flesh in the palm, you naturally only hit the back of your skin and bones more violently, and recover more slowly. If you hit a few more times, it will hurt your muscles and bones."

"You usually forget the pain when your scars heal. Teacher, you understand very well, so just such a thug board can make you figure out this truth."

"Sure, the teacher has done a good job, so we naturally cannot let it go. But this time, you have made a lot of mistakes. Remember to have a long memory after the fight."

As she said that, Zhu Yang whipped the English teacher's back with whips. She didn't use too much force, and it would be no fun if she whipped it in one go.

But even so, the English teacher screamed, and the entire classroom was silent except for the screams and the whip of the teaching stick.

All the students were silent, and the whipping seemed to be whipping in their hearts. If they said that they were just lawless and lawless yesterday, then the position between students and teachers now completely caused something in their hearts to begin to collapse.

This is something that has just been built shortly, but extremely firm.

After twenty-seven strokes, no more or less, the English teacher's skin on the back of his hands began to explode.

But no one finds it scary because they have seen many students being beaten even worse than this.

When the bell for the next class rang, Zhu Weixin let go of the English teacher.

He said to him: "Teacher, be careful when you give a lecture next time. What you are responsible for is the future of the students. How can you be careless?"

The English teacher wanted to run out in panic as if he saw a ghost, but now no one kicked the table and stopped him.

He went straight to the Academic Affairs Office to look for the Director of the Instructor, and passed by him in the corridor. The Chinese teacher who was almost hit by him scolded him for being sick.

The Chinese teacher was almost strangled to death yesterday, and he also hoped that the director would come back to deal with the freshmen in the evening.

When I left the teaching building, I knew that the director had already arranged the arrangements, so the Chinese teacher thought that there should be no two people in the classroom at this time.

But as soon as I came in, I was shocked by the two conspicuous people, and my reaction was no different from the English teacher just now.

The Chinese teacher muttered in his heart that the director was slow to do things, but he had to bite the bullet and go to class first.

With the lessons from yesterday, she didn't dare to yell and get angry anymore.

But Zhu Yang is determined to find fault, how could he care whether you have a tail between your legs?

I just picked the mistakes of the English teacher and needed a certain amount of knowledge reserves. Besides Zhu Yang, I also had Zhu Weixin who could do it.

But it is easy to find a Chinese teacher.

Although Xu Wei is a teenage girl, she knows how to judge the situation very well and does not know that reality is just like this.

This time, there is no need for the Zhu siblings to attack, and she just found a problem.

The Chinese teacher was just teaching very hard when he saw a student raising his hand below. She said unhappily: "If you have any questions, I'll talk about it later."

Xu Wei ignored her: "Teacher, is there any difference now and waiting for a while? Anyway, you just repeat the textbook, repeat the test paper, and repeat the learning materials in class. Everyone has eyes, just read it yourself. Answering my doubts will not prevent everyone from attending class, right?"

The Chinese teacher looks bad. She has no technical elements in her lectures, and her teaching style is also urging students to memorize rotely. Memorization is actually nothing for liberal arts.

But this teacher was particularly unaware of the key points. It would be right to memorize whatever works but not what works. According to what Xu Wei heard at night, she, a junior high school student, felt ridiculous and crying.

Let me give you an example. This teacher actually allows students to memorize even the appreciation of essays. The energy of being a senior high school student is unlimited.

In the previous school, it was because it was not met and was beaten down, so naturally it did not improve even when it came here.

Xu Wei randomly drew an exercise book and pointed to a not-so-common classical Chinese article above and said, "I don't know the word teacher, what do you think?"

It was so far away, how could the Chinese teacher see clearly? Zhu Yang and the others were staring at each other, so they had to resist their impatientness: "Take it over."

"Huh? The teacher shouldn't understand the following content after hearing my first few sentences? Why is it so troublesome? Just tell me the next sentence directly, or do you not know how to memorize this article?"

Then the little girl made a shocking move: "No way? The teacher always asked us to memorize all the words we saw. I thought that you have been teaching for many years and these things have long been known to you."

She covered her lips with her back of her hand and smiled contemptuously: "So you can't carry it."

The Chinese teacher was blocked and blushed, but Xu Wei turned around and asked Zhu Yang: "Sister, the teacher is not rigorous in preparing lessons and cannot respond to students' normal questions. How to deal with the new school rules?"

Zhu Yang has experienced so many players, but he really met a wonderful person who made her look at him differently.

He smiled: "This is a big problem. According to the standards set by the teacher, he cannot do it. If he really takes his teaching philosophy seriously, it is impossible to ignore it so easily. It is really unreasonable for the teacher to pay attention to what students repeatedly emphasize every day."

As he said that, he pulled out the book and threw it on the podium, and threw it in front of the Chinese teacher with great accuracy.

"Teacher, memorize it! It's a limit of ten minutes. I'll ask someone to memorize it in ten minutes. You have already demonstrated the consequences of each word wrong for us."

"You are crazy? How dare you-"

The Chinese teacher is about to have an irritable attack again, but he dare not get off the podium to bring the distance between him and Zhu Yang.

As soon as the words began, Zhu Yang opened her palm and placed it on the desk, bent her fingers and stroked down.

It was so light and there were five scratches of about one centimeter more than a centimeter on the solid wood table, just like the claws of a beast.

When the Chinese teacher heard the sound, his teeth were sore, and he saw Zhu Yang raise his eyes: "Teacher, there are nine minutes left, don't you hurry up?"

At this time, the classroom door was blocked, and the students in the audience were silent as if they were dead. The Chinese teacher wanted to shout for other students to help stop them.

But the voice was stuck in her throat before it even came out, because she suddenly saw the expressions of each student, with great expectation and fanaticism.

In the last class, I slapped on the back of the English teacher's hands and ran away again and again, and then ran away in fear.

Although these students did not respond, something had already fermented rapidly in silence.

Chinese teachers have always been used to making trouble in class. When they look at students, they just think that they are stupid and annoying, but they never thought of being afraid of this classroom day.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her, not the usual timidity, but a kind of fanatical focus with malicious intentions.

The Chinese teacher seemed to be in a terrifying claustrophobic space, and his hair was rising all over his body.

Then another voice was heard: "Eight minutes left."

She was shocked, then took the book and began to recite it silently.

But unless an uncommon obscure classical Chinese is a person with outstanding memory, it takes several minutes for ordinary people to read it through. The final result can be imagined.

Zhu Yang looked at the teacher in disappointment and said in her usual catchphrase: "You can't even memorize rotely. Are you a pig's head? Do you need to get your thrusts and get your idea?"

There were screams from the teaching building. After class, the Chinese teacher was waiting for the classroom with scratches on his face.

The entire teaching building is not as quiet as it is today. Even if you speak softly, there is still a necessary communication, but now everyone seems to have lost the ability to speak.

But when everyone looks at each person's expression, there is a kind of undercurrent of pleasure flowing wildly, and they are about to open the bottle cap and shoot out.

In the last class in the morning, two consecutive teachers were bullied by class, and no one dared to come to class anymore.
To be continued...