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Back in the classroom, the teacher hadn't come yet, and the students who hadn't had breakfast took the time to eat, and there was a burst of steamed stuffed buns, soy milk, tea eggs miscellaneous smells wafting through the classroom.
Shen Chuyan took out a box of breakfast milk, and just took a couple of sips when he heard someone in the front row shouting, "The teacher is here¡ªbe careful, don't eat it!"
The voice came from the first row.
According to "international practice", the first row of seats next to the classroom door in each class must undoubtedly shoulder the safety of the entire class, which is commonly known as sentry. The students are clever and the teachers are becoming more and more insidious. If you guard me at the front door, then I will simply walk around through the back door to see who is better? In this way, the back row of the classroom is no longer an absolute safe zone, and sleep in class is trembling, or let the deskmate remind yourself at any time, afraid that the deskmate sleeps better than you, then we can only die together.
? Shen Chuyan took a deep breath, swallowed it calmly when the teacher stepped into the classroom, opened the textbook, held the pen in his right hand, and moved in one go without any trace of acting.
Xu Chaoci's face was hidden behind the textbook, chewing bread in his mouth, kicking Shen Chuyan's chair with his right foot: "Do you want bread? It's stuffed with red bean paste."
"Leave one for me and eat it after class."
On the podium, the teacher turned the pages of the book and looked at the students below: "Stop eating breakfast first, the main reason is that the meat buns are too strong, you should change the taste occasionally, you still eat meat buns yesterday? Let's change to vegetables stuffing Is it OK?"
There was a lot of laughter in the classroom, and no one in the class stole food until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
"Xiao Shuang's class is very fun, she talks humorously, and she's a nice person, but why does she want to teach politics?" After class, Xu Chaoci lay on the table and poked Shen Chuyan's back with a ballpoint pen to play.
The "Xiao Shuang" he was talking about was the politics teacher in their first class of liberal arts. His real name was Cheng Shuang, and the math teacher was also called Cheng Shuang by coincidence. The two collided. In order to distinguish them, everyone affectionately called them "Little Shuang" and "Big Shuang".
In fact, Xiao Shuang is one year older than Da Shuang, but she is a female teacher, taking advantage of her gender.
Shen Chuyan turned his head and stared at him: "If you dare to get ink on my clothes, you will be responsible for all my dirty socks this week."
Xu Chaoci knew that Shen Chuyan was just trying to scare him. This guy loves to be clean so much that he never had the habit of collecting dirty socks. He withdrew his hand and heard Shen Chuyan ask: "Doesn't Xiao Shuang teach politics or history?"
"Is there a fucking difference? It's also a matter of memorizing! If she taught math, my math grades would definitely be better than now." Anyway, Xu Chaoci said more and more shamelessly, "Maybe I If you fight harder, you can surpass you in mathematics!"
In this senior high school entrance examination, Shen Chuyan scored full marks in both mathematics and English. After drinking the breakfast milk, he habitually squeezed the empty box, looked sideways at the proud Xu Chaoci, and nodded: "Come on."
Xu Chaoci: ""
It is said that boys in liberal arts classes are treasures, and girls in science classes are treasures. In addition to the fact that boys are naturally more sensitive to graphic numbers, but also because liberal arts involves a lot of book content that needs to be memorized, many knowledge points must be memorized in your mind, and you cannot draw inferences like mathematics. Therefore, as long as boys with a better foundation in mathematics will choose science.
Of course, these are just general statements The one who got a perfect score in mathematics is sitting in the classroom of their liberal arts class.
Xu Chaoci is still puzzled, and asked earnestly: "Chu Yan, why did you not think about it and stepped into the flames of liberal arts?" (Remember this site's website: www.hlnovel.com