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Chapter 187 Your new music teacher

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    ??Su Nanzhi, a person who does not take the ordinary path, is also a person who makes Jiang Beiyu feel that his identity is a mystery.

    The Jiang family had naturally checked her background. The young lady raised by the Su family was not outstanding and even suffered from heart disease. She was almost a cannon fodder who could not live more than a few years.

    The Su family may have brought her back with the intention of marrying multiple candidates in the future, but as soon as she came back, they discussed giving the third lady's fianc¨¦ to the second lady, which is a typical bad habit of a wealthy family.

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    It was only then that Jiang Beiyu remembered that the monitor of his competition class, Zhao Qingheng, was the young master of the Zhao family.

    ??This morning, you were so active in giving exercises to your classmates. Tsk, after all, didn¡¯t you break off the engagement?

    Is this how a little boy¡¯s feelings come and go without a trace?

    Jiang Beiyu suddenly laughed when he thought about it at the end.

    ?? Sunan Zhi, quite interesting.

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    September is not an easy month for high school seniors, especially those who have to compete. Every day is simply swimming in a sea of ??perverted questions.

    What's more, Jiang Beiyu is a teacher who is keen on asking all kinds of perverted questions.

    Some students who participated in the previous competition simply cried and lamented:

    "Mr. Jiang, he is scarier than the teacher who created the competition question!!"

    ¡°After my senior year of high school, I will never answer competition questions again!!!¡±

    "Why is Teacher Jiang like this? How can someone have the face of an angel, the body of a devil, and the heart of a witch at the same time?"

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    The students in the math competition class were struggling. The students in the physics competition class next to them said: No, no, there are people with such exaggerated acting skills?  Did their physics competition class talk?  !

    Brothers who participated in both the mathematics competition class and the physics competition class: don¡¯t say anything, okay? Let¡¯s leave each other good memories.

    Su Nanzhi was separated from these crying brothers and sisters, and her eyes and thoughts began to feel empty - she had slept an average of less than 15 hours a day for three consecutive days.

    Jiang Beiyu said that it was suitable for her to answer more questions, and then gave her one set of questions after another.

    Su Nanzhi had to use class time to study the questions.

    This section is a music class.

    Yes, music lessons.

    I don¡¯t know when it happened, but the No. 1 Middle School reported complaints to the Education Bureau about too many courses, too much homework, and too much pressure on students. Since then, the school has arranged music classes for senior high school students every two weeks.

    The existence of this class is incredible enough. What¡¯s even more incredible is that in Science Class 1, this class is taught by the head teacher, Lin Wencheng, who is over forty and heading towards fifty.

    Music classes were only set up two weeks after the school started. Today is the first class. The music teacher everyone was looking forward to did not show up. Instead, Lao Lin showed up.

    "Teacher Lin, why is it you? You may have gone to the wrong place. This period is a music class. Where is the music teacher?" The restless boy was the first to speak and chased Lao Lin away. By the way, he also asked the music teacher who had always been thinking about it.

    music teacher?

    Old Lin smiled.

    "This is a music class, yes," Lin Wencheng walked slowly onto the podium, "but the school didn't say it would assign you a music teacher."

    "?"

    Does this sound like a play on words?

    "What kind of music class can I take without a music teacher?"

    "That's right," Old Lin smiled more kindly, "Let me introduce myself, my surname is Lin, and I am your new music teacher." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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