Teaching and educating people, my goal is to be the most beautiful teacher!

Chapter 249 Pride

"I heard your footsteps from a long distance away."

"Tell me, what melon?"

Cheng Xinuo didn't keep the secret, "We have a new external teacher in our school, majoring in basketball. Although he is not handsome, I heard he is super good! He used to be a professional player!

The original school basketball team was disbanded, and all new teachers were appointed. Most importantly, the original basketball coach Zhang Ming will no longer lead the team. He only teaches classes and is now making trouble in the teaching department.

Yu Zhaozhao didn't quite understand. "Wouldn't it be easier to do this? Why are you still unwilling?"

Brother Sun smiled and replied, "You don't understand this, right? Their training fee is a big expense. They train in the morning and in the evening every day, and it adds up to a lot of money.

Plus leading the team to competitions, taking students to art exams... Hehehe, you work hard for a year, but it's not as good as the two months of art exams for others."

Yu Zhaozhao was stunned.

Can you still play like this? !

"Then...does the school know about this? If they knew, would they still allow him..."

Seeing Yu Zhaozhao's innocent look, Brother Sun explained a few more words.

"Why wouldn't the school agree? They can send the students away, the parents are satisfied, the school has a good enrollment rate, and everyone is happy. It's a matter that all parties are satisfied with."

Yu Zhaozhao then nodded.

"But, there are also good coaches, such as Old Wu in track and field, who has sent out at least 10 to 20 classes of students. I bet that he didn't ask for a penny from his students, and all the money he earned was hard-earned.

Zhang Ming is not a good person. He is too corrupt. Last year, he took money but didn’t do anything. He was directly reported to the Education Bureau by a parent. Fortunately, he has someone in the Education Bureau, otherwise he would be in big trouble just for this matter. "

Yu Zhaozhao felt like he had discovered a new world, "Brother Sun, you still have a lot of melons here!"

Yu Zhaozhao originally wanted to ask some more details, but the bell rang, and she hurried to the classroom.

"Zheng Zihao, there's an archive room next to our office. Go there and write your novel. Here's the key. I left a computer in there for you. Use it if you need it."

Yi Yun looked at Zheng Zihao with envy, thinking that he would fall out of the top 50 this month and would have no time to play at all.

But Yu Zhaozhao called her next.

"Yi Yun, you, Archives Room 2."

Yi Yun was stunned. "You really...really want me to go!" Zheng Zihao was writing novels anyway, which was related to Chinese, but he was...playing games!

"If you don't want to go, forget it."

"I want to go!"

"Then hurry up and stop talking nonsense."

Both archives belong to the Chinese language group of Grade 12. There are no important archives in them. They are mainly used papers and manuscripts of homework.

Yu Zhaozhao bought two small tables and discussed with other teachers in the group to allow these two special talents to practice for an hour every day.

Let Yiyun keep his touch and give Zheng Zihao a chance to write.

No one had any other opinions. After all, we were in Class 1...and not causing trouble was already giving us face.

Yi Yun and Zheng Zihao were so touched that they wondered where in the world there could be such an awesome head teacher! Creating conditions for themselves to write novels/play games!

There are very few people in the evening study class today.

The five little basketball players are not here, the 10-member dance group is not here, and the duo with special talents is not here either.

The classroom was sparsely populated, so no other tasks were assigned. I just distributed the test papers for Monday's exam to everyone.

This was originally the part that everyone hated the most.

But now...

Many people were looking forward to it.

"Oh my god, I got 98 hahahaha, in my freshman year of high school, the total of all three subjects didn't even get 98!"

"Oh my god, this must be a mistake, how can I get 86 points with my idiotic figure?"

"Wow, could it be that I'm a genius at studying? I'll get 100 points on the test one day!"

Yu Zhaozhao had a dark face and was holding two papers in his hands.

Knocked on the blackboard.

"Everyone, look here. These two papers are quite special. I want to talk to you about them separately and then send them to them specially."

Everyone's attention was drawn to it, and they didn't know whether the score was high or low.

Teacher Yu doesn't seem to like criticizing people, so he should be praising them?

"Paper 1, 136 points."

As soon as Yu Zhaozhao announced the scores, the class suddenly became lively.

"Oh my god, there's someone in our class who scored that high! Who is it? Wang Jingjiang?"

"No, Wang Jingjiang is my deskmate. I saw that he only has 119!"

"119 is already pretty awesome!"

Yu Zhaozhao was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. "Here, Huang Ruilin."

Huang Ruilin was not used to being the center of attention, so she lowered her head, took the paper and quickly sat back in her seat.

"The second paper has 2 points. Three of the five points deducted were for the composition and two for the reading comprehension. Can you guess whose score it is?"

In stark contrast to the lively discussion just now in the classroom, at this moment, the classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

After a long while, someone asked weakly, "Is it because I am hard of hearing that I heard it wrong? 145 points?!"

"Teacher, stop keeping us in suspense. Tell us whose score it is! You are my god. 145! This is Chinese!"

Yu Zhaozhao turned and looked at Mu Yangshu.

Although I knew that this kid was smart, it was still surprising that he was this smart.

"Mu Yangshu?"

"No way, wuwuwu, I studied so hard this month, getting up early every day to memorize lessons, and they played with sticks every day, but I only scored half of theirs!"

Mu Yangshu stood up and walked to the desk and took his paper.

"How to improve composition?"

“Read more, imitate more, and conceive more.”

"it is good..."

It had been a month since school started, and this was the first time anyone heard Mu Yangshu speak. They vaguely felt that he seemed a little different, but no one dared to approach him to communicate with him.

It's true that the previous impression was too deep...

Once when he was in the first year of high school, Mu Yangshu had an attack and banged his head against the window, ending up with blood all over his face. Many people saw that scene.

From then on, no matter whether they were good students or bad students, no one dared to provoke Mu Yangshu, even the two troublemakers Lu Chen and Wang Jingjiang at the time.

So after the second year of high school, even though he was assigned to Class 1, no one talked to Mu Yangshu.

Mu Yangshu's desk mate, the love-brained Huang Ruilin, has been studying very hard to protect her scumbag boyfriend, and has never talked to her desk mate.

Looking at the paper with a score of 145 in Mu Yangshu's hand, Huang Ruilin felt deeply shocked.

I study until midnight every day, while others either play with sticks or sleep in class...

Is this the diversity and difference among human beings?

Yu Zhaozhao concluded, "I handed out the test papers today mainly to tell you not to be defined by anyone. In my eyes, you are all unique, the best, and the ones that make me most proud."

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