A little boy with glasses slammed into the classroom door like a cannonball, followed by a tall boy with a wheat complexion and single eyelid.
It is Ding Yi and Wang Junyang.
Wang Junyang ran a sweat, took Ding Yi's shoulders and walked to the podium, breathing heavily, "Old, here comes the teacher! Or, it is Teacher Feng from our preschool...Ay, Xixi? What are you doing? ?"
Afterwards, there was a rush of heels hitting the ground at the door, which quickly stopped.
Teacher Feng's gentle voice clearly floated into the ears of every child: "Good morning, classmates, I am the head teacher of the fifth class of grade one, Feng Aihua, and the classmates call me Teacher Feng."
It's really Teacher Feng!
Teacher Feng is a young teacher in the attached primary school. He is very gentle after graduating from the normal school.
The school leaders also know that the most difficult thing to bring to school each year is the children's class. What's more, this children's class is also mixed with some cross-regional school-choosing students.
In addition, she has taken the preschool class of the children's class during the summer vacation, and is already familiar with the children. The leader deliberately asked her to take the fifth class of first grade.
Song Qiaoxi thought that on the first day of the preschool, the original owner was truant and was almost kidnapped by a trafficker at the train station. The next day, he took Wang Junyang and Ding Yi to unscrewing the bells of the bicycle shed. Grab bag...
Uh, this...
Who was it at that time, vowing to be a good baby that the teacher likes?
With a dazed effort, she felt a cold on her wrist.
Looking down, it was a slender, white hand that pulled his fleshy wrist and then let it go.
Chu Jin held his schoolbag in the other hand, standing beside the podium, looking at her steadily.
Facing Shang Chujin's quiet eyes, he pursed his mouth and shook his head gently at Xiao Nuo Tuan.
Understanding what Chu Jin meant, Song Qiaoxi obediently stepped down from the podium and looked back at Jiang Qisheng dissatisfiedly.
Humph, let you talk nonsense!
Jiang Qisheng's little mung bean stared at the size of a yellow bean, and he slightly stuck his tongue at her provocatively.
Then a figure sternly stood in front of Song Qiaoxi, isolating the "eye war" between her and Jiang Qisheng.
Chu Jin pulled Nuo Tuanzi behind him, frowning, staring coldly at Jiang Qisheng, who was sticking his tongue out on the podium.
Xiao Pang Dun was stunned for a moment, shrank his neck in a constrained manner, and took two steps back.
Song Qiaoxi poked her head from behind Chu Jin, wondering what happened?
As a result, he didn't see anything clearly, so he was pulled by the arm by the boy and left near the podium.
"Students stood up with schoolbags, we went to the hallway, lined up in two lines, everyone is taller and shorter," Teacher Feng clapped his palms, looked at the children gently and firmly, but his tone was beyond doubt, "Hurry up and move. Whose small eyes didn't look at the teacher?"
The children in the compound are well known to be difficult to manage, and all teachers in the school know.
If it is a young teacher who has graduated from a normal school and leads a class with children, they are often cried by bear children. These children are usually very naughty one by one, and it is easy to engage in small "groups" collective "rebellion."
YOU ARE READING
Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓
DragosteNOT MINE ORIGINAL TITLE: 九零大院糯团子 AUTHOR: 柚子水豚 Song Qiaoxi, an orphan, transmigrated in a book. She became a little child in the 90s, and was spoiled by the whole family. However, this child was filled with black thoughts, white on the outside and bl...
