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Chapter 2: The campus idol has a crush on the school beauty.

The first day's classes were full, with Chinese, math, English and chemistry scheduled in the morning, and politics and geography in the afternoon.

What impressed Wu Jiang the most was naturally his favorite course, the Chinese teacher. Judging from her accent, she was not a local, and her Mandarin was a bit like she was speaking with teeth clenched.

Wu Jiang remembered that the Chinese teacher's surname was Zhang, a middle-aged female teacher with a round face, big eyes and a friendly face. Her clothes were also the most decent for her age, with a light green lapel short shirt, a beige pleated skirt and the same color socks, and brown sandals.

There was a very reassuring feeling.

Chinese was his favorite course.

Teacher Zhang was a teacher that students liked at first glance.

Many students have experienced that they like her class because they like her, and they hate her class because they hate her.

Wu Jiang was the same.

In junior high school, because he hated the physics teacher, his physics was very poor, which dragged down his high school entrance examination results a lot.

Wu Jiang thought of his ranking in the class, 25th. If physics had the level of other courses, he should be in the top five.

I couldn't help but blame my junior high school physics teacher.

What a twisted theory, blame the teacher if you can't learn well.

Then do you blame the bed for your stomachache?

I have a very good physical fitness and never have stomachaches.

During the night self-study, the teacher began to select class cadres, which was actually an appointment. Except for Dong Xiao as the class monitor, other positions were assigned according to grades from high to low.

Wu Jiang, whose grades were in the middle, naturally had no position, but Wu Jiang didn't seem to care. He only remembered that Dong Xiao was the class monitor and didn't care which other positions were held by other students, anyway, he didn't know them.

After arriving in the classroom at noon the next day, Tan Jiwei, who slept in the lower bunk of Wu Jiang, said that the Chinese teacher asked him to go to the office. Wu Jiang was a little nervous, thinking all the way why the teacher wanted to find him.

Still nervous, you didn't do anything bad.

I was thinking about the beauty in the next class, but the teacher was not a god and wouldn't know.

All the teachers' offices are one-story bungalows, all in one office area, all garden buildings, self-contained, surrounded by green trees.

The two towering cedars in the middle, with twisted branches and iron poles, accompany the spring, summer, autumn, winter, and guard the fragrance of books from generation to generation year after year, as a witness to the profound heritage of the city.

The door of the office was open, Wu Jiang saw Teacher Zhang inside and knocked politely.

Teacher Zhang looked up and walked towards the door.

Let's see how our handsome Wu behaves in front of the teacher.

"Teacher Zhang, a classmate said you are looking for me?" Wu Jiang's voice was very light and a little shy.

"Call Wu Jiang?" Teacher Zhang asked with a friendly face.

"Yes." Wu Jiang answered mechanically.

Teacher Zhang continued: "It's a nice name, and he is also very good at Chinese."