Mr. Mediterranean brought Zhuo Mingcheng to the entrance of Year 2 Class 2 and said,""Go in and attend class properly.”
"Sorry to trouble you, teacher." Zhuo Mingcheng politely expressed his gratitude and walked into the classroom, ignoring Mr. Mediterranean's surprised gaze.
"Strange, the people from England High School are so polite?”Mr. Mediterranean looked at Zhuo Mingcheng's back and scratched his head in confusion before walking away.
The class hadn't started yet, and Zhuo Mingcheng was immediately greeted with curious and probing gazes the moment he walked into the classroom. In such a strict school, the students were still rather depressed. Under the premise that everyone knew each other well, it was inevitable that they would be curious when a new person suddenly entered.
It seemed that every transfer student had to go through this stage? When Zhuo Mingcheng saw that there was a seat in the last row in the middle, he sat down as a matter of course.
His deskmate was a fair and pretty boy who seemed a little shy and weak.
"Zhuo Mingcheng, please take care of me."”
" Yang Zhen, please take care of me..." Yang Zhen didn't expect Zhuo Mingcheng to be so outgoing. He was a little flustered as he said this. After he finished speaking, he took out his textbook and started reading carefully.
Zhuo Mingcheng quickly classified him as a bookworm. Perhaps…it was a good place to gather information?
……
It was not allowed to whisper, be distracted, or doze off in class.
The first lesson was Chinese, and Zhuo Mingcheng could barely cope with it. However, the second lesson was mathematics. It was like listening to a heavenly book, and Zhuo Mingcheng was sleepy. Those mathematical symbols looked very specious and had long been forgotten. When she happened to see Yang Zhen diligently taking notes and listening attentively, she secretly sighed in her heart that he was indeed a good student…
Zhuo Mingcheng finally made it to the end of the class, but he felt his eyelids twitching non-stop. He was already extremely sleepy. Taking advantage of the time between classes, he quickly went out for a walk to get some fresh air. Otherwise, he might really fall asleep during the next class.
In the original movie, every teacher seemed to have a sate-guided precision in the art of flying erasers? If one of them couldn't help but pull out his gun, who would be the one to blame if he was killed…
On the field, Zhuo Mingcheng kept slapping his cheeks to wake himself up. F * ck, I'm not really here to study. Hurry up and investigate the case. I'll call it a day after I'm done!
During the first lesson, Zhuo Mingcheng silently scanned the students in the class and did not find the key character in the original play, Zhuang Nizai. He cursed in his heart. It looked like he had been inserted into another class, which would add a lot of trouble to the investigation.
Just as he was pondering, someone suddenly pulled him back. Zhuo Mingcheng looked up and saw a very wretched old school worker smiling at him with a wooden stick in his hand.
Zhuo Mingcheng knew who it was when he saw the familiar smiling face. Uncle Da was the best pig teammate. Other than him, no one else would have such a " temperament."
"Sir Zhuo, we're on the same side."
"Dongdong Dongdong?" Zhuo Mingcheng said calmly.
"Dong Dong!" Uncle Da matched the secret code decisively. He felt extremely lucky. Fortunately, he did not speak first and remembered the secret code wrongly…He had heard some news about this Zhuo Mingcheng from Huang Bingyao. It was said that he was a ruthless person who dared to fight more than ten thugs alone with a gun. God knew what kind of temper he had. He just wanted to sit quietly as an undercover agent. Who knew that a big Buddha would fall from the sky?
"There are too many people. Wait for me at the door after school.”Zhuo Mingcheng glanced at Lin Zuodong, who was monitoring the students on the second floor, and left.
"As expected of a fierce person.”Uncle Da sighed. He was different from a spy like him who was just waiting to die.
……
After returning to the classroom, he looked at the class schedule and realized that it was English class. He heaved a sigh of relief. He was quite good at this. Although he did not understand the subject, verb, and object grammar, listening and speaking were definitely not a problem.
The heavens pitied him! Other than Chinese, there was finally a subject that he could understand!
The bell rang and the English teacher walked in with a stack of books. Zhuo Mingcheng was shocked.
It was actually her!
The English teacher on stage had short black hair, exquisite facial features, a tall figure, and a strict yet fashionable dress. She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that made her look even more intellectual. Zhuo Mingcheng knew who she was the moment she entered.
It was said that most English and Chinese teachers had temperament, which was evident from this.
His eyebrows were arched, and his eyes were filled with love. Zhuo Mingcheng suddenly thought of this sentence. It was actually extremely appropriate to use it here.
"I heard that a new student came to class today?”He Min glanced at the teacher. Zhuo Mingcheng didn't even need to answer. The gazes of the people around him pushed him out.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Ms. He, and I'm in charge of teaching English to this class.”He Min's smile was sweet and affectionate, making people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze. She was a goddess!
"Hello, Teacher He. My name is Zhuo Mingcheng.”
He Min's eyes lit up." That's a good name. Your parents must be knowledgeable people."”
This time, Zhuo Mingcheng was really impressed. His name really meant that. Ming is sincere, from the "Doctrine of the mean," the original sentence is self-sincere Ming, called nature; Self-evident sincerity is called enlightenment. Sincerity is clear, clear is sincere. It meant that he was inspired by sincerity and understanding. This was called nature. Enlightened by understanding and then sincere, this was called artificial education. Sincerity would naturally lead to enlightenment, and after understanding enlightenment, one would be sincere.
This was the first person who could accurately tell the origin of his name after he transmigrated. Zhuo Mingcheng was a little surprised. It seemed that this Teacher He did not only know English.
Seeing the confusion in Zhuo Mingcheng's eyes and everyone's confusion, He Min explained in detail. She was afraid that she would neglect the new students, so she didn't forget to add a sentence to Zhuo Mingcheng.
"That should be the case, right?"
This spring breeze and rain-like moisture was silent and extremely comfortable.
"That's right."
After receiving the affirmation of the main character, the students were in an uproar.
"Wow, Teacher He knows so much!"
"What is the golden mean? I've never heard of it before…"
"I don't understand either, but it sounds very powerful…"
Everyone had different opinions, and even the way they looked at Zhuo Mingcheng was different. It seemed that there was a little…admiration for a cultured person in their eyes?
"Zhuo Mingcheng, please sit. I took an elective course in Chinese classical literature in university, so I know a little. Alright, let's start the class now."
For the first time, Zhuo Mingcheng didn't doze off during this class. It wasn't because he could understand. He was just thinking that in such an outstanding teacher's class, even blinking was a form of blasphemy.
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