"Teacher, don't you teach physical education? Why are you teaching mathematics again?"
In a math class of Class 3, Taisuke Sawanaga asked Gong Yongyao, who was on the podium.
However, this time, his good friend Makoto Ito did not cooperate with him. Instead, he yawned repeatedly. It seemed that he had not rested well.
"You guys don't understand. Can't a PE teacher teach math? Do you know how many people can't even count when they grow up? Isn't this what physical education teachers teach?”
Gong Yongyao's words caused the students below the stage to roar with laughter. At the same time, they also began to discuss.
"Don't laugh. In our country, we are very strict with teachers. We require them to develop in all aspects.”
"Every physical education teacher must have basic mathematical knowledge. It's not a problem for you to write a little punk!”
"Don't think that physical education teachers are just a bunch of weaklings, and don't think that math teachers are all weak scholars who can't judge a person based on their basic impressions!”
Gong Yongyao realized that he did have the talent to be a teacher. After his words, the discussion quieted down a lot.
"Besides, a PE teacher who doesn't want to be a math teacher won't be a good dean. By the way, I'll temporarily replace Teacher XXX, who went out for an inspection, as the dean of this school.”
As soon as Gong Yongyao said this, there was no sound below the stage. Everyone sat upright, and even the yawning Makoto Ito widened his eyes.
Only World and Moment were using that kind of worshipful gaze. If Gong Yongyao hadn't given them a look and coughed twice, they would probably have given themselves away.
"Right, Taisuke Sawanaga, Makoto Ito, come to my office later! It's the one at the innermost!"
After Gong Yongyao said this, the expressions of the two changed. They thought that Gong Yongyao wanted to settle the old scores from yesterday.
One held his head while the other supported his face, frantically thinking of excuses.
"Also, Makoto Ito will come over at noon. Taisuke Sawanaga will come over after dinner. You must be there, or else I'll teach you a lesson.”
After saying that, he ignored the frightened expressions of the two and began the lesson.
…
"Ah-it's half-past eleven in standard time, time to get lunch ready!”Gong Yongyao walked briskly to the office, muttering to himself.
He sat at his desk and opened the bento that Ito Moko had prepared for him.
It was very ordinary. There was no heart pattern, and there was no reasonable nutritional mix.
"I didn't expect Mengzi to be so unconcerned about Zha Cheng. My heart aches. No, I have to give him some nourishment.”
With a pained expression, Gong Yongyao exchanged some authentic products from Thailand, high-quality female elfins.
She mumbled as she added the food to her lunchbox.
"Zha Cheng, as your cheapskate father, since you snatched…no, those were originally mine.”
"It should be because you have such an outstanding man like your cheap father. I guess you'll be single for the rest of your life. Therefore, let me do one last thing for you.”
"I'll let you experience a different feeling of tax evasion!”
After dealing with the lunch for Ito Makoto, Gong Yongyao began to prepare a love lunch for Ito Moko.
He exchanged for a super high-class bento from the Holy Elf. In line with the principle of not favoring one over the other, Gong Yongyao also added a little special ingredients on it.
After the preparations were completed, Gong Yongyao looked at the two dishes in front of him with satisfaction, then picked up the exquisite one and walked into the bedroom.
Gong Yongyao was ready to enjoy the feast.
Sitting on the bed, Gong Yongyao gently held Mengzi's hand as if he was looking at a piece of art.
Although he already had a wealth of actual combat experience, as the saying went, plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, each had its own merits. Gong Yongyao still liked to achieve it with his hands…
It was to feel the beauty of the world with both hands.
Like the world and Zhihui, one was Meng Luan's spoiled tsundere type, the other was a serious and rigid sports type. The degree of smoothness of the skin was completely different.
Qingpu Dance and Saiwonji Otsuko, these two really had the feeling of sisters. Other than the length of their hair, they were very similar in other aspects.
He was really looking forward to the competition between them! Anyway, Gong Yongyao was the one who felt the best.
Although Gong Yongyao was thinking about other girls, his hands would not stop moving.
Although he didn't take off a single piece of clothing, except for his shoes. After all, Gong Yongyao loved cleanliness.
"Aiya, there's no time. I have to eat something! I'm starting!" Gong Yongyao put his palms together and did a Japanese pre-meal etiquette, then…
"Stay away from me. How can there be someone like you? You actually used a zui…"
"Eh, isn't it dirty? You even said that there's a clean place. Even that place..."
"No, my eyes…"
Under the merciless ridicule of the Holy Elf, Gong Yongyao finished the meal. His expression did not change throughout the entire meal, displaying the strong psychological quality of a transmigrator.
"Thank you for your hospitality!"
With Gong Yongyao's words, Ito Moko slowly turned around.
"Hmm…Gong Jun, this is…"
Ito Moko noticed that Gong Yongyao was sitting in front of the bed with his palms together, exuding the aura of a wise man.
As a woman, Moeko would not understand the sage mode. In her eyes, Gong Yongyao was more like a devout believer in a church.
"Yo! Good morning!"
Hearing Mengzi's voice, Gong Yongyao opened his eyes and greeted her with a smile.
The warm smile directly hit Ito Moko's girlish heart.
"This isn't a believer at all. This is clearly a god that has been left behind in the human world.”
"I must get this man! No matter how much it costs."
Ito Moko, who was still in a daze, was now in high spirits, and her eyes seemed to be burning with flames.
(Everyone should have guessed it, tomorrow will be even more exciting)
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