The ten prizes for this random draw were all related to learning ability.
Seeing the ten prizes this time, Zhang Han heaved a sigh of relief. The Desert Eagle from yesterday had almost killed him.
Today, this stupid system finally gave out some normal awards.
"System, activate the lottery."
Zhang Han's voice was filled with anticipation.
The needle of the Random Lottery began to spin crazily!
Ten seconds later, the lucky draw needle stopped!
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for drawing beginner piano proficiency!”
[Beginner piano proficiency: You have the ability to compose music by Wolfgang Amadeus, compose music by Wolfgang van Gogh, and compose music by Lin Xi.]
After the system's introduction, Zhang Han couldn't help but smile. He was quite satisfied with the reward he got today.
However, this beginner piano proficiency seemed to have some chicken support!
After receiving the reward, Zhang Han drove his Maserati that cost more than one million yuan to the school. Then, Zhang Han walked slowly into the school.
When he arrived at the entrance of Sunset Elementary School's sixth grade (Class 3), Zhang Han looked at his watch. It was 7:45 pm, and there were still five minutes left before class started.
Before he entered the classroom, Zhang Han felt a fragrant wind blowing. It was the pleasant smell of lavender.
Zhang Han did not need to think to know that only Sunset Primary School's music teacher, Lin Qinghe, had such a fragrance.
As expected, Zhang Han turned around and saw the girl in front of him wearing a black teacher's uniform. Long black stockings wrapped around her slender and straight calves, and her exquisite facial features were filled with shame and anger.
Indeed, Lin Qinghe was very embarrassed and angry now.
Ever since her confession was rejected yesterday, Lin Qinghe had hugged her pillow and cried for half the night when she got home. She had already forgotten about Zhang Han, but now that she saw Zhang Han's well-defined facial features and obsidian-like eyes, she walked over again.
"Teacher Lin, what's the matter?"
Zhang Han was very calm and revealed a very comfortable smile. However, he still glanced at Lin Qinghe.
The beautiful teacher with long black stockings and long legs was very tempting, but Zhang Han only liked that one woman.
"Yes!"
Lin Qinghe's pretty face flushed red, especially when she saw Zhang Han sweeping his gaze over her calf. She had deliberately dressed so sexily to anger Zhang Han.
"Oh? What is it? Tell me."
Zhang Han pointed at the classroom and urged.
Lin Qinghe muttered angrily in her heart,"'Hmph! Bad guy, didn't you see the stockings that she specially wore for you? You didn't even take a second look. Damn it, damn it, damn it.'
However, Lin Qinghe still smiled like a flower. Her voice was like a lark, crisp and sweet as she said,"It's like this, Teacher Zhang. This morning is the music assessment for the three fifth grade classes. I would like to invite you to be the assessment teacher temporarily.”
There was a reason why Lin Qinghe invited Zhang Han. She had accidentally seen Zhang Han's Level 10 piano certificate in the office.
Examiner?
Zhang Han's eyes lit up when he heard these words.
This was like a pie falling from the sky.
Oh! No! Should the world be dropping points?
That was why those poor primary school students were in despair.
" You don't have time. It's fine even if you don't have time. It's fine…"
Lin Qinghe's smile was a little bitter. She subconsciously crossed her arms casually and wanted to turn around and leave in a daze.
As expected, male idols were hard to come by.
At this moment, a pair of warm hands landed on Lin Qinghe's shoulders.
"I'm willing to be a music teacher!”
Zhang Han's eyes lit up. He wanted to hug Lin Qinghe and kiss her, but he was afraid of being clung to, so he could only suppress the excitement in his heart.
Set a question?
I'm good at it!
As long as it was a test for his students or the flowers of his motherland, he was happy and excited.
It was because he could only get points from these students!
However, from another perspective, how could the flowers of the motherland grow without being whipped?
"Really? Teacher Zhang?"
Lin Qinghe couldn't help but get excited.
"Of course it's true."
Zhang Han nodded.
"What about your students?"
Lin Qinghe pointed at Sixth Grade Class (3).
"Don't worry about him. It's self-study class.”
Zhang Han said casually.
At this moment, the primary school students of Class 3 of the sixth grade did not know that they had been abandoned by their dear Teacher Zhang Han.
Zhang Han went back to class first and wrote on the blackboard-If the story of Journey to the West was told backward, what kind of story would it be?
When the exam questions were released, the group of primary school students from Class (3) from six years ago could not help but wipe their tears.
Because it was too damn difficult.
A flashback of Journey to the West?
From becoming a Buddha to wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace?
This wasn't considered difficult, but rather abnormal.
"Students, the teacher won't be teaching this morning. Why don't you do this question? Are you confident?"
In class, Zhang Han believed that his voice was sincere.
But in the classroom, it was still quiet.
From time to time, there would be a few sniffling sounds. The few little fatty students were crying too much.
The thirty-five primary school students were filled with regret. They missed the old exam questions and the exercise manual that was at least simple.
However, ever since they met Zhang Han, they realized that they were wrong. A primary school student not only had to read classical Chinese but also had to do all kinds of strange questions!
Listen, is this even human!
Under the teacher's tyrannical power, the group of primary school students nodded with drooping faces.
If they admitted it, wouldn't it just be a flashback of Journey to the West? They admitted it.
After arranging the questions, Zhang Han walked out of the classroom. As he walked towards the music room, he thought about what kind of perverted music theory questions he should prepare for the music examinees to make them cry…
Under the sunlight, in the eyes of the students from Class 3 of the sixth grade, Zhang Han's back, which was like a big bad wolf, walked further and further away. Then, he walked into the music classroom…
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