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35 Are you the devil or Xiu-Er?

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Sixth Grade (Class 3).

In the classroom, thirty-five primary school students looked at their language teacher in fear!

The devil of the northern exam questions--Zhang Han!

In the northern education world, Zhang Han kicked elementary school students and punched middle school students. He became the nightmare of countless elementary school students.

The primary school students under the age of 13 could only cry when they heard Zhang Han's name.

In the education world, he was a genius at testing questions. Although many people on the Internet criticized him for being perverted and casual, and even said that he did it on his own accord, the average IQ test of the sunset primary school students slapped everyone in the face.

The perverted exam questions could strengthen the independent thinking of primary school students and cultivate their ability to withstand pressure. In short, it would be fine as long as they got used to crying.

Zhang Han smiled. He was embarrassed when he saw the fear in the eyes of the primary school students, but now he was used to it because he fought with great faith and educated the flowers of the motherland.

This was a huge responsibility…

Thinking of this, Zhang Han walked into the classroom. At the same time, the bell rang.

"Stand up." The chubby class monitor took the lead and shouted.

"Hello, teacher." A sparse voice sounded, and every primary school student was unwilling.

God knows how unwilling they were to say this.

"Students, it looks like you're not in the mood. Do you want to continue with the questions? Since it's the holidays, why don't you give us a question?”Zhang Han said sincerely.

"Hello, teacher!"

This time, the students from Class 3 of the sixth grade were all terrified. They let out a roar of their own accord, and even the other classes could hear their voices.

"Yes, that's a good child. With such a loud voice, everyone must be filled with fighting spirit.”Zhang Han spoke again.

The primary school student: "?????"

Or Xiu-Er?

Examination questions! Examination questions! He knew the exam questions all day long!

The group of happy primary school students now had drooping faces, their eyes filled with fear and grief.

They missed it!

They missed the old-fashioned Chinese teacher of the past. Although he was strict and gave them a lot of homework, he would not have given them such perverted questions!

At the thought of this, the little fatty class monitor of Class (3) took the lead and wailed,"Teacher, we don't want to do the questions anymore. The previous questions have not been solved yet!”

"Yes, Teacher."

More than thirty primary school students obediently sat down and nodded their heads.

This scene was very heartwarming!

Zhang Han was not an unreasonable person. He waved his hand and said heroically,"Alright, let's check the homework."

The primary school student was speechless.

The primary school students hated him. I hated him. I hated him to death!

"The last assignment was to deduce where Cao Cao's tomb was buried by reading historical records and Cao Cao's heroic biography. Let's start with the class monitor. Isn't the class monitor's grandfather an archaeologist?”

Zhang Han said with a smile as he held the chalk.

(3) The class monitor was a little fatty. He stood up shakily. Indeed, his grandfather was an archaeologist in South China. A few days ago, after Zhang Han finished assigning homework, the little fatty even asked his grandfather for advice.

Who knew that his grandfather would be filled with indignation and say that their language teacher had misled the students!

"Teacher, my grandfather said that Cao Cao's tomb has been found long ago. He said that the news has already been released.”The little fatty lowered his head and did not dare to speak loudly.

"Is that so? The Secret History of Cao Cao records that before Cao Cao became rich, he was once a gold-looting officer. He formed the gold-looting army and mainly excavated ancient noble tombs. Therefore, after Cao Cao died, he made many fake tombs to prevent future generations from excavating them.”

Zhang Han's words caused the class to cry out in surprise again.

Because Zhang Han actually dared to question the archaeologist's words!

It was unbearable, and he could not tolerate questioning his grandfather. The class monitor, the little fatty, decided to be brave for once, so for the first time, he said in a loud voice, Teacher, my grandfather is responsible for the excavation of Cao Cao's tomb, so…"

"Alright, you guys are going to have a holiday soon. Teacher will give you a simple assignment, which is to flip through the Secret History of Cao Cao, the Despicable Saint: Cao Cao,"" Records of the Three Kingdoms ", and other eight books on Cao Cao's evaluation of Cao Cao. Then, he would flip through the information on Cao Cao's burial and convert it according to the location at that time. Then, he would find the location of Cao Cao's burial!”

"Is there a problem?"

Zhang Han looked at the primary school student and said sincerely after assigning homework again.

The primary school student thought to himself, Is there a problem? I hate it. The problem is super big!'

The questions from the Assassins Organization made me despair and break my heart. It was one thing to read through the ancient imperial books, but they actually had to deduce the information of Cao Cao's burial and determine the current burial place!

Damn it, didn't the teacher know that ancient place names were different from modern place names?

Moreover, no matter how one deduced, they knew that Cao Cao started out as a tomb raider and was the ancestor of tomb raiding!

He was indeed a demon, a demon!

In the classroom, Zhang Han was exuding the brilliance of education. It was the brilliance of a teacher who stuck to his post and worked hard in silence. He was simple, sincere, and he "loved" his students!!

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