My gentle girlfriend loves me too much

Chapter 162 Why Did You Get Beaten By A Student Again?
Ding Yebai finished his draft on Friday, and this is already his 18 sketches of the little mummy.

After finishing the painting, he will prepare the sixth illustration for the fairy tale book.

The sixth illustration is already autumn.

It is a scene of three dogs crossing a wheat field.

This picture is quite simple, so Ding Yebai didn't communicate with Yang Zhi, and spent the afternoon drawing alone.

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at the same time
Yang Zhi was grading homework after class, and called some classmates to go up and explain.

The first child she called up was Liu Dehua, a chubby little boy.

"Student Liu Dehua, look, what I left yesterday was the homework of writing flowers, and it was written after the text, right?"

Liu Dehua nodded.

When he nodded, the flesh on that face trembled.

Yang Zhi thought it was fun to look at it, and her eyes were several times softer.

"Then since you know..." She opened Liu Dehua's homework book to him: "Why did you write an article on insects????"

Liu Dehua: "Because I don't like flowers, I like insects."

Yang Zhi was dumbfounded.

Such a simple reason.Simple but straightforward.

Children are indeed children.

Yang Zhi smiled: "Student Liu Dehua, we have to follow the homework. Isn't it? The homework left by the teacher is about flowers, so you have to write about flowers. Your writing about insects does not meet the homework requirements."

Liu Dehua frowned, and said persistently, "But I just like insects."

"Teacher! Leave him alone. He writes about insects in almost every homework. He writes about all kinds of insects. He just doesn't do his homework." Fang Xiaoliang, who was standing behind him, pointed at him.

Yang Zhi asked Liu Dehua patiently: "Is that so?"

Liu Dehua: "I just like insects, I like insects very much..." When he finally said it, his voice disappeared, and he was extremely scared.

Yang Zhi heard his timidity, immediately patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "The teacher understands. Is this good? If you like insects and want to share them, you can take another notebook and write them to Look, teacher. Just like the one you wrote in your homework, okay?"

"Really?" Liu Dehua was so happy that he showed his small white teeth in a smile.

Yang Zhi nodded, and returned the homework to him: "Well, as long as you want to share, the teacher will read it. But, the homework must be completed according to the requirements, okay?"

"Well."

Liu Dehua took the notebook and left happily.

Next, student Fang Xiaoliang.

Yang Zhi saw that Fang Xiaoliang's homework was actually not a big problem.

Don't look at this girl who doesn't seem to care about anything, she is careless and informal, but she studies very well. I heard from Teacher Zhang that she has a nickname called Wannian Lao Er.

"There is nothing wrong with your homework, and the handwriting is beautiful. Keep working hard."

Yang Zhi praised her.

Fang Xiaoliang was so happy in her heart, she took her notebook and got off the podium, bouncing around, no doubt not showing her happiness and pride.

In this age group.As long as you are praised by the teacher in public, you can definitely show it to the point where you can be proud for a lifetime.

Super happy, happy to explode.

The next classmate is Li Ziyan.

Yang Zhi glanced at him, showed a subtle smile, and then opened the homework book: "Ziyan classmate, you need to practice this word well."

Li Ziyan didn't speak.

Yang Zhi said again: "Also, look at the matching of words. What is (hate) spring. You...why?"

Li Ziyan: "I just hate spring."

Yang Zhi: "Why?"

Li Ziyan: "Because when spring comes, school will start. I don't want to go to school."

"Haha..." Yang Zhi just laughed.Do you think that today's elementary school students are so cute?
"That's not how we fill it. (Beautiful) spring, isn't it?"

"Okay, but I just like (hate) spring."

"Go change it."

Yang Zhi answered his words very simply, and then showed a gentle smile.

She is the type that overcomes rigidity with softness.

All things are based on influence.

So she can always show her smile like a spring breeze.

Li Ziyan stopped talking after reading it, took his notebook and ran down.

Sitting in the seat, he glanced at Yang Zhi, sneaked a glance, then lowered his head silently.

Why are all the female teachers in my class beautiful?

Pretty women are fierce, absolutely right.

She is still pretending now, it must be like this, yes! !

Li Ziyan was thinking about it alone.

Children are always imaginative.

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After school

After a hard day, Yang Zhi stretched her waist, put on her bag and went home.

Every step she takes, her mood is twice as good as the previous second. She really likes teaching in school.

Walking out of the school gate and turning into an alley, I happened to hear the noise in front of me, so I poked my head over to take a look out of curiosity.

"The ball is ours."

"Why? We picked it up!"

"Shame on you! Give it to me!"

"Are you still robbing? None of us want that line! I'll kick it!"

Then Yang Zhi's forehead was hit by the ball, the skin was scratched, and blood came out.

At this time, Li Ziyan looked back and saw that it was Yang Zhi whose legs were weak, and the class teacher saw him having a conflict with someone outside the school, hey! ! !
He subconsciously stretched out his hand, thinking to ask, "How are you, Teacher Yang?"

However, I was still timid to be scolded by the class teacher, plus a series of scary problems such as being called the parents.

In the end, I chose to run away without the ball.

As soon as he ran away, the other children realized that this is the new Chinese teacher?

It's over, she found out that she didn't go home after school and fought outside!
Never mind, run.

So, within a few minutes, Yang Zhi was left alone in the alley.

This is also outrageous.

Yang Zhi touched his forehead with his hand, and said "tsk" with a painful mouth.

These brats...

She picked up the ball helplessly, her mood turned from sunny to cloudy, and she went home slowly.

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夜晚
"It hurts~"

After returning home, Yang Zhi sat on a chair, and Ding Yebai treated her wound briefly.

Yang Zhi: "Fortunately, you were alone when you came back. If grandma saw it, she would be so worried that she wouldn't be able to sleep all night. I feel that I was wronged at school."

"Aren't you just being wronged?" Ding Yebai said distressedly.

Yang Zhi: "No. I was outside the school, and I heard someone quarreling in the alley. I wanted to take a look, but I was kicked by the ball. Then those kids recognized me and ran away. I'm not a devil , run so fast..."

Speaking of this, he looked at the ball lying beside the chair depressedly, and said, "I don't want the ball anymore, I picked it up."

"Our Teacher Yang. On the first day of class, he was hit by a student with a rubber head, and on the second day, he was kicked on the head by a student with a ball. He was bleeding. You are not going to teach, you are going to cross the catastrophe." Ding Yebai put away the medical supplies and said helplessly.

"Don't you tell me that it was a student both times?"

"It wasn't that kid who kicked it. I think he still wanted to come and ask me how I was hurt, but he didn't come here... Yebai, am I really a terrible teacher?"

Yang Zhi asked softly, with tears in her eyes, and she didn't know whether she was wronged or hurt.

(End of this chapter)