Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 21 It’s nice to have a classmate

"Yang Yan is such a beast!"

Yang Yan is the head teacher of the second class of the second grade of high school. It is said that he is a returnee from studying in Germany, but his major is Chinese literature.

This is an old-fashioned and unsmiling middle-aged man who specializes in teaching the first and second grade students at Zhicheng Middle School. He was the one who taught Bao Guowei when he was just a sophomore in high school the year before last, and now he meets him again in a reincarnation.

Bao Guowei didn't feel it. He now had a clear understanding of his own knowledge level. Have you ever seen a top student who hated the teacher's harshness?

No, the top student will only want the teacher to be stricter, because no matter how harsh it is, it will never get to him.

But many of the boys in the back row were about to explode. They all muttered in a low voice, looking like they were about to eat Yang Yansheng up.

The status of teachers during the Republic of China was extended to ancient times. It was the so-called king of heaven and earth, and teacher.

From advocating science to overthrowing all classical feudalism, to even bringing down the emperor.

In this era, the only two people who respect people are their teachers, which shows the high status of teachers.

Moreover, teachers during this period were extremely scarce, and their social status was even much higher than that of lower-level officials.

If you fight with a classmate, the school may just mediate. If you beat the teacher, the police station, education bureau, and the national government may all have to investigate.

Therefore, even though they really wanted to, these thorny people in the back row didn't dare to touch Yang Yan's hair at all. They even had to curse in secret, trying not to let outsiders hear.

"You're going to give Yang Yan a blow as soon as school starts. This Yang Yan is really going to make people miserable!" Pang Xi'er opened his homework book and saw that it was blank, and he suddenly became worried.

Guo Chun next to him curled his lips, shook his legs and said, "What are you afraid of? Isn't it just to check the homework?"

"Hey, Mr. Guo did his homework this time?" Gong Deming turned around and smiled.

"Hey, write, write, write, write shit, just watch. I'm not the only one who didn't do my homework. It's okay."

"What if the teacher punishes me?"

Guo Chun twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Just punish me, and someone will copy it for me."

He pursed his lips, and several people around him looked forward, where Bao Guowei was sitting.

Smiles suddenly appeared on everyone's faces.

"That's how it used to be."

Guo Chun said matter-of-factly.

"Guo Chun, can you ask Bao Guowei to make a copy for me?" Pang Xi'er leaned his long head over and said expectantly.

"Go away, copy whatever you have." Guo Chun patted his head angrily.

After collecting the homework in the front row, An Shuzhen turned her attention to the students in the back row. At this time, she turned serious and said coldly.

"Just hand in your homework. If you don't hand it in, register it on the paper. Don't tell me your reasons. I won't listen."

For a while, some of the boys in the back row sighed, some held their heads in sorrow and regretted, and some were angry and broke.

But Wei Junming patted his chest and said: "Okay, okay, I stayed up late and wrote all night last night, and finally finished this homework. It is inhumane to have to write ten exercises for such a big book." What you did."

He took out his homework from his bag, placed it squarely on the table, and said proudly: "Bao Guowei, you didn't write it, did you? Schoolwork is the foundation of learning and a way to consolidate knowledge. You can't do this."

But before Wei Junming finished speaking, he saw Bao Guowei slowly take out a booklet and a stack of homework papers from his bag, and spread them out on the table.

"What the hell, did you write it?" Wei Junming almost cried out, covering his mouth and whispering. "Hey, Bao Guowei, you have changed into a different person, right? Are you Bao Guowei?"

"I had nothing to do at home, so I just wrote."

I was really bored at Gushan Club a few days ago. When I was helping Zhang Nianyue with her studies, I suddenly remembered that there was such a thing as winter vacation homework.

So Zhang Nianyue caught up on his homework while he was doing exercises. To be honest, those geometry and arithmetic problems were a bit easy for him.

Even though the exercises were a bit troublesome, he pulled out a few excellent essays that he had memorized from his memory and tried to fool around with them.

"Bao Guowei, Wei Junming, right? Write your own name." An Shuzhen's cold voice came, and then she said in surprise. "Eh? You two did it."

"Hey, don't look down on me. I didn't turn in my homework."

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about" An Shuzhen paused and glanced at Bao Guowei. His suit also surprised her.

An Shuzhen was still annoyed at first. It turned out that Bao Guowei, who was a freshman in high school, was haunted all the time. Now that she was in the same class in the second year of high school, she was extremely unlucky.    But why is Bao Guowei so different now? Not only did he change his clothes, his eyes seemed to be much clearer, and he looked more pleasing to the eye.

And last time I was in the library

Thinking of this, An Shuzhen curled her lips and thought to herself.

What do I want to do? None of my business! I don't care.

Not long after, An Shuzhen collected all her schoolwork. When she met Guo Chun and others, she naturally registered her name. Because there were too many, she found a boy to help carry them.

"Read me the list of unfinished homework." Yang Yan sat on the chair and pushed up his glasses.

"Guo Chun, Pang Xier, Jiang Pu."

After An Shuzhen finished reading, Yang Yan raised his eyes, glanced at the audience suspiciously, flipped through the class list, and then said.

"Pull out the homework of Bao Guowei, Wei Junming, and Li Zhuling and let me take a look."

At this time, there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

"I wonder why Bao Guowei handed in his homework for nothing. I'm afraid he just messed up." Pang Xier gloated.

"Hey, I know Bao Guowei's temper best. He's still with Wei Junming, and he has no future." Guo Chun leaned on the back of the chair and raised his feet high.

Gong Deming didn't say anything. He had always been good at studying and was considered an outlier in this small group. He yawned and said, "It's really boring."

Yang Yan sat on the podium and rustled through the three assignments.

Wei Junming, on the other hand, stared nervously upward as if he were on the execution ground. The changes in Yang Yan's expression could affect his mood at all times.

Not long after, there was a loud bang, and Yang Yan dropped an exercise book on the table.

"Li Zhuling, get up!"

"And Guo Chun, Jiang Pu, and Pang Xi'er, please stop laughing and get up."

Seven or eight people in the class stood up and lowered their heads.

"Huh, okay, okay!" Wei Junming patted his chest and exhaled a long breath, but when he turned around, he found that Bao Guowei was still sitting.

"Have you really changed, kid?"

Bao Guowei turned his head and gave him a harmless smile, but said nothing.

"For you people, six out of eight have repeated a grade, and one has even repeated a grade for two years. The country is in crisis, and your parents have spent a lot of money to send you to school, so that you can get ahead and be a good person." serve the country,

And you all day long think about cheating, food and clothing, and the love of your children, but now you are even neglecting your studies. It is simply shameless! "

"And you, Li Zhuling, what's wrong with all the big characters in your homework book? You are a three-year-old child."

There was another burst of laughter in the class.

Yang Yan cursed non-stop for more than ten minutes, scolding the few people who stood up bloody.

But Guo Chun and others had different ideas.

"Why didn't you call me Sir Bao Guowei?" Guo Chun was the first to speak.

"I don't know, this guy used money?" Then came Pang Xier. "Damn it, everyone was punished together in the past, why should we be the only ones punished!"

"That kid is still laughing!" Guo Chun gritted his teeth.

Yang Yan paused and took a sip of water on the table.

"Each of you will complete all assignments tomorrow and write a letter of apology within three days."

"Ah~" Several people cried and howled again.

Sitting there, Bao Guowei was calm and even felt a little comfortable, as if he had found the feeling of attending class in his previous life.

Who knew that I would hear his name at this time.

"Speaking of repeating a grade, there is another classmate who I have to mention."

"Bao Guowei!"

(End of this chapter)