Almighty teacher

Chapter 167 Plagiarism
"Let me help you!" Donkey said to Chu Han, "I have a buddy who is in business. I'm going to pick up the walkie-talkie. How many do I need? Remember to return it to me."

Chu Han smiled and said: "Brother Donkey, you are so handsome, you can just borrow fifty, remember to make it smaller, the things you made are as big as old-fashioned big brothers, and students can't bring them in, so you can have wireless earphones Yes, when invigilating the exam, I don’t know who the teacher is.”

"Fuck! The requirements are really high!" Donkey turned and left Xingchen KTV.Chu Han leaned on the sofa, humming a little song, maybe the donkey can really get so many walkie-talkies for him, and he can also get his salary without spending a penny.

It's really fun to think about it.After a while, the donkey came in with a foam box in his arms. Inside were walkie-talkies, large and small. "These are 53 in total. You can try it when you go back and make sure it works. Don't blame me for delaying things."

Chu Han unceremoniously carried the suitcase back home. Ye Qiuling was in the bathroom. When she heard Chu Han come in, she hurriedly locked the door of the bathroom. Chu Han hummed a ditty, put the intercom in the living room, and went back to her room to change a Shorts and a black tank top appeared in the living room.Ye Qiuling came out of the bathroom in her pajamas, and she knew she had just returned home. Every time after flying, the first thing Ye Qiuling did when she came home was to take a shower.Therefore, Chu Han can often see hibiscus coming out of the water.

"What did you take?" Ye Qiuling saw the box on the ground and opened it curiously. "You can't afford a phone? Do you want to send each of your friends a walkie-talkie?"

"It's not for my friends! It's for my students!" Chu Han said helplessly, "Those little bastards can't even pass the exam. I don't want to think of a way, and my salary will be deducted!"

Ye Qiuling's eyes widened, "Are you going to help the students cheat?"

Chu Han: "Xu! Keep your voice down, I'm not helping them cheat, I'm helping myself keep my salary? Understand? You don't know how poor I am now. I have to think about it for three days if I want to eat pork ribs. Can I buy it in the end?" Don't know yet."

Ye Qiuling walked across to Chu Han, "Wait a minute, I'll go in and change, I'll take you to eat ribs tonight, but you have to go shopping with me in the afternoon, I want to buy."

"I feel nauseated from eating pork ribs." Chu Han returned to the room, and refused to open the door without saying anything. If Chu Han was made to go shopping at the cost, he would not even agree to die.

Standing in front of the window, he saw a woman in pajamas cleaning the glass at the opposite gate. Chu Han looked very interested.Floor-to-ceiling glass looks beautiful.Women are also very nice.

Chu Han turned on the computer, and there was a new email in the mailbox. Chu Han opened it, and it was from Zhao Hu: Brother Han, I’m really sorry for the composition class that day. I didn’t finish my stomachache. Don’t be angry. This essay is about youth, and when I mention youth, I feel infinite emotion, so I made this poem, I hope you can give me a pass.In the distant time, engraved in the years full of growth rings, one day suddenly, when all illusions are shattered.The sky is so gray.Those youthful impulses seemed so pale and helpless in the face of the dark reality.Goodbye, the person I love the most, the person I hate the most, the person I cherish the most, and the person I hate the most. You are the gorgeous scenery in my life.With broken memories remaining, I am walking alone to the next starting point of my life.When I was alone, lying on the beach in the afternoon, looking up at the blue sky covered with clouds at a 45° angle.Only then did I realize that those pure and beautiful lives are about to leave me.A touch of sadness pervades every lonely night.Quietly miss, accompany me through the lonely late night.Looking back suddenly, I found that those memories that have gone away belong to the so-called youth.The past years, sealed in a dark corner, appear faintly, but cannot be touched.In my memory, there will still be the girl in white with long hair flying in the wind.so vague...

The days that belong to us have gone with the wind.Walking through the jungle full of cherry blossoms, the sun casts mottled shadows and prints on the green grassy ground.Looking at the road I have traveled, there are deep and shallow footprints.It's you, it's me.We walked through that period of ignorance and blankness hand in hand.I just want to use the keyboard in my hand to type out one character after another to record the stories that belong to us. Year after year, after many years, those stories are still clear.What are we left with?What did you miss?What did you get?What is lost?
Is everything so important?

Remember someone once said that we should live the life we ​​want to live, not the life we ​​should live.What kind of freedom is that?
Once upon a time, so many pasts happened in our passing years, like a dream, grand and luxuriant.The footprints we have walked are finally printed on that sad summer, that hot summer, that summer that is worth looking back on again.Once upon a time, those warm pasts in memory will not come back in the end as people leave.Our time is finally hidden under the shade of the tree, and it is not seen all day long, only in the dense sunlight, which occasionally brings us a hint of information.Remember the past, but you can't come back from the beginning.But we can't forget it, because it is alive, that is the youthful years we walked through with the initial beauty, and later, whether we can still go to the future with that kind of innocence.Those days of being overwhelmed by beauty will eventually be gone forever with the sunshine of that summer.But our touching youth has become the most beautiful legend in each other's hearts.In the summer when the years faded away, is it enough to just remember?
The time gone, engraved in the years full of growth rings!

After reading the entire poem, Chu Han was completely speechless. This Zhao Hu is too capable. This poem was published by Chu Han on the Tianya Forum a few years ago. This Zhao Hu is too good at choosing!I've run all over the playground, so why do I still do this?Could it be that these boys have some new tricks?

Chu Han wrote in his reply: Zhao Hu, Brother Han, I admire your ingenuity very much. Please remember to delete the original author next time you plagiarize someone else. When writing, do not bring the original author's name and the recipient's name, otherwise you will be embarrassing.

Leaning on the chair, Wang Han's avatar on QQ flashed non-stop. Chu Han clicked on it, and a clear italic script appeared on the screen, "What have you been up to recently? I haven't seen you for a long time."

Chu Han: It's not those bad things, it's annoying to think about it, how about you?Have you designed any new styles of clothing?
Rainbow of Six Colors: I'm in France now. After Xuanxuan left, I stopped working with Ruoxi and went back to France for further study.

Chu Han: Xuanxuan's death has nothing to do with Ruoxi. We have misunderstood her all the time. Yunting gave me Xuanxuan's diary, which made me feel a lot. Killed.

Six-Colored Rainbow: You men like this kind of fighting, but I support you.Do you think this kind of life is exciting enough?
Chu Han: It's not exciting, but more helpless. I can't get rid of this fate. I also want to have a job and a home in peace, but this has become a luxury.You won't understand the feeling.

Six-color rainbow: The road is chosen by oneself, and you can't blame others for it.

Chu Han: No one would choose such a path, there is too much helplessness.

Six-Colored Rainbow: Believe me when I say, if you don't want to go this way, no one can force you.I'm not used to the food here in France.

Chu Han: Then come back, I'll treat you to pork ribs.

The two chatted a lot. What Wang Han said left a deep impression in Chu Han's heart. The road is chosen by oneself, and it is up to oneself to decide which way to go.

Tomorrow will be Friday, and Chu Han secretly swore that this is the last time he will help a student cheat, no matter what, he will not do this again in the future.A real teacher shouldn't be like this.Now that the school is stable, my life should also move towards the next starting point.On Friday morning, Chu Han arrived at the school early, holding more than 50 walkie-talkies, and threw them on the table, "I will give you the crime tools later, use them carefully, I borrowed them, and I have to change them back!" said Then, Chu Han opened the lid.

"What kind of crime tool?" Huang Xiaoli twisted into the classroom, and Chu Han closed the lid with a "whoosh", "What are you doing?"

"let me see!"

"No!"

"Don't rob me again!"

"Take it and don't give it"

(End of this chapter)