Cultivation Shura Field

Xu Zhe thought for a moment and asked, "All the homework?"

Teacher Sun nodded: "Almost all, except for some particularly important assignments."

Xu Zhe: "Will being a squad leader be a lot of work?"

Teacher Sun: "Didn't you talk to the two monitors last semester and the semester before that? How busy can a junior high school class leader be?"

Xu Zhe hesitated for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll be the boss then."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Teacher Zhao raised an objection: "It doesn't work in my class. When you become the class monitor, you don't have to do other homework, but math is different."

Teacher Sun: "How is it different? Xu Zhe is the only one in our grade who won the provincial mathematics award."

Teacher Zhao: "Well, if he can be my math class representative, I will allow him not to do his math homework."

Teacher Sun: "So that's how it is...Xu Zhe, what do you think?"

Looking at the two teachers' matching expressions, Xu Zhe suddenly realized something.

"You guys must have colluded in advance!"

"Pfft..." Not far away, the English teacher who was sitting and drinking water suddenly laughed out loud and almost sprayed out the water.

Teacher Zhao raised his eyebrows: "You also want him to be the English class representative?"

The English teacher shook her head and said, "No, I like Song Xingye more. Xu Zhe is too naughty and disobedient."

Song Xingye, who was standing aside and watching the show silently, said: "......?"

The English teacher looked at the girl and put on a gentle and amiable smile: "Student Song Xingye, your English scores in the last few exams are almost perfect. If you come to be my class representative, I can also allow you to write less homework."

Song Xingye waved her hands quickly: "I am willing to do my homework. I am different from Xu Zhe."

The three teachers laughed together.

After laughing, Math teacher Zhao said, "So, if you become a class representative for me, you don't have to do homework. What do you think?"

Xu Zhe shrugged: "Just don't add any more positions."

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By the next math class, Xu Zhe finally realized the teacher's sinister intentions.

After Mr. Zhao finished explaining the knowledge points in the lesson plan, he suddenly said, "I have something to announce to everyone. Xu Zhe will be the math representative for our second year of junior high school. From now on, if you have any questions that you don't understand and I'm not here, you can ask him. Any questions are fine. There is no junior high school math problem that he can't solve. With him here, the effect is the same as if I were here."

Accept consultation from all classmates in the class?

Isn't this just covering for the math teacher?

Xu Zhe was stunned: "Isn't the class representative only responsible for collecting homework?!"

Teacher Zhao was amused: "If you are only responsible for collecting homework, why should I let you do that? Come on, the qualification of not doing homework is also earned through hard work."

Hearing this, Xu Zhe couldn't help but sigh at his own naivety. These teachers were older than his two lives combined. When it came to playing dirty tricks, he still had to call them teachers.

The class monitor that the head teacher asked me to be would also have similar responsibilities, right? Answering difficult questions for the whole class?

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Teacher Zhao left the classroom with a smug smile on his face, humming the Peking Opera tune of Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy.

Immediately afterwards, two girls holding math workbooks surrounded Xu Zhe's seat.

However, someone was quicker than them.

Song Xingye had already taken out his third-year math book, spread it out in front of his popular deskmate, and said, "Please, can you help me explain this knowledge point?"

Xu Zhe took a look at this knowledge point... Although it seems that it will not be learned until next year, it should not be difficult, especially for a good student like Song Xingye who is willing to preview.

But the next second, the girl whispered in his ear: "I can ask you more questions in the future. You can pretend to explain the questions to me, and then you can do whatever you want."

Pretending to explain the problem to Song Xingye, but actually reading an algorithm book yourself?

Xu Zhe immediately expressed his gratitude: "You are awesome, Xiao Ye!"

Song Xingye blinked. Those cute almond eyes seemed to be emitting electricity.

Xu Zhe turned to the two female classmates and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, Song Xingye already had a question and asked me during the last break. How about you come back during the next break?"

A female classmate pouted and said, "But the next class is physical education!"

Xu Zhe: "If it really doesn't work, in the afternoon?"

Another female classmate sighed and tugged at her companion's arm: "Forget it, we'll come over when you're free."

They said 'when you are free', but based on Xu Zhe's understanding of these junior high school students, if some time really passes, they should have forgotten the questions they wanted to ask.

Just like that, the two female students could only turn around and walk away.

Xu Zhe withdrew his gaze and glanced at the girl beside him.

Song Xingye smiled playfully: "How is it?"

Xu Zhe also smiled: "Thank you for your kindness."

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Chapter 112: Lost

2023-09-06

"Old Song, I told you to get the latest HP computer, why did you bring this old model? I'm not saying anything bad about you, but could you please be more careful?!"

In a store in the computer city, Song Huaifeng was enduring criticism from the store manager.

Just now, after a lot of verbal salesmanship, the store manager finally convinced a customer to sell a computer. Then the store manager asked Song Huaifeng to go to the warehouse to get the goods, while he continued to chat happily with the customer...

Song Huaifeng remembered clearly that what the store manager just said was clearly "bring us the latest and best model", so he did so.

But now it seems that he did not understand the manager's deeper meaning.

Although Song Huaifeng is already 40 years old and the store manager is less than 30 years old, in terms of sales experience, Old Song is far behind.

The store manager took him to the warehouse and asked in a low voice: "How did you get this machine out? What price did that person offer? What is the price of this machine?"

Song Huaifeng was at a loss and said, "The price he offered is already much higher than the cost price, and you said you wanted the latest and best..."

The store manager sneered, "Nonsense, I say this to everyone, otherwise how can we sell it! Let's get it clear, we are doing business, not making friends."

Song Huaifeng pointed to a computer of the same brand next to him with a much lower configuration and asked: "Should we sell him this?"

The store manager nodded: "Yes, what else?"

Song Huaifeng sighed silently and picked up the low-profile computer.

The store manager patted him on the shoulder and softened his tone: "Old Song, I am not talking about the person, but the matter. Salespeople are bound to be impatient. When I get impatient, I don't care about many things. Are you okay?"

Song Huaifeng shook his head: "No problem, no problem."

The store manager pressed his shoulder again, turned around and walked out, a smile on his face, chatting and laughing with the customers.

Song Huaifeng went over with his computer and helped the store manager complete the procedures of signing the order and collecting the payment. But at this moment, he heard two younger employees talking about him in the distance.

He remained calm and did not stop the work in his hands, but he pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

"He and Mr. Li are from the same class, why is there such a big gap?"

"People in their forties are not as smooth as me, haha..."

Song Huaifeng could only barely hear a small part of the whispered discussion. He still remembered that when he first arrived at this store a few days ago, both the store manager and the two employees called him "Song Brother" because he was personally brought here by his classmate who became the boss.

But after just a few short days, they seemed to have figured out, through some personal connections, how their old classmates positioned themselves, as well as their own experience and abilities in sales.

So Brother Song became Old Song.

Song Huaifeng did not try to hear what others were saying about him. It was meaningless anyway. He just completed the entire transaction procedure seriously, returned the bank card to the customer after swiping the card, and watched him leave.

However, as he stared at the newly bought computer in the other person's hand, Song Huaifeng's eyes were a little dim.

Am I not tactful enough or do I lack sales experience?

Or is this just not the way business should be done?

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"Attend class!"

Teacher Sun said this while standing at the podium, and then the whole classroom was silent for a few seconds.

its not right……

The students looked at someone in the front row.

Xu Zhe suddenly reacted at this moment and quickly said, "Stand up!"

Then the students stood up and said in unison: "Hello, teacher..."

After they sat down and calmed down again, Teacher Sun looked at the new monitor who seemed a little uncomfortable and asked, "What are you daydreaming about?"

Of course Xu Zhe couldn't say that he was thinking about the sales strategy of the game, so he made up an excuse: "Sorry, I was just thinking about a question."

The duties of a junior high school monitor are indeed not many, but one of them is to shout "Stand Up" at the beginning of each class. He has never experienced this, whether in his previous life or in the year after his rebirth, so he still feels a little uncomfortable from time to time during the first few days of school.

Although it was a casual excuse, Teacher Sun did not continue to ask questions, but started talking about the class content.

The teacher on the stage was giving a lecture, but Song Xingye in the audience suddenly touched his deskmate's elbow.

Xu Zhe looked down and found a small note being passed to him from under the table. He was immediately surprised - this girl has always been cautious and there is no better disciplined student than her, but why is she secretly passing a note during class?

I took it and read the note: [You don't need to attend the class anyway, why don't you read a novel. I just read a very good one and would like to recommend it to you.]

Xu Zhe's look became even more horrified.

He actually persuaded his classmates to violate discipline and read novels in class. Is this still Song Xingye?

The girl then took out a magazine from the drawer, turned to a specific page, and placed it on his lap.

Xu Zhe lowered his head and looked up.

She recommended a short story published in a magazine. Since the length was only about 10,000 to 20,000 words, Xu Zhe finished it quickly with his well-trained reading speed.

This story tells about a strange fate of sharing a house. The hero and the heroine happened to rent the same house and share a kitchen, but the heroine can't cook and can't afford to eat out. After she vomited after eating the food she cooked, the hero couldn't bear her pitiful appearance, so he ate his cooking...

The plot of this novel is not very complicated, but it wins in terms of beautiful writing and rich details of life. Especially the specific steps of cooking, which are almost the same as the real thing. The relationship between the male and female protagonists is full of warmth.

After reading it, Xu Zhe returned the magazine and gave a two-word evaluation: "Not bad."

Song Xingye asked quietly: "Don't you think it looks good?"

Xu Zhe shook his head: "It's not to my liking. If I were to write it, the heroine's friend should be a guest, and the hero would cook and entertain. But while he was busy in the kitchen, that friend became very Nervous, she told her that she smelled blood and corpses. At this time, the heroine also noticed that something was wrong, such as the lights flashing, and the smell coming from the kitchen was indeed strange. The friend wanted to pull the heroine and run away, but the man The protagonist came out with the food. As soon as he left the kitchen, the food became full of color, aroma and flavor, and was very tempting. My friend suddenly stopped running and sat down to eat hard, his expression became very enthusiastic..."

Xu Zhe was about to continue his verbal improvisation when he suddenly felt a small hand grabbing the corner of his clothes. He looked again and saw the girl biting her lower lip, her face pale.

Song Xingye: "Don't say anything..."

Xu Zhe realized that there seemed to be a big difference between his and the girl's fear threshold.

So he said, "Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore. Just listen to the class carefully."

Song Xingye turned her head and stared at the teacher, her tearful almond eyes full of grievance - she originally wanted to use the romance novel to liven up the atmosphere between the two of them, but who knew that Xu Zhe would twist the atmosphere in a strange direction?

Who can understand this feeling?

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Chapter 113 Rice Fragrance

2023-09-06

Song Xingye originally thought that today's school trip would be a three-way trip. She would walk with Xu Zhe and Tang Lingfei to the neighborhood where they lived, and then ride her bike home alone.

But when she pushed her bicycle to the school gate, she realized that the next section of the journey would be for not three people, but four people.