Under Teacher He's gaze, Aqiang struggled for a long time, but finally picked up the pen and tried to write the first number Zero.

He felt that the pen in his hand was like a wild horse running away, rushing around and completely out of control.

Teaching He stared at the ghost painting talisman on the paper and was speechless for a long time. After a while, she praised insincerely: "It's already good to write this for the first time. Keep working hard."

Teach He walked back to the podium and took two steps. She subconsciously killed a shot and saw that the pen in Aqiang's hand had already been put down.

Teach He strode to A Qiang again, but his voice was not loud, but every word was like a hammer, hammering A Qiang's heart: "You can speak Chinese and can't write, you are illiterate, so you are the same in English?"

Aqiang was shocked and slowly raised his head, his young face full of seriousness, "You are right, Teacher He, I will practice seriously!"

He Jiao was stunned for a moment. In the past, Aqiang had either looked honest or had a bright smile. This was the first time she saw him look so serious.

He Jiao suddenly realized that the young man in front of her was very handsome, just like a climaxed eyebrows and handsome eyes!

Her pretty face turned slightly red and she whispered: "It's nothing, just be willing to work hard."

After saying that, He Jiao turned around and walked towards the podium with great strides.

"Okay, everyone has learned it almost. Let's continue. Eleven is eleven, twelve is twelve, and thirteen is thirteen—"

She said and wrote, and the students in the audience were stunned, and some people called out: "Teacher He, this is too complicated!"

"That's it! Or is it simple and convenient for us to speak Chinese!"

He paused the chalk, turned halfway, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not difficult, you can see if it's just a basic number you just learned to transform and add a teen?"

She continued to write: "fourteen, fifteen, sixteen—"

I wrote the number 19 in one breath: "Ninineten... Look, is it much simpler afterward?"

Teaching He raised his head and looked at the students. Most of them looked confused. Only A Qiang nodded affirmatively when he intersected her eyes.

He Jiao sighed in her heart. She always knew that most of the students who came to study in the night school had a very poor foundation and didn't like to study very much.

When I taught it, I realized that it was worse than she expected.

When she met a good student, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her: she had to cooperate with the learning ability of most students, and excellent students would inevitably be delayed.

He Jiao was suddenly a little excited. She knew that it would be great for the students to learn 0 to 19 tonight.

He Jiao directly pointed the chalk at the chalk box and announced: "Let's learn these nineteen numbers today. Whoever can learn and write it dictatedly in front of me can get off school early."

The students were not at all happy and started practicing with a frown.

He Jiao's eyes fell on A Qiang, but the latter did not notice her at all. She only looked at the blackboard with concentration, took a look, and wrote on the paper.

Ajiao stared at him, her feet moved unknowingly, and then walked to Aqiang without realizing it.

He lowered his head and looked at the letters Aqiang copied on paper. From the beginning, he was drunk and lying across the street, to the time he was drunk, he walked around and around.

It's also a progress...

One of them focused on writing and the other read it carefully. Before they knew it, it was time for get out of class to end or other students called out, and He Jiao woke up as if she was dreaming.

Aqiang realized that He Jiao had been standing by his side for a long time.

He Jiao rubbed her neck, which was a little sore, "Okay, let's get off the get out of class."

After pausing, she made up for the thoughts of all the students who were homeless: "Everyone go back, practice these 19 numbers well, and check them before class tomorrow."

Wailing everywhere.

Song Huanxi paused and looked at the half chapter he had just finished with satisfaction: Using the second child as the prototype, he wrote a poor student, and he was indeed very successful.

She yawned, thought about it, and then spread it on the table without putting away the manuscript paper.

When my second child gets up early tomorrow, see her reaction.

Thinking of this, Song Huanxi's mood became happy instantly, and she hummed a song and went to bed.

...

I had a good sleep all night and woke up naturally when I fell asleep.

I slept well and was in good spirits. Song Huanxi arrived at the table with great enthusiasm and took a look at the manuscript paper on the table. Tsk, although the placement had not changed, it was obviously passive-

A piece of hair she put on the paper was gone.

Song Huanxi knew it and was not in a hurry to tease her dick. She washed slowly. After she finished washing, her dick had already prepared breakfast and placed it on the table.

The shrimp egg lean meat porridge, fried dough sticks and side dishes are now fully eaten at home.

Song Huanxi picked up the bowl, took a sip of porridge, and asked casually: "Ayun, have you seen the new chapter I wrote yesterday?"

Ayun's eyes dodged and said awkwardly: "No, I started cooking when I got up early in the morning and even went to buy fried dough sticks. How could I have time to read it!"

Song Huanxi smiled slightly: "I happened to write about the English numbers of Teacher He teaches students yesterday. You should have learned it long ago, right?"

"After the meal, read it to me. I see if your pronunciation is standard."

Song Huanyun: "?!"

Excuse me?

It's really 3q!

In the past, when three siblings had dinner, Ayun was the fastest and Wenzai was the slowest.

Ayun is quick because she is impatient.

Wen Zai is slow, so he wants to eat more. If he eats more, he will be praised by his sister.

Today, Ayun became the slowest one, delaying until school time.

Song Huanxi was both angry and funny. The second child’s attribute of learning will never disappoint her.

Song Huanxi relaxed directly: "Okay, hurry up and finish eating and going to school! I will clean the bowl when I come back from school!"

The second brother cheered, swept the bottom of the bowl twice, grabbed the schoolbag with one hand, grabbed the younger brother's wrist with the other, and ran out the door-

My sister who was afraid of being left behind by her heart in one second in the evening!

Song Huanxi watched his second son leave, and even forgot to say goodbye to his father, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

She slowly walked to her dad's tablet, picked up the incense, lit it, and bowed, muttering: "Dad, it's me! My second brother didn't burn incense for you today, don't blame her, I will give her one more pillar for her, you must bless her to pass the exam!"

Well, it doesn’t matter if you fail, just bless you with the exam.

"Wenzai was taken away by his second child. He is very well-behaved. Dad, you should bless him more. Just be healthy and be happy!"

Song Huanxi made a wish carefully and saw that the time was almost over, so he washed the bowl before going to work.

The driver of today's phone still gossiped, "Do you know that a female student was refrigerated?"

"I heard that she rejected Boss Six. Boss Six was so angry that she was angry. All the students in the training class had a show, but she had no show!"

Song Huanxi: “…”
Chapter completed!