If the air is pumped away, the first-grade classroom has since fallen into a vacuum environment.

From the landing of those three words.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage became lively.

【The children are scared to cry hahaha】

[Teacher Rong, don’t punish the children [poor] If you want to punish, punish me [poor]]

【The previous one, something is wrong with you???】

【…】

Children cannot resist being scared, and they can easily force out the truth when they are scared. When they react, more than a dozen pairs of eyes turn in a direction without realizing it, looking at one person at the same time—

He is a black and thin little bean dunk, the one who threw the revised version and asked to copy it.

This Xiaodouding's real name is Li Jun. He is an outstanding representative in the first-grade "Taertou" mentioned by Principal Zhang and Yu Yu.

Li Jun: “…”

Betrayed by so many eyes at the same time, Li Jun had to stand up even if he couldn't stand up. He then stood up, and at first he was still leisurely in his movements. However, when he looked up, he looked at the man on the podium through the gap. Li Jun: "..."

The look was sparse, but it was like a needle piercing into the balloon, which immediately made people feel depressed.

Li Jun stumbled when he spoke, "Yes, I lost it."

"Yes," Rong Chuo didn't look at him, and his voice was as light as a gust of wind: "Take it back."

He didn't say he wanted to punish him.

He was very calm inside and outside, but the calmness was like a storm coming. When he met him, he was under pressure.

Being born to be superior, being casual is just a fake.

As soon as he looked at each other, Li Jun became timid. He loosened his legs and walked towards the podium. He lowered his head throughout the process. Even though he didn't raise his eyes, he always felt a straight line of gaze hanging above his head like a sharp sword.

Li Jun: “…”

He is only seven years old and he is so tired.

After going back and forth a mere ten steps, Li Jun walked for half a minute. After returning to his seat and sitting down again, his sense of security finally came back halfway.

Li Jun: “…”

Principal Zhang told them yesterday that a new teacher would come today. Principal Zhang also reminded them to perform well.

When Li Jun heard Principal Zhang say this, he didn't feel anything.

In the first grade, Li Jun is the king of children. Except for Principal Zhang, no teacher can control him. The first grade children lack basic judgment. When one person goes crazy, the other class goes crazy. This also leads to the fact that although in the first to sixth grades, the first grade primary school students are the youngest, the degree of noisy is also the highest.

But even such a child king is aware of the threat and danger at this moment.

Li Jun sneaked into the podium.

Intuition tells this child king of Renchen Village Central Primary School—

This man is very strong!

...

Yan Ge was assigned to the fourth grade.

Unlike the first grade, the children in the fourth grade are a little older, and of course they are more mature than the first grade. Moreover, the class is not as thorny as Li Jun, so it is not that noisy. Although the children are a little timid, they are very friendly to Yan Ge.

The fourth grade class schedules are Chinese, physical education, and English.

Because it is summer teaching, the content of the teaching is different from usual. Chinese classes do not follow the contents of the people's teaching materials, but rather the collection of poems by the Polish poet Simposka, "All Things Are Silent Like Mysteries".

On that day, the sky was not clear, and the sky was gloomy, as if it was about to rain. It was inevitable that it would be suffocating under low air pressure, but the sound of children's books was like a thread of breeze, passing through the room and flying out of the window, dispelling the unbearable low pressure a little.

“…”

"Yet, we have Wednesdays here,"

“ABC, bread,”

“There are two times two equals four,”

"And Xue Rong."

“The rose is red, the violet is blue,”

"Sugar is sweet, so do you."

Harmony, harmony, harmony.

This scene is in sharp contrast to the tense atmosphere in the first grade classroom.

In the first grade classroom, the game of passing flowers is being played.

Of course, drums are not real drums, and flowers are not real flowers. The man on the podium led the primary school students under the podium to do Olympiad problems, from the first group to the last group, from the first row to the last row, no one left behind.

Standing on the three-foot podium, Rong Chuo's eyes fell on a page of the textbook, and his voice scattered, "Sun Jie, next question."

The boy named Sun Jie who was answering the question was hesitant to stand up, his eyes were still stuck on the book, his lips moved, and hesitantly gave him an option, "…A,A."

“A?”

But the rhetorical question overturned Sun Jie's psychological construction. He looked up and thought he was right and changed the answer, "B, it's B."

Without asking for permission, Rong Chuo raised his eyes and swept across Sun Jie.

Sun Jie: “…C?”

However, the correct option is D.

【This perfectly avoids the correct options, just like me taking the CPA exam…】

【Teacher Rong gave him three chances, he didn't guess correctly once haha]

He didn't say it was right, nor did he say it was wrong. Rong Chuo opened his lips lightly, "If you can't do it, you will say you won't."

Sun Jie's reaction was straightforward this time, and he raised his hand and said frankly: "Teacher Rong, I don't know."

Rong Chuo opened his voice and passed by the blackboard: The first-grade math problems are not difficult for adults, but it is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. It is not easy to explain the principles to primary school students.

His voice was very flat and light, and his clothes were stained like water, but he came one by one without any speed, and it seemed as shallow as deep as it was, which was easy to understand.

The children listened carefully without realizing that they also liked each other in the live broadcast room.

[I am an elementary school mathematics teacher. Teacher Rong’s solution is the simplest solution to this problem. Why is Teacher Rong so professional? Ruisiju!!!]

[Ah, I was watching variety shows with my first-grade niece. She just told me that she understood [covering her face]]

In the classroom, the only person was the exception.

It is Sun Jie himself who just relied on guessing questions to perfectly avoid the correct options.

Speaking of which, in the first grade, Li Jun, who had previously lost his homework book, was a famous child king, and it also made Principal Zhang and other teachers feel very troubled.

In addition to Li Jun, Sun Jie felt that the second time the teachers in central primary schools felt that it was Sun Jie.

Li Jun is a lawless person, his parents cannot control him, and his teachers cannot control him, and he goes to the house to remove tiles every few days to cause trouble. He is a wise man and a wise man.

But Sun Jie is different.

He listened to the class, but although he couldn't listen; he did his homework, but he did it even though he was wrong in nine out of ten questions; he was caught by the teacher and had a good attitude towards admitting his mistakes, but when he finished admitting his mistakes, he would do whatever he should do as usual, and he would instantly resurrect his old ways.

in short--

Fool the students and lead the teacher.

At this time, the podium was talking about the question with the correct answer that was D, but Sun Jie also listened in a while, scratching the back of his head and thinking about his hair, looking at the big tree outside the window and thinking about the birds, and thinking about the stomach a little hungry, and thinking about what kind of dishes my grandma cooked when she went back at noon. She thought about everything, but after thinking about so many things, none of them was related to the question.

Shen Si was wandering outside the sky, and he pulled Sun Jie back with a sound, "Sun Jie."

Sun Jie immediately resumed operations and agreed with a very honest and silly smile, "Rong, Teacher Rong."

Rong Chuo looked at him and asked, "Did you understand?"

"Uh-huh."

While nodding, Sun Jie showed the customer's satisfied smile when he walked out of the restaurant and returned home full.

Sun Jie knew that generally speaking, after giving such feedback, the teacher would not go into detail, but skip to the next question directly.

But this time, after Sun Jie did the same thing, he heard the male voice dropping down again: "Then you repeat it."

Sun Jie: “…?”

The sudden change happened, and Sun Jie's smile froze on the corners of his lips.

At the same time, fourth grade.

After the first class without wind and waves, Yan Ge led the first class to the playground for physical education class.

First, I warmed up, then ran four hundred meters. One lap and two hundred, and I had to run two laps in total.

Yan Ge led the team in front, while the primary school students were behind. The scene was very harmonious, but—

[Is Yan Xiaoge's speed slower than billions of points [laughing and crying]]

【This is not called running, this is called walking…】
To be continued...