Chapter 11 Ass

  Chen Zhongshou scolded all the way to class, and even when eye exercises started, she didn't stop. She continued to scold on the playground, but for some reason, not a single school leader came out to intervene.

  Liu Ya Qian stood in the corridor of Class 6-1, looking down, Chen Zhong Shou was still scolding, is this a teacher?

  Just as Chen Zhongshou was still talking incessantly, Cao Zhi Fen had already rushed out with a big stick.

  Chen Zhongshou was much younger than Cao Zhi Fen, but Cao Zhi Fen showed no fear at all, and with a big stick in hand, she charged straight at Chen Zhongshou. What Chen thought was impossible had happened.

  Cao Zhifen swung a stick at Chen Zhongshou, and Chen's body stumbled.

  Chen Zhongshou finally shut up. Cao Zhi Fen pointed at Chen Zhongshou with a stick and shouted: "You stinky shameless woman, look at you, do you still have a human shape!"

  "Chen Zhongshou shouted: 'You have a human shape, you old witch! You just spend two bucks to buy wine for that wild man, don't you? This is all the cunning you have, sneaking around like a thief!'"

  Cao Zhifen swung her bat again and Chen Zhongshou actually started running away.

  Liu Ya Qian was dumbfounded.

  Teacher Yin from next door also ran out, looking delighted.

  Teacher Yin is already 30 years old, but because she's very short, she looks like a girl who's not even 20 yet. Plus her acting skills are incredibly good, with that sweet and gentle voice, who would have thought that Teacher Yin is actually the mother of two kids?

  "Teacher Yin, what's going on?" Liu Ya Qian walked over and asked.

  "It's still because of Director Ma." Teacher Yin said with a smile.

  "Director Ma?" Liu Ya Qian was shocked.

  Teacher Yin remained silent.

  Liu Ya Qian only saw Cao Zhi Fen holding a big stick chasing and hitting Chen Zhong Shou on the playground, this "one old one young" playing together was quite interesting.

  How interesting! Liu Ya Qian shook her head.

  The eye care exercise ended, and Teacher Yin entered the classroom. Liu Ya Qian also returned to her own classroom.

  ……

  Hu Jie, this is a boy who gives Liu Ya Qian a big headache.

  At first, Hu Jie's behavior was not bad, but he became more and more overbearing. It wasn't that he didn't listen in class, the key was that he listened very carefully, constantly interjecting jokes and making the whole class laugh.

  Liu Ya Qian initially praised Hu Jie's cleverness and wanted to make him obediently "surrender", but soon, Liu Ya Qian realized she was wrong.

  Hu Jie never fell for her tricks anyway.

  Seventeen-year-old Hu Jie, one set of clothes a day, today wore a tight black outfit with a large windbreaker coat, you know, he's just a student!

  Liu Ya Qian finally discovered Hu Jie's difference, he was a youth who had already grown into a half big man.

  He had a side-parted hairstyle, occasionally flipping it, and under the cover of his hair on one side, Hu Ze's left eye seemed to have something wrong with it, but it was hard to tell. Perhaps that's why he was overconfident.

  "Sixteen years ago, what does this text tell us? First, I'd like to ask my fellow students, what kind of text is this? Liu Ya Qian's Mandarin is quite standard."

  Liu Yuyu raised her hand and replied: "Narrative writing style. It's a reminiscing narrative writing style."

  Liu Yaqian first praised Liu Yuyu's answer, which was not bad, but only half correct. It can't be said to be a recollection style, but rather an inverted narrative method was adopted in the answer.

  "So we all know, narrative composition has six elements..."

  "Teacher." Hu Jie interrupted again.

  "Please raise your hand to answer." Liu Ya Qian's tone was already somewhat impatient.

  "Teacher, your wording is inaccurate."

  "What's wrong?"

  Hu Jie: "What's this 'we all know'? I don't even know what the six elements of narrative writing are."

  Liu Ya Qian picked up the chalk and walked to the blackboard, writing out the six elements of narrative composition: time, place, people, cause, process, and result.

  "So that's it, I understand now."

  After finishing speaking, Hu Jie sat down by himself.

  Liu Ya Qian continued to start the lesson: "So we all...we should know that the author of this text is Li Xinghua, she is the daughter of Li Dazhao. This text records Li Xinghua's memories of her father. So I want to ask you students, who is the protagonist of this text?"

  "Teacher, I know!" Liu Xiang raised his hand first.

  "Good! Let our superstar Liu Xiang come and answer." Liu Ya Qian was still active in the already very lively classroom atmosphere.

  The protagonist of this lesson is Li Xinghua." Liu Xiang said confidently.

  Liu Ya Qian's chalk fell to the ground. For a moment, she was speechless.

  The author Li Xinghua, the father Li Dazhuang. This text is a recollection of the author's memories of his father. What more can be said about this? The students' answers almost made Liu Ya Qian collapse.

  "Teacher!" Ou Yangyang raised his hand. This Ou Yangyang classmate was the representative of the language and literature class in our grade.

  "Alright, Ouyang Yang." Liu Ya Qian didn't dare to be too optimistic this time. She had some reservations.

  "The protagonist of this lesson is written by Comrade Li Dazhao." Ouyang Yang replied very calmly.

  "Yes!" Liu Ya Qian was slightly absent-minded.

  "That's a eulogy for the dead, isn't it?" Hu Jie raised an objection.

  "Sixteen years ago Comrade Li Dazhao had not yet died." Liu Ya Qian replied.

  "Oh? So Li Dazhao lived all the way until the 1990s of last century, then why is it said that he died under the White Terror of the Nationalist reactionaries?"

  Liu Ya Qian's book fell from her hand...

  Hu Jie's antics brought the whole class into another fit of hysterical laughter, with all the students laughing so hard they were doubling over.

  Liu Ya Qian walked towards Hu Jie, step by step. Hu Jie stood there, looking at Liu Ya Qian with a provocative expression in his eyes.

  Liu Ya Qian stood in front of Hu Jie, and surprisingly, they were about the same height.

  Liu Ya Qian is not wearing high heels today.

  Hu Jie's slightly curly and flipped hair made him look a bit taller than Liu Ya Qian.

  Liu Ya Qian looked at Hu Jie and asked word by word: "Are you intentionally causing trouble?"

  "Teacher, you're saying this but I don't agree. What's 'intentionally causing trouble'? Isn't it what you said? To dare to ask questions and not be ashamed of asking?"

  Isn't it shameful to ask? Is this phrase used here?

  Liu Ya Qian suddenly understood something, this little guy, he is indeed very clever!

  It seems that Hu Jie is completely different from Liu Xiang's student. Liu Xiang really doesn't know anything and can't even write pinyin, while Hu Jie is intentionally "pretending to be crazy".

  Hu Jie's face still looks very young, except for a small problem with his left eye, his head shape, figure, appearance and temperament can be said to be perfect.

  Liu Ya Qian suddenly felt Hu Jie's breath on her face, and only then did she realize that she and Hu Jie were standing too close. Fortunately, it wasn't a hot day yet, the weather in April, Liu Ya Qian was still dressed conservatively.

  If it's a hot summer day, Hu Jie's eyes can be considered satisfied.

  Hu Jie stared at Liu Ya Qian's chest, seemingly, Hu Jie was a bit abnormal.

  Liu Ya Qian immediately walked away, stepped onto the stage, and her heart suddenly started racing. She was looking for something...

  After class, Liu Ya Qian returned to the office, at this time the office was already in a state of chaos.

  Cao Zhifen and Chen Zhongshou were still exchanging insults, with the verbal battle continuing until Director Ma arrived.

  Director Ma slammed his hand on the table and bellowed: "All of you shut up!"

  For a moment, the office was quiet.

  "Damn it..." Cao Zhifen suddenly roared.

  Then Chen Zhongshou was even more vicious, but they all changed their target, and it seemed that they were all rushing towards Director Ma.

  Director Ma didn't react at all afterwards.

  "Damn it!" Cao Zhifen cursed loudly.

  "Dog man and woman!" Chen Zhongshou retorted.

  "How shameless!" Cao Zhifen straightforwardly stretched out her hand and pointed at Director Ma.

  "Scoundrel!" Chen Zhongshou kicked Director Ma with one foot.

  Director Ma dodged, Cao Zhifen swung her bat and hit him right on the buttocks. Director Ma quickly covered his buttocks with his hands and ran around in circles to escape.

  Watching these three people, whose combined age is almost two hundred years old, playing and flirting with each other as if no one was around, Liu Ya Qian felt a wave of disgust.

  "Shut up, all of you! I'm just a sentimental old man, that's all!" Director Ma called out with a smile.

  "Ah..." whispers rose from all directions.

  Director Ma, however, indulged in it with great relish.

  Liu Ya Qian skipped a gear and went to the math department office.

  Xiao Xiaoqing was doing her homework alone.

  "Why is it just you?" Liu Ya Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  "Teacher Liu." Xiao Xiaoqing greeted, putting down the pen in her hand.

  "What about the other teachers?" Liu Ya Qian asked.

  "Isn't everyone watching the monkey show on your side?" Xiao Xiaoqing laughed.

  Liu Ya Qian stuck out her tongue and made a face.

  "Ah, Teacher Liu, here you are." Xiao Xiaoqing took out a whip and handed it over.

  Liu Ya Qian didn't say another word and accepted it, she really needed it!

  The whip was made of torn strips of matting rolled up, wrapped in layers of transparent glue. The whip was not too thick or too thin, and the length was just right. Liu Ya Qian felt that this "little celebration" seemed to be specially made for her.

  "Thank you."

  "You're welcome, don't mention it." Xiao Xiaoqing felt very magnanimous.

  Liu Ya Qian nodded and said: "I just need this."

  Xiao Xiaoqing reminded: "Don't hit students' heads or faces, just hitting their palms is fine."

  Liu Ya Qian hummed in response.

  ……

  The last class in the afternoon was Class 1, walking up to the fourth floor corridor, and on the way to Class 1, they had to pass by the classroom of Class 51. When passing by Class 51, Liu Ya Qian saw a terrible scene...

  This lesson is still Miss Yin's class, where she is physically punishing the boys. Several boys are standing in a row... with their waists bent, heads down, and buttocks raised.

  The key is, all of these boys' pants were pulled down...

  "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven! Again...!" Yin Ying's whip struck in succession.

  Those white buttocks...

  Liu Ya Qian's mind was a complete blank...

  What's going on here!

  Liu Ya Qian walked quickly past.

  In this class, Hu Jie was making trouble as usual. Liu Ya Qian walked towards Hu Jie with a ruler in her hand, looking furious!

  Liu Ya Qian thought to herself: Just you wait and see how I'll deal with you!

  Hu Jie didn't show any fear, when Liu Ya Qian walked to his side and was about to speak, suddenly, Hu Jie turned around, pulled down his pants, bent over, and lifted up his butt...