Chapter 3: The English Class Takes Off

  Along with Wang Peng came to class, the problem arose: Zhu Ting forgot again who she was sitting with.

  However, Zhu Ting can confirm two things: one, he is not at the same table as Wang Peng; two, in high school, boys and girls are seated at different tables. Many people who write about being at the same table with a beauty are ridiculous, if they were still at the same table in high school, wouldn't that mean the whole school is full of unmarried parents?

  Excluding these two points, it's still not working. Fortunately, everyone has almost arrived, and after Wang Peng sat down, there were only two empty seats left. Zhu Ting suddenly thought of her deskmate: Li An.

  Li An, also known as Taijian. It's not because of his appearance or voice, but just because his name sounds similar to "Taijian" in the local dialect. Zhu Ting sat with Taijian in the fifth row, and Wang Peng sat behind Zhu Ting. His deskmate was Wang Jinmu (there were many people with names like this that sounded like they belonged to the Eight Trigrams or Five Elements, it was very popular. I remember there was also someone in our class named Wu Huomu.)

  In front of them were two female classmates, one was relatively thin and small, the other was relatively fat and big. The thin one was called Liu Lilili, the fat one was called Kang Yalan. This seating arrangement had been maintained for three years. However, when they entered their second year of high school, Wang Peng went to study science, this time, Zhu Ting decided to try every means to keep Wang Peng from leaving.

  Actually, Zhu Ting also liked science subjects himself, but because of that politics teacher full of feminine charm, accurately speaking, it was because of the politics teacher's pair of robust and beautiful legs. Those legs made people's noses bleed... Often wearing mini skirts that were neither too tight nor too loose, with perfect leg lines, and various types of stockings. Alas, a young man chose liberal arts. Thinking of the politics teacher, Zhu Ting suddenly had a little expectation for class...

  The first class was English, which Zhu Ting hated the most. Why? Because among his subject teachers, there were only two female teachers, one for politics and this English teacher. A 30-year-old woman looked like she was over 40, always with a scowl on her face, and was extremely fat! What a waste of a female teacher's quota.

  After a nauseating opening, Zhu Ting fell asleep again. Why do Chinese people speak English? If they must, it's okay to say a few words during class, but why do they have to go on and on like that?!

  Hiss...

  A piece of chalk hit Zhu Tingyu's nose, giving her a fright. Seeing the sympathetic glances from all her classmates and then looking at the English teacher's furious face, she immediately understood.

  English teacher: "Zhu Ting, stand up."

  Zhu Ting said: "I won't stand! You bought a watch!"

  The whole class and even the English teacher cast surprised glances at me.

  English teacher: "What country's language are you speaking!? You sleep in class and still have the nerve?! Get out of here!"

  Zhu Ting said coldly: "You are a teacher who sets an example for others, please pay attention to your words and deeds!"

  The English teacher's whole body shook with anger, "Did you say you didn't sleep just now?"

  "No."

  English teacher: "Alright, I'll ask you a few questions about what I just taught. If you can't answer them, then don't come to my class again!"

  Zhu Ting said: "Whatever. I'll attend a few more of your classes and soon I'll be beaten into an idiot."

  The English teacher's face was all scrunched up, "You like Western classical music, don't you? Translate it!"

  Zhu Ting is also very funny. My brother passed the English level 4 exam, and you ask me such a stupid question, "Do you like Western classical music?"

  The whole class suddenly cast admiring glances at him in unison.

  The English teacher was shocked and thought to herself, "This guy was just sleeping a moment ago. He's still not giving up." "Who is your sister's favorite musician? Translate it."

  English teacher: "Stop bothering me."

  Zhu Ting said: "Don't break me again."

  English teacher: "Your father doesn't like pop music, does he?"

  English teacher: “……”

  Even a genius child wouldn't know whether it's joy or sorrow, but Fat Teacher is now too busy to think carefully, urgently thinking about how to end this play.

  "Apologize to me now, because you just threw a chalk eraser at me. This is corporal punishment and it has caused harm to both my mind and body!"

  The fat face of the English teacher twitched violently a few times, covering his mouth and rushing out with tears, leaving behind a sentence: "I can't teach this class anymore. Waaahhh..."

  "Yay yay yay yay!" The whole class suddenly erupted, with everyone falling into a chattering and crazy state of conversation.

  Oh no, haha, I've seen a ghost...

  It probably wouldn't be so surprising anyway.

  Zhū Tíng yòu gèng shì chéng wèi le zhòng rén de jiāo diǎn, " Zhū Tíng yòu, méi xiǎng dào nǐ zhème niú bié ā."

  "Zhu Ting, I love you!" A male classmate stood up, and Zhu Ting's body was covered in goosebumps.

  "Zhu Ting, I love you too!" Another male classmate, another case of goosebumps.

  A chaotic and noisy outburst was followed by everyone chanting in unison: "Cowry, cowry, cowry..."

  Zhu Ting didn't actually want to show off, but with the arrow on the bowstring, it had to be shot...

  In his previous life, his English grades were not good and the English teacher rarely paid attention to him. Teacher Fei only cared about a few top students, typical of a trash school's typical teacher...

  English teacher Yang Da Ying is no different from most teachers, today it's just that the chalk head really hit Zhu Ting again, set her off, young people have a quick temper, especially at the age of twenty-six or seven, a man in his prime...

  "What's going on! What's going on! You're rebelling!" A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing brown glasses, with a slender figure, spoke with great vigor and explosive force! He glared at the whole class with an air of thunderbolts!

  This is Zhu Tingyu's class teacher: Chinese teacher Yang Muzhou.

  Yang Mu Zhou stood on the podium, his fierce gaze sweeping across the entire class, instantly rendering everyone silent. Even the sound of girls rubbing their thighs together could be heard.

  Yang Mu Zhou: "Zhu Ting, you come with me to the office for a minute."

  Zhu Ting thought for a moment and followed, because he couldn't find any reason not to go. After all, he was just a student, not the leader of a peasant uprising, and his arm couldn't twist around his leg.

  Zhu Ting whispered again: The wind is sad and the Yi River is cold.

  Under the sympathetic gaze of his classmates, Zhu Ting stylishly brushed his hair back with one hand and strode out of the classroom with Yang Mu Zhou.

  Classmates: Be a real man!

  In the office, Yang Da Ying burst into tears on the table, and several other teachers who were not in class comforted and consoled her, including Ye Ning Shuang, the politics teacher who was Zhu Ting Yu's object of fantasy at night.

  Zhu Ting is so cute and funny, you're getting older and fatter but still acting adorable, it's really...

  But as soon as he saw the woman cry, Zhu Ting's anger was all gone. He also felt that he had been excessive.

  Yang Mu Zhou: "Quickly apologize to Teacher Yang."

  Zhu Ting stood in front of Yang Da Ying again: "Although I'm not wrong, but on the basis of respecting teachers and valuing morality, Teacher Yang, please don't cry."

  Six or seven teachers looked at each other in dismay, this kind of apology was unheard of.

  Yang Da Ying also knew that she was a bit unreasonable, so she took the opportunity to find an excuse: "Forget it, in the future...". She originally wanted to say not to sleep during class, but was afraid of arguing with Zhu Ting again, so she changed it to: "When the teacher is teaching, look at the teacher and look at the blackboard."

  Class teacher Yang Muzhou also mediated on the side, "Yes, Zhu Ting, even if you have mastered it, you must listen carefully to the lecture. Teachers are all for the good of the students, from ancient times to the present..."

  Every time Yang Mu Zhou's lengthy arguments begin, they are like a mighty river that flows continuously and cannot be stopped.

  Zhu Ting couldn't help but steal another glance at Ye Ningfeng, and after a long while, he finally realized that Ye Ningfeng was indeed very feminine and had the kind of looks that would make people feel impulsive. She looked to be around twenty-five or six years old, with a delicate and charming appearance, like a ripe yet not fully ripe honey peach. The temptation emanating from her entire being made one's heart surge with excitement and indulge in fantasies...

  Ye Ningfeng seemed to have noticed Zhu Ting peeking at her again...

  She's conservative and isn't very comfortable with her students looking at her like that, it's quite embarrassing.