Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

Although Mo Zebei and his school implemented the concept of quality education well, in today's environment where the college entrance examination affects the trajectory of life, they are not exempt from vulgarity. The high school group starts one week in advance.

The school also takes into account the particularity of their college entrance examination next year, so they start school early so that they can enter their studies quickly and better adapt to their senior year life.

Mo Zebei’s home is not far from Kaicheng No. 1 Middle School, and it takes more than 20 minutes to ride a bicycle. The school does not require all students to live on campus. Students who are close to home can apply for day school. She, Zhou Ruoxin and Meng Yuanhao are both in day school and do not live on campus.

Mo Zebei got up at six o'clock in the morning. Today is the first day of school.

After she washed, Father Mo put the prepared breakfast on the dining table.

After breakfast, Mo Zebei put on his backpack and went downstairs and rode his bicycle to school.

She and Zhou Ruoxin and Meng Yuanhao are not in the same class, but they are on the floor on the side of Section A, and the classes are not far apart.

They went straight to the third in high school and did not reclassify them. Mo Zebei is in Class 35 of Senior High, Zhou Ruoxin is in Class 9 of Senior 3, and Meng Yuanhao is in Class 31 of Senior High.

Zhou Ruoxin and Meng Yuanhao are on the third floor, and Mo Zebei is on the fourth floor.

The first day of school was easier. The class teacher used the morning reading time to hold a class meeting to explain the school’s arrangements and some changes. Then the teachers of each subject would greet everyone in their class, say some words of encouragement, and publish new books. , Bring something like new knowledge points.

Mo Zebei's head teacher Luo Hao is a mathematics teacher with many years of teaching experience. He usually keeps a small flat head and wears a pair of black glasses. He looks serious, but he is not rigid, and sometimes he is quite humorous.

In the early morning, the head teacher told everyone that because the original English teacher took maternity leave, their class would welcome a young female teacher in the new semester.

The female teacher is Lin Xiaoran, she is not very old, she is 24 years old, and she has just graduated from teaching for two years, but she has a teaching style, and many of the students she has led have achieved outstanding results.

Knowing that it was time to change an English teacher, everyone secretly looked forward to it. Some of them were a little courageous. The classmates who knew something about this teacher started discussing with others in class on the spot.

"Lin Xiaoran is the original English teacher in my sister's class. She looks good." "Quite trendy" "Should be single" "We are going to feast our eyes." A male classmate behind Mo Zebei was whispering to other boys. write…

Lao Luo deliberately coughed a few times in front of the stage, and some of the intermittent speeches came to an end. He talked about other things again, and did not leave until the end of the morning reading class.

After the first Chinese class, the second is English class.

When the bell rang between classes, many classmates rushed outside in a swarm, some to go to the bathroom, some to fetch water, and many boys gathered together to talk about the new teacher they were about to meet.

Mo Zebei's deskmate Yan Xiaoshuai also leaned over to listen to the gossip.

Mo Zebei was not interested in these, and Wu took out a free book from the hole in the table and turned it over at will.

She doesn't like to learn English, and her grades in this subject are not good. The previous teachers have worked **** her, but the result was very little. Later, she didn't care much about her and let her go.

Two minutes before class, Yan Xiaoshuai returned to his seat with joy. He tapped his finger on the table to attract Mo Zebei’s attention so as to share the good news with her, but he was facing Mo Zebei indifferently. After the look in his eyes, he closed his mouth wittily...

Mo Zebei is very good, but he speaks few words and doesn't care about people. That's why the head teacher transferred him, a nagging person in class, and let them be at the same table.

There was nothing to say, and it was very uncomfortable in his heart. Yan Xiaoshuai poked the back of the front table with a pen. Zhu Dong, who was eating bread in front, was bulging in his mouth, chewing and turning his head.

"Eat less, you're all so fat..." Yan Xiaoshuai looked a little disgusted by his appearance.

Zhu Dong usually hates people saying that he is fat, so he glared at Yan Xiaoshuai, regardless of what was in his mouth, he began to curse...

Good guy, with his mouth, the bread crumbs sprayed out directionlessly, and the spray was everywhere...Even the pages of Mo Zebei's book fell a lot. Mo Ze had a meal on the north face, lifted the book and shook slightly...

Yan Xiaoshuai frowned and slapped the pieces of bread on his desk, cursing back from time to time.

After the class bell rang, they stopped and Mo Zebei put the free book back in the desk.

The classroom was very quiet, and the students were in a tacit understanding. Except for a few people, everyone else looked in one direction-at the door.

Under the look of everyone’s expectations, Lin Xiaoran stepped in a pair of five-centimeter **** high heels. Her upper body was a white chiffon shirt, and her lower body was paired with a pair of black waist and leg-spreading pants. There is momentum.

She picked up the chalk, turned sideways, and dropped three words on the blackboard in a moment. She turned around, raised her hand to touch the curly chestnut hair around her ears, and her red lips lightly opened: "My name is Lin Xiaoran, and I am your new English teacher. "

The classmates below began to commotion, whispering to each other.

"I feel that this teacher is quite individual." "So young, maybe a few years older than us." "I seem to have seen her before, never thought she is our teacher now." Lin Xiaoran raised a smile on her face, knocked on the stage with the eraser, and when the bottom was quiet, she said: "It seems that the students have something to say... Then we will use this class to get acquainted with each other, and the students will introduce themselves later. When speaking, try to highlight personal characteristics, so that the teacher will be impressed and remember you."

After a while, the classmates started to introduce themselves. They were basically names + personal hobbies and specialties. It was Mo Zebei's turn. She only said three words, her name, and nothing else. NS.

Lin Xiaoran glanced at her carefully, the corner of her lips twitched, and said nothing, let the next classmate continue the introduction.

Before she knew that she was going to take over this class, she called Lao Luo and her former English teacher and got some information. Both of them mentioned Mo Zebei. Her evaluation and impression of her was: the overall grades of this child. It's okay, but there are some partial subjects, especially English, and she doesn't care at all... She doesn't talk a lot on weekdays, and she has a light attitude towards everything. It is difficult to do ideological work...

Mo Zebei's head teacher, including some class teachers, felt that she was hopeful, and wanted to pull her to go further, but she just didn't stretch out her hand...it was helpless and a headache.

Lin Xiaoran doesn't think so, but thinks Mo Zebei is quite special...

At noon, Mo Zebei, Zhou Ruoxin, and Meng Yuanhao went to the third floor of the cafeteria to eat the stir-fried dishes. After the meal, they went back to the classroom and slept for a while. Normally, at noon, they don't go home and think it is troublesome to go back and forth.

The eighth class in the afternoon was originally a class meeting, but during the morning reading, Lao Luo was going to explain everything, so he went to self-study and Lao Luo watched.

"You go to the English office." Just two minutes after entering the door, Lao Luo walked towards Mo Zebei, "Your teacher Lin wants to talk to you about something."

Hearing this, Mo Zebei gently put down the pen in his hand, stood up, walked straight out the door, and went to the English office.

Lin Xiaoran is the only person in the English office. Today is the first day of school. There is little and easy. The teacher who had no class went home, and the one who had class went to class.

After Mo Zebei knocked on the door, Lin Xiaoran responded and let her in.

"Sit down." Lin Xiaoran lowered his head to prepare for the lesson, and his movements did not stop.

Mo Zebei stood on one side, his tone was light, and he didn't mean to sit: "You just have to say something."

Lin Xiaoran stopped, put the pen in the porcelain white pen holder, looked up at her for several seconds, and raised her eyebrows: "There are no nails on the chair."

Mo Zebei sat down, but his eyes turned out of the window.

Lin Xiaoran took a few sips while looking at her to hold up the water glass.

"Do you think I called you to do ideological work for you?"

"Um."

Lin Xiaoran smiled.

"I just think it's a pity, your other subjects are okay, just English...too lame...it's a serious hindrance."

"Oh."

This is too little talk, it's just like cherishing words like gold.

Lin Xiaoran turned her eyes and asked, "Are you interested in being my class representative?"

"No." The class representatives of the other subjects are all set, and they are basically held by the original classmates. Only the English subject is still undecided.

She did not agree, and Lin Xiaoran was not unhappy as expected.

"You don't want to do anything else, just collect homework, send out papers, etc.," Lin Xiaoran tapped on the desk with her fingertips, "If you should, I promise I will never ask you to do ideological work in this area again... if You shouldn’t, I will often invite you to come to the office to talk and have in-depth exchanges... Anyway, the choice is yours, you choose yourself."

Her last sentence was an understatement, but Mo Zebei frowned.

"How about it, have you figured it out?"

Mo Zebei was silent for a while, then raised his eyes to stare at her, and finally pursed his lips, and asked: "Just collect homework and send papers?"

Lin Xiaoran nodded.

Mo Zebei looked down, reluctantly: "Okay."

When Mo Zebei went out, he was sure that he couldn't hear him. Lin Xiaoran leaned on the seat and dialed Mu Hanxi. As soon as he got through there, she amused and said, "I met a kid today. It feels very special."

Mu Hanxi pulled the hair around her ears and asked gently, "Well, why is it special?"

Lin Xiaoran got up and walked to the window, looking at the leaves floating with the breeze, and slowly began to tell...