Liang Hua continued with a sneer: "Lin Ke, I can't teach your students any more. In the future, I won't care about the English in your class. I think they don't pay attention to me as an English teacher. If they don't have a teacher to teach them, their English will be better. "
Miss Lin closed her textbook. She had a lesson next time. Now the bell is ringing.
She stood up. "I'd love to."
With that, she took her textbooks and materials and left the office.
Mr. Lin's face is not a trace of strange, Liang Hua was very uncomfortable, she sneered, "dead duck mouth hard."
The teacher in charge of class two came up and said with a smile, "Mr. Liang, Congratulations, you don't have to teach class four at last."
"Yes, Mr. Liang, the group of poor students who lead class 4 at your level are really aggrieved by you," said the head teacher of class 3.
Liang Hua looked up slightly with a proud face.
Without paying attention to them, he returned to his seat.
The second class teacher's face was stiff. She lowered her head and disdained her eyes.
If it doesn't matter, can you be the head teacher of the last class?
Your teaching level has nothing to do with it. Can you enter H City middle school?
H City middle school teachers are high-level, basically are famous University Master's degree or above, and Liang Hua, but is an ordinary two.
She didn't work hard and seldom prepared lessons at school.
Liang Hua's class is boring and many students will doze off.
On the surface, the teachers of H City middle school respect Liang Hua very much, but on the back, they look down on her.
The head teacher of class three is also complaining.
What do you look like?
Do you dislike class 4 and the students in class 4 don't dislike you?
……
A little fat man in class 4 was upset and came back from the toilet. When he passed the office, he just heard Liang Hua say that he would not teach class 4.
His heart was broken and he started to run. He wanted to tell the whole class the news and let them have a good time.
Running back to class four, he was panting and tired.
Holding the doorframe, he exclaimed excitedly, "big, big news."
Lin Feng was turning his pen and thinking about a math problem. He had some ideas and was about to answer. He was interrupted by the little fat man. Well, he forgot all about it.
Lin Feng stares at the little fat man, "dead fat man, what are you doing? Don't you see that we are studying hard?"
Now the students of class four are studying against the clock, driven by Qin Sheng.
This meeting, just after class, the classroom is quiet, they are all low head, very serious reading and problem.
Qin Sheng is also reading a book.
However, she was reading a Book of stock analysis.
High school textbooks, she has read, also do a lot of questions, also do not need to put too much time on learning.
It's boring to do nothing at school.
No, Qin Sheng took a stock book to read.
The little fat man is a little slower now and speaks more smoothly. He smiles and his eyes are only a slit left by the flesh on his face. "Brother Feng, I know a big good news."
Lin Feng was impatient. He felt that the little fat man was grinning. He waved his hand and said, "if you have something to say, please let it go."
Then he added, "if you don't say it again, I'll beat you."
He waved his fist.
The little fat man was wronged. He just wanted to lift his appetite, raise everyone's interest, and then give everyone a bomb? How did Feng Ge react like this?
He didn't dare to dally any longer. He raised his voice and said directly, "I heard the old witch say that she won't teach us any more."