Urban God-level Selection System

At six o'clock in the evening, Lu Fei's mother had prepared food.

"Lu Fei, come out to eat."

She shouted.

But in the room, Lu Fei did not come out for a long time and did not respond.

"This kid..." Lu Fei's mother instinctively thought that he was playing games in the room again, and couldn't help worrying.

Every day he comes back to play games and his academic performance is extremely poor. What can he do in the future?

His father is away all year round, and he never comes back once a year.

And she is also busy at work, she has little energy to control him, and she doesn't have time to go to parent meetings.

Come to think of it, in fact, they have an unshirkable responsibility.

She sighed, her sullen tone became a little gentle, "Lu Fei, I'm eating."

She walked to Lu Fei's bedroom and pushed open his door.

She was taken aback by what she saw. Her baby son was not playing games, but reading carefully under the lamp.

Seeing so rapturously that she didn't even know she came in.

Is this the sun coming out from the west today?

! Lu Fei's mother couldn't help thinking so excitedly.

She couldn't bear to disturb him who was studying in this way, so she closed the door gently and tiptoed to the living room, for fear of making a sound to break the delicate balance.

Out of the house, she quickly called another parent.

"Hey, is it Yang Xiaoyu's mother, let me tell you something, my child actually reads seriously in the room."

She said so excitedly.

A more excited voice came from over there: "So does my son.

Today is the first time. "

"By the way, how could they suddenly change so much?"

"I heard it was because of their head teacher."

"Oh?

Who is their head teacher? "

"It seems to be a senior teacher named Zhang Wanlin. I listened to my son."

"He must have brought this out, and I must thank him in person someday."

"Yup."

Fang Youran saved Zhang Wanlin’s face because of the grades of Grade One (1) and (2) Chinese. He didn’t call his name and bet on the appointment, but said, “If you do well at that time, you will be rewarded by the teacher. meal."

But some students still know through other channels.

In the morning, the students in class (2) happened to see Lu Fei from class (1) coming to class, and he looked very energetic.

"I heard that your (1) class should compare with our (2) class?"

The man asked.

"Ok."

Lu Fei nodded.

"Please, stop dreaming.

How can you compare?

Our class randomly takes out one person, isn't it all to hang on you? "

If this person was a little humble, Lu Fei would not have any disgusting emotions.

But he was self-confident and arrogant and wanted to belittle everyone in their class in front of him.

This aroused his inner resistance, if you say you can't, I just say yes! "How can it be impossible to beat you, it was just that we didn't take a look at it at the beginning, but now that it takes a look, you are just scum."

Lu Fei said.

"It's a big tone.

I remember your language score was 20 last time, right?

These twenty minutes is your confidence? "

The man couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Yes, just start to catch up with you from this score.

Don't hit your face too badly then. "

"Oh, yes, yes."

Lu Fei grunted and left, and he heard the man intermittently saying to the companion passing behind him: "The people in class (1) must have taken the wrong medicine, and they are even better than us, haha."

"That's right, don't you know how many kilograms are?"

"If it's better than sports, the barbarians can make a difference.

Haha. "

Lu Fei became more angry as he listened, his teeth clenched tightly.

He walked into Zhang Wanlin's office and said, "Teacher, I must study Chinese seriously!"

This made Zhang Wanlin almost spit out the tea he had just drunk in.

What kind of high fever do you have today?

The teacher who cared about Zhang Wanlin most was Luo Yingying. She didn't know why she had an inexplicable affection for Zhang Wanlin.

Perhaps it was his smile, or perhaps his words and deeds.

He also asked himself, is it love at first sight?

Since she was young, she has been chased by many people, but she has never caught a cold with anyone, so she has never had a love experience.

If you say this, the students will laugh at her.

She believes that falling in love should be something after growing up. Isn't this time?

Because he paid too much attention to Zhang Wanlin, he was indignant at what happened to him.

Although this was not a big deal, it just made her a little angry and worried.

In her words, it seems that the emperor is not in a hurry and the **** is in a hurry.

This time, she passed through the corridor next to the classroom, Zhang Wanlin was giving a lecture.

His voice is magnetic, mixed with the precipitation of the years, and it sounds particularly abrupt in the quiet classroom.

The usual teacher lectures, the bad students have lifted the ceiling of the classroom long ago, and they are quiet now.

She looked at their little eyes and looked at the blackboard carefully one by one, and several people were still taking notes from time to time.

God, the whole class is studying hard.

Even that school manager’s baby, Wang Xiaohu! This can't help but arouse Luo Yingying's deep curiosity. What kind of class fascinated them?

She leaned against the wall next to the front door, holding the book to her chest, quietly listening to the lecture inside.

Zhang Wanlin's class has a magical power.

Once you hear it, you want to hear the second sentence, the third sentence, and the fourth sentence... and combined with his voice that can almost overwhelm thousands of girls, everyone can't help it.

Luo Yingying just stood outside the classroom, one minute later, two minutes later... It was not until she saw Zhang Wanlin walk out of the classroom door and waved to her that she was surprised and hurriedly hugged the book. At a loss.

She was so absorbed that she didn't even know when he came out.

"get out of class is over, Teacher Fang, are you eavesdropping on my lecture here?"

Zhang Wanlin laughed.

"This, I just passed by.

not at all. "

She was flushed and left in embarrassment. At this time, she felt a little sore in her legs, and then she suddenly came to her senses. Just now, she stood in a daze for more than half an hour...Soon, the half-time mock exam came.

The desks of each student were separated by one meter in turn, and in order to be fair, the two head teachers exchanged supervision with each other.

At this time, Fang Youran was sitting in front of the podium of class (1), watching strictly below.

Since this is a gambling agreement, then naturally all possible cheating is eliminated.

And cheating is exactly the urination of the previous high school (1) class. Fortunately, the grades of the whole class are not good, and the cheating is just like that, and the grades have not changed at all.

But this time, it was different at all.

Surprisingly, this group of students did not look around and did nothing else. This was an unprecedented experience.

Is it so well adjusted by Teacher Zhang?

Fang Youran couldn't help thinking.

She stepped off the stage, intending to see how they wrote.

The fill-in-the-blank questions are half right, multiple-choice questions, um, this is all right...Reading comprehension is not very good, but points have been deducted.

The composition, this angle is well developed... She suddenly thought that this is still the previous high school (1) class?