Chapter 9 (1/2)

The head teacher of class 18, their math teacher, is an old teacher in his fifties, named Yang daoshen.

There was not a few white hair left on the top of the head, showing a large bald scalp.

The wrinkles crisscross on the surface, like the gullies and gullies on the plateau.

In a pair of old rimless glasses, the eyes always narrow into a slit, looking listless.

The way he lectured was as old-fashioned as his people, and it was still the same as that of decades ago.

No matter how serious the students are, they will feel sleepy in his class.

And he realized that he was going to retire in a few years anyway, so he didn't have much passion.

For some students' small movements, it is often pretended not to see.

For example, Qin Long's yellow hair, Xiao Pang Zhou Hao's comic books...

and Yehong, who is sleeping soundly.

He just glanced at Yehong and took out his teaching plan and textbook as if nothing had happened.

The old man's peaceful voice sounded slowly: ”everyone, open page 12 of the textbook, what we are learning today is function...

the class is very quiet, only Yang daoshen's chalk strokes across the blackboard, and the occasional sound of turning books.

Suddenly, in the middle of class, an out of date voice came to mind in the classroom.

”Report!”

Yang daoshen turned around and frowned and asked, ”Qin long, what can I do for you?”

The man who suddenly raised his hands to stand up was Qin long.

The corner of Qin Long's mouth aroused a smile of evil and pointed to Yehong in the last row. He said in a loud voice: ”Mr. Yang, I report Yehong that he sleeps every day, which affects my study.”

Hearing this, the people nearby couldn't help laughing.

Qin long is a playboy who has nothing to do all day and only knows how to pick up girls. When can he dare to say that others have affected his study?

Besides, it's none of his business to sleep?