In the classroom, there are all kinds of things on the students' desks, and they don't look like they are taking Chinese classes at all.

Of course, Heng Yu had no intention of taking Chinese classes.

Since her students were not planning to do anything, Heng Yu began to teach them.

She compared her horizontally and vertically, saying all the battles that won the more from ancient times to the present in written language. She did not read the text according to the script, but analyzed it with an extremely calm and objective attitude, and would point it out in some differences and let the students express their opinions and analyze it.

The few lines of battles in history books, she said, brought a fascinating charm. Even Mo Ming, who still had some opinions about her, couldn't help but stand up and express his opinions.

The most fascinating thing about history is that it has long been decided for future generations. However, because of the writing styles of history and the passing of information, many more conjectures have emerged beyond the few words of description.

It is fascinating.

As for the discussions between classmates, she did not judge right or wrong, but just summarized her views in just a few words.

Incisive and sharp, some of her words could not be strongly verified from history, but perhaps it was her words or her attitude. Each of them subconsciously convinced the content she said.

For two whole classes, Heng Yu didn't need to write any blackboard on the blackboard, and Mo Ming and his team's final struggle was naturally useless.

But these two classes made these students who had not taught the class well for a long time and were still proud and wanted to attend it for a longer time. Even the classrooms in the fourth and fifth sessions maintained a good atmosphere of discussion, and no one was willing to interrupt them.

After two classes, Heng Yu sat on the podium, the same posture as when he just walked into the classroom yesterday. She glanced at the empty podium, looked at the students below, and asked, "Why don't you put the chalk back quickly, you will use it in the afternoon for other teachers to class."

The classmate sitting in the middle of the first row immediately took out two boxes of chalk from a hidden corner and put them on the podium. After sitting back, he asked curiously: "Teacher, what are we going to teach next class?"

"Let's talk about the emperor's chronicles, such as the deeds of Emperor Taizong and Emperor Guo Wu, I always feel that later generations have a bit extreme evaluation of them."

"Just finished talking about the battle, shouldn't we bet while the iron is hot and talk about the generals."

"When talking nonsense, you should clearly talk about military tactics if you strike while the iron is hot."

Before Heng Yu could speak, the people below were already interested in discussing it.

System: It’s right that its host is a Chinese teacher, right? Why do you have to steal the job of a history teacher, and why do you have to mess with the art of war?

Heng Yu didn't say much about their request, but she did not reveal what she would say tomorrow.

Heng Yu grabbed the Chinese textbook in his hand and shook it at the person below, "I am a Chinese teacher, do you understand?"

The blessings came as my heart came, and everyone below nodded wildly.

"The progress of the other classes in the second year of high school should not be fast, you can catch up with it in just rush." ​​Someone murmured to himself.

But he was slapped in the head by the person behind him, "What's the point of being successful? What you think now is to finish the Chinese texts for this semester in the shortest time, and then take these contents in the future Chinese classes."

After Heng Yu left, the others in the classroom stood up one after another and wanted to have lunch. Mo Ming stood up and stretched, and was about to greet Yue Han and others, suddenly Yue Han shouted, "I found that we still don't know the teacher's name."

Students who have not stepped out of the classroom: "…"

"Does the teacher think we are not outstanding enough?"

"What, if that's the case, does it mean that the teacher may be caught by the wild flowers and weeds outside?"

"I will tell my dad tonight that the teacher will only take our class."

For other flowers and plants, please kill them before they appear.

Heng Yu said that these are really a wonderful misunderstanding.

Mo Ming listened to these words and silently looked up at the ceiling.

This world is getting really fast.

At night, Moqi returned home from the company very late, and he still had a faint smell of alcohol after attending the banquet. His wife Xia Rou came over to help him take off his suit jacket.

Xia Rou handed a bowl of sobering soup to Moqi. Moqi took it. She sat next to Moqi and said to him: "Yue Han and Su Yan came to the house to play with Mingming."

The Mo family has a great career and many social engagements. Sobering soup is already a must-have. Mo Qi drank the sweet and sour sobering soup in a few sips, pulled his tie, frowned and said, "I have to play another all-night game, right? Mo Ming will take over the company's business in a few years. Now he is so careless in his studies."

Mo Ming is his only son. In the future, the country he and his wife have jointly established will definitely be handed over to Mo Ming. However, this kid is so stupid, he is really afraid that his efforts will be destroyed.

Xia Rou smiled, "Three children are studying in the room."

Moqi raised his eyebrows, and his expression showed a little surprise.

He knew exactly what his son was doing, but today he was so abnormal.

"I'm really studying, not doing anything else?" He rarely doubted his wife's words.

Xia Rou gave Moqi a blank look, and there was no such thing. But she was quite surprised by this, and she understood Moqi, "If you doubt it, go and take a look."

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. With some incredible thoughts, Moqi got up and walked up the second floor, and walked to the door of the room on the innermost side of the second floor.

The door of Mo Ming's room was not closed, and a gap was revealed. Mo Qi looked in through the not-so-large gap. Mo Ming and the other two sat at the desk, each with a closed book. There were some things on the table, which was not very real. The three of them were discussing what they were head-on at this time.

Moqi had no intention of eavesdropping, so he knocked on the door and went in.

"Dad Uncle Mo." When the three of them heard the knock on the door, they all turned around. When they saw that it was Moqi, they all said hello.

At home, both his wife Xia Rou and Mo Qi actually spoiled Mo Ming, otherwise they would not have taught a son with such a personality. The Su family and Yue family are family friends, and they often interact with each other. Yue Han and Su Yan often come to the Mo family and play games all night together with Mo Ming. They are naturally familiar with Mo Qi.

Moqi walked over and stood behind the three of them, looking at their desks and asked, "What are you discussing?"

There was a Chinese book on the desktop, and in front of them was a book full of handwriting. He was familiar with his son's handwriting. Mo Qi glanced over and knew that all the words on the book were written by Mo Ming himself.

Oh, is his stupid son changing his sexual intercourse?

I looked at Yue Han and Su Yan's desktop again.

Ah, all three fools have changed their sex life.

Mo Ming raised his eyebrows and stopped the turning pen in his hand. Before he could speak, Yue Han, the most anxious among the three, had already poured out all the things about Heng Yu.

After listening to Yue Han's description, Mo Qi pondered for a while, without saying a word, and picked up the notebook that had been written on the whole side of Mo Ming to read carefully.

After a moment, he put down his notebook and asked with emotion: "You teacher really don't have any background?"

The doubts in his words were too obvious, so that Yue Han, who was talking too much, subconsciously fell silent, carefully recalled the results of the previous investigation by several people, and looked at Mo Ming.

Moqi guessed the answer after seeing the reactions of the three of them. He shook his head and smiled, but he didn't bother with this question, "It's okay, your teacher is very good, listen to her classes more, maybe your dad and I don't need to worry too much about you."

Such an evaluation is too high. You should know that for children like them, the most worrying thing about parents is whether their son can inherit the future family business and take on the burden of the company.

But what their teacher is talking about now seems to have nothing to do with business.

Mo Ming and the other two were confused, but Mo Qi was relieved and walked out.

Using history to the Tao, it is about the business knowledge that students in the class need to know the most. It is so easy to understand that even if he and a few old friends have been in the business world for decades, he can't do it. Maybe he should really take the time to see this teacher.

On this side, Heng Yu had dinner and opened the computer to check his emails. Several new emails were quietly lying in his inbox. Heng Yu clicked on them and glanced and closed them.

She wrote several extremely useful security patches last night to send to famous companies. Things like this are paid, and the emails reminded her that the money had been transferred to her accounts and invited her.

In the Internet era, truly high-end technical talents will never lack the olive branches that others have sent.

She ignored all these invitations, but she calculated the deposits in her current card in her heart, and first made a generous amount of money to the orphanage anonymously before saying to the system: "We are no longer short of money."

[Then what should we do next, and continue to be teachers]

Heng Yu smiled and said, "Of course, how can a teacher quit his job just one day after he went to work?"

However, it would be a waste to lie in her card, so it would be better to invest it and make money.

The next day was Thursday, and the Chinese class was scheduled for the seventh section, and the next eighth section was self-study class. As soon as Heng Yu stepped into the classroom, Tian Yaqing asked Heng Yu as a representative if he could attend the eighth section together.

【…Will they pay overpayment?】

Heng Yu had to remind the system, "You have to know what it means to be a role model."

How could she clearly ask her students to pay their wages?

For example, if you are silent for a while and don’t speak, the students will reach an agreement consciously and tell their parents about this and make the school improve Hengyu’s treatment.

It is no problem to get a slight position and add a salary or something.
Chapter completed!