Urban God-level Selection System

In the early spring, a hundred flowers bloom, and green trees set off, creating a fresh and refined beauty.

Most of these flowers were planted by Luo Yuqing, but people are no longer here.

Since signing a contract with Longteng Media last year, after various packaging, she has become very popular.

Today, there are concerts every day, running all over the country.

It was only time for a cup of tea to come back and sit in my free time. Apart from confiscating Zhang Wanlin's Beauty Magazine, he did not do anything useful.

The little girl Chu Xuerou was going to school again, and Zhang Wanlin, who had been in this small shop all day, felt that life was really boring for the first time.

He crossed his feet and placed it on the table. He looked at the latest issue of Beauty Magazine and turned to the next page, only to see the teacher qualification certificate lying quietly on the page.

When did this thing come?

"Trigger selection, please select."

"1. Be a people's teacher, reward: the most advanced hacker technology."

"2. Be a docker, reward: great power."

"3. Be a gangster, reward: some escape skills."

What is this choice?

! "Do I have to choose?"

Zhang Wanlin asked, to be honest, he didn't want to choose at all.

"have to."

"I don't choose?"

"Then choose one at random and enforce it."

It's a hard life.

Since it lets you choose randomly, it's better to choose yourself first, then 1.

"You have become a teacher in Beichuan High School, and you will be the teacher of the first grade (1) class tomorrow."

"At the same time, activate various hidden tasks."

Isn't Beichuan High School the same high school Chu Xuerou attended?

The next morning, when Chu Xuerou was in school, Zhang Wanlin was also carrying a schoolbag.

She smiled and said, "Why, you also go to school."

Zhang Wanlin snapped his fingers: "That's right."

He told Chu Xuerou about going to Beichuan High School to be the head teacher.

When Chu Xuerou heard it, she touched his forehead first.

"You are sick, why should you be a class teacher if you have nothing to do?"

Seeing her emotional reaction was intense, Zhang Wanlin didn't know, so she asked, "What's wrong?"

Chu Xuerou said truthfully: "Beichuan High School has the worst grade one (1) among so many classes. Disobedience, open absenteeism, and the class teacher has been outraged for several times. You are looking for someone to do the trick. Go, Didn’t you just hit you on the head?"

"Oh, what about this one?"

Zhang Wanlin felt that there was nothing serious about it, so he put it lightly.

Chu Xuerou flew like a scud.

"This is not your little broken shop.

Those students are powerful masters, always trying to rectify their teachers. A few days ago, a teacher was admitted to the hospital.

I'm afraid you are in danger. "

"I am an adult still afraid of those people?

See how I fix them. "

Zhang Wanlin smiled.

"You don't see the coffin or cry, anyway, I remind you, if you don't listen and you must go to self-harm, then it's up to you."

In the first grade (1) class.

Lu Fei made hands and feet on the stool, and then put glue on the chalk.

He said to the other person: "Little fish, are you alright?"

On the other side, Yang Xiaoyu was putting a basin of water between the door frame and the door. As long as an outsider pushed the door open, the basin would buckle on his head, and the water would wet his whole body.

"Okay, okay, everything is ready, I only owe the teacher."

They returned to their seats and laughed.

Lu Zimo, who was in the front seat, was looking in the mirror while putting on foundation, and said casually: "I heard that this time, he is a handsome guy. I can warn you not to offend him too much. If he leaves again.

I broke up with you! "

Lu Fei said: "It's okay, it's okay, he's probably going to resist our ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties."

Many head teachers have been taken away by them, and many times there is no official head teacher in this class.

This gives them a sense of accomplishment, and also enjoys leisure.

Yang Xiaoyu said to Zhang Qiaoyue who was sitting in the middle of the position: "Student Qiaoyue, I can warn you that you are not allowed to tell the teacher in advance, understand?"

Zhang Qiaoyue can be regarded as a clear stream in the class, no matter how noisy or disturbed in the class, she can read and even listen carefully.

So many times, the teacher is not teaching this class, but telling her.

Several times before, Zhang Qiaoyue reported the conspiracy of the bad students to the class teacher, allowing the class teacher to see through the trick, but did not make him complete, causing Lu Fei and others to be a little angry.

But Zhang Qiaoyue is a girl, and their big men can't bully girls, right?

This time Yang Xiaoyu deliberately reminded Zhang Qiaoyue not to be nosy.

In fact, Zhang Qiaoyue would not be nosy, she found that no matter how much she helped, the result would be the same.

The head teacher will still be mad.

She was desperate for this class and could not find any reason to continue.

Therefore, she has discussed the matter with her parents and plans to transfer to another school.

Here, she just had to keep a low profile for a few more weeks.

After Chu Xuerou repeatedly told Zhang Wanlin to be careful, she went to her classroom alone.

Zhang Wanlin wondered, isn't it just teaching, why is it like killing people?

He went to the office with the textbook in his arm.

At first sight in the office is a fresh face or a rare handsome guy.

In Beichuan High School, almost all teachers with older qualifications are teaching, and there are very few young people.

Moreover, there are more women, and the yin and yang are often declining in the office.

Now, when Zhang Wanlin comes, he adds a bright sunny landscape to the gloomy office, especially that smile, which is like the rising sun, radiating warm light in the hearts of the teachers.

Zhang Wanlin is the most unique in this office, because he is the only male teacher.

"I heard that on your resume, all the classes you brought were admitted to world-renowned schools?

How did you manage to be so young? "

Asked a middle-aged female teacher.

She wears professional attire. Although she is middle-aged, the beauty bred by her talent is unspeakable, elegant and poetic at the same time.

Coupled with her own plump and plump curves, it adds a natural temptation.

Her name is Fang Youran, thirty years old, and she is single so far, and she is now the teacher of the second grade (2) class.

"Well, I can't say it clearly for a while."

Zhang Wanlin said.

Under the guidance of a teacher, he sat at a desk.

He was completely unclear about what the system had done before.

But the advanced teacher skills are worthy of the name.

"I'm almost the same age as you, but I'm still a junior teacher. This is the gap..." the young woman beside said.

She has short hair and glasses, and her quiet temperament is lively and weird.

Her name is Luo Yingying, and she is a trainee teacher who has not been here long.

"I am afraid that only a senior teacher like you can cure that class."

An older female teacher said.

"Oh?

Which high school (1) class is it? "

Zhang Wanlin asked.

"Well, I didn't expect Teacher Zhang, you know."

In this class again, Chu Xuerou was talking endlessly in his ear this morning, and she didn't expect the teacher to talk about it.