Chapter 6: The Beauty and the Teacher

  Wen Cheng only then realized that the eagle nose beauty was actually one of the three beauties who rose to fame after Qingyi Middle School, Ning Xiao Ying, also known as Xu Yao's sworn sister and confidante, as well as Gu Wen Yuan's childhood friend. With multiple identities revealed, Wen Cheng could only shake his head in silence, what a mess!

  "Xu Yao, with your temper, are you looking for a coach or are you looking for your mom?"

  Xu Yaobai gave him a glance: "Can't you be less shameless?" The dark and shiny eyes rolled around, chuckling: "Little Cong rarely acts like this, it seems that the last time you made her quite angry..."

  "Hey, your shameless look is very much like mine back in the day!"

  The two of them chatted for a while, and Wen Chen also gained some understanding of Ning Xiaoying. This beauty was nearly 1 meter 73 centimeters tall, with straight and slender legs that left a lasting impression. Especially since she had received professional basketball training, someone like Wen Chen would be no match for her - she could take him down single-handedly.

  But then comes the problem, how can we invite someone to be a coach in such a situation?

  The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and finally Xiu Yao thought of a compromise: "How about I ask her out again tonight and you apologize?"

  Seeing Wen Qian was about to blow up, he immediately put his hands together and bowed: "OK, OK, I'll take care of this, I'll take care of it."

  The next day, as soon as he arrived at school, Ren Yi came over and whispered mysteriously, "Wen Ze, the odds for your match a week later are already out, Mu Shanshan's odds against you are 1:3."

  "Wow, who's so talented?" Wen Cheng couldn't believe it. What era is this? Even high school students are into this? Why didn't he know about it before?

  "Of course it's Liu Zhihe, who else can come and be the guarantor? If we changed to someone else, we'd be fools to give him money!" Ren Yi looked at Wen Qian as if she were an alien.

  "Oh, who is Liu Zhihe? I only know of Stinky Tofu Wang Zhihe..." Even if he were to be humiliated to death by Ren Yi, Wen Qian couldn't help but ask. Someone who could be so awesome at the beginning of school was enough to pique his curiosity.

  "Liu Zhihe is the class leader of Class 5, we came from Minghua Junior High School, and he showed his dominance in the first year, became a champion in the second year, and by the third year, he was famous throughout Qingzhou..."

  "Cough, cough......" The bile that had been suppressed was about to come out. Did you think I'm some kind of Qingzhou Gusi? I could only use my eyes to tell Ren Yi: You little brat, if you keep spouting nonsense, I'll show you what it means to be overbearing! But wasn't Minghua Middle School the one where Zuo Yuxi introduced Li Siqing?

  "Actually, there's only one reason: his old man is the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, so gathering a crowd to gamble isn't against the law."

  Wen Qiang burst out laughing and pointed at Ren Yi, saying: "You little scoundrel, you're a sycophant who tries to please everyone, you're not a good person!"

  Ren Yi lifted his head and puffed out his chest, feeling complacent. What set him apart from others of the same age was the thickness of his skin, so Wen Qian spoke to him in this way, and he would only feel happy, not angry.

  In the morning, each subject teacher took turns to introduce themselves on stage. Wen Can's memories of his high school days gradually became clearer in his mind. He found that all the teachers for Chinese, mathematics, physics, chemistry, politics, history and geography were still the same, but only the English teacher and former class advisor Bi Zhao had changed to the current English teacher and class advisor Ye Yuting.

  What's going on? A small butterfly flapped its wings and only blew Teacher Bi away?

  Teacher Bi, I'm sorry! Wen Qian's tears flowed freely down her face.

  When the chemistry teacher came on stage, Wen Qing raised his head slightly. The only teacher who was good to him in his previous life was this beautiful teacher, Si Jingya, who was already a mother at the age of thirty. In his previous life, Wen Qing had no sense of existence, his grades were average, his appearance was neither handsome nor ugly, and he was not tall or short. He rarely spoke and never caused trouble, and there were only a few teachers in high school who called him by name. Only Si Jingya had paid attention to him for a while, encouraging him to study hard, but soon gave up when she saw that Wen Qing showed no improvement.

  It all started with that chemistry lab class, where we observed the differences between red phosphorus and white phosphorus, as well as the self-ignition experiment of white phosphorus. Wen Ze accidentally knocked over the tray, and Siya Jing happened to be walking by, and the white phosphorus fell onto her skirt and caught fire. Wen Ze was terrified, and in his panic, he used his hands to pat out the flames, touching Siya Jing's lower body all over. The fire was extinguished, but Wen Ze's hands were burned with several large blisters. However, instead of getting angry, Siya Jing was actually moved by Wen Ze's actions, and afterwards, she took extra care of him. Unfortunately, you can't polish a piece of rotten wood, and a year later, she gave up on him.

  Recalling the past, he looked at Siya Jing's eyes with a hint of warmth and tenderness. Thirty years old is a woman's most beautiful season in life, without the greenness of a teenage girl, nor the vulgarity of a middle-aged woman, every move, every gesture, only has infinite gentleness and temptation.

  Xie Yajing wore a silk printed blouse, a thin tight-fitting jeans that outlined her buttocks, along the straight legs all the way to the ankles, unspeakably beautiful and moving. Wen Qian sighed, wrote four words on his notebook: "Jiaben jiaren!" (A great beauty!) Ren Yi leaned over to take a look, puzzled: "What does it mean?"

  "It doesn't matter, you don't understand."

  When all the teachers left, Ye Yuting announced the start of the class cadre election. She specially invited her classmates to actively participate in the campaign and give a speech on stage, and then everyone would vote together to elect the class committee members. This approach, which is commonly used in college, was not only novel when applied to high school, but also immediately stirred up everyone's enthusiasm. Although most people did not have the courage to speak on stage, it did not stop them from cheering loudly like they were pumping each other up.

  In high school, although it is a relatively clean period in life, some people's minds have already developed and started to do things consciously. Wen Ze quickly received two flyers, one named Zhang Tianqi, running for class president, and the other named Ma Gang, running for sports committee member. Perhaps these two days of Wen Ze's performance made them think that this is also a person on the scene, so they handed over the flyer to test the waters and see if Wen Ze was interested in running for this position. If there are conflicts, everyone will negotiate a solution, and if not, please support one or two. Wen Ze smiled and nodded at the two of them, Zhang Tianqi and Ma Gang were overjoyed, and immediately entered the business of canvassing votes.

  Have to say, after yesterday's controversy, Wen Cang, who was once almost non-existent, has gained some subtle speaking power in the third class.

  Ren Yi patted Wen Jian warmly on the back and said, "Whatever you choose, brother will firmly support you!"

  "Choose a fart," Wen Qian said in a low voice: "My class ranking is forty-eight, going to the election isn't looking for abuse?" These days everyone knows that apart from the sports committee, which has no technical content, all other positions require excellent grades. If your class ranking is not in the top ten, you can't even get past the teacher's gate!

  As expected, after a lively session, the ones who took the stage to compete were the top-scoring classmates. Zhang Tianqi was calm and composed, Ma Gang was bold and generous, Li Baoqian was humorous and interesting, Chen Xiaozhen was gentle and soft-spoken, and of course, Ji Susu was elegant and impressive, stunning the whole audience. But what surprised Wen Cang was Zhang Ziyun, that little witch who had only sat at the same table for ten minutes, turned out to have a great voice, singing with clear and resonant tones, sounding very pleasant.

  After the vote, Wen Ze calculated that Zhang Tianqi was the class monitor, Ma Gang was the sports committee member, Chen Xiao Zhen was the league committee member, Li Bao was the health and hygiene committee member, and Ji Su was the academic affairs committee member. These student leaders were exactly the same as those appointed by their previous teacher, Bi Zhao Qian. It's true that gold will always shine through. The only exception was Zhang Zi Yun, who unexpectedly squeezed out An Jing, the former music committee member, and became one of the six student leaders in Class 3. This speed is impressive!

  "Ha!... How interesting!" Wen Xiang glanced at An Jing, who was sitting in the middle of the fourth row with a sulky face, and smiled slyly.

  "What is ticket jumping?" Ren Yi was full of curiosity.

  "Nothing, you don't understand!"

  Ren Yi's face was gloomy.

  Ye Yuting walked onto the stage, inviting the six class committee members to come on stage and stand in a row. Smiling, she said: "After listening to everyone's campaign speeches, I was really surprised - I didn't think that our third class had so many excellent students hidden away! Your performances not only won over your classmates, but also won me over. I hope you can help the teacher make our third class the warmest and most lively in Qingyi Middle School. Thank you all!"

  Ye Yuting didn't mention a word about managing classes or improving grades, making her classmates feel even more affectionate, with thunderous applause that lasted for a long time.

  "Of course, I know that there are also many excellent classmates who, for various reasons, did not come on stage to participate in the election. The teacher does not force it either. Just hope everyone can support the work of the class committee and support the teacher's work, thank you all."

  After finishing, he led the six class cadres to bow together. The young girls who had just been promoted from junior high school had never seen such a scene before, and for a moment, they were a bit stunned. My god, the teacher is bowing to us, isn't this a dream?

  Wen Jian saw the scene suddenly cool down, knowing that Ye Yuting must be a little embarrassed, and strongly holding back his smile stood up, clapping and shouting: "Teacher Ye long live, Teacher Ye is mighty!" No mightiness, no forum, thinking of the past life's affairs in the wine tank, feeling sentimental.

  Ren Yi was quick-witted and immediately stood up, shouting slogans: "Teacher Ye, long live! Teacher Ye, mighty!" But he was still confused, shouting "long live" was understandable, but why shout "mighty"? However, thinking of the two encounters just now, he really didn't have the face to ask Wen Qian why.

  The boys were moved by Wen Qiang's words and dozens of them shouted out at the same time, their voices echoing back and forth in the classroom, creating a spectacular scene.

  For a long time afterwards, whenever people in Qingyi Middle School mentioned Ye Laoshi, they would definitely add "Wan Sheng Wei Wu" after it. Even Principal Yu Mingde joked about it during a meeting: "Ye Laoshi Wan Sheng Wei Wu is even more majestic than just Wan Sheng, haha."

  Wen Qian was the first to stand up, her eyes were sharp, and she immediately saw Ye Yuting who was bending down.

  When others stood up, Ye Yuting had already straightened her waist. This wonderful scene could only be appreciated by one person. It's better to enjoy alone than with the crowd. Of course, our worldview shouldn't be too narrow; we should look at problems dialectically. Sometimes enjoying alone doesn't mean it can only be done by one person, and enjoying with the crowd doesn't mean it can't be done either. Everything is implicit.

  Ye Yuting's face was slightly red, and she looked at Wen Qian with a hint of a smile. She thought for a moment before speaking: "Wen Qian, the teacher thinks you're brave in the face of trouble and unflappable in front of crowds. You should definitely take on some work to help everyone out. Since all the class committee positions are filled, I'll create a special position just for you - Statistical Investigator. Your main task will be to collect opinions and suggestions from your classmates, whether it's about daily life, studies, thoughts, or anything else. You can gather and organize them, then report back to me. I'll discuss and solve the issues with the class committee members. What do you think?"

  You're saying that the older brother has to do everything, but doesn't have any power. In later generations, there's a unified way of describing this kind of person: carrying the black pot and wearing the green hat while watching others fire the big guns - how ruthless!

  At this moment, Wen Xiang couldn't refuse, so he nodded in agreement. No big deal, just go through the motions and slack off. Perhaps seeing through Wen Xiang's intentions, Ye Yuting added: "Of course, it can't affect our studies either. How about this, you have to report at least three to five times a week, what do you think?"

  "What if I can't?" Wen Jian decided to resist.

  "If you can't, then," Ye Yuting's face turned serious, her delicate and beautiful face suddenly had a few points of murderous aura, "the teacher rewards and punishes clearly, if the task is not completed, then you will have to sweep the floor for everyone for a month as a duty."

  "Alright, alright." The room erupted in a cacophony of cheers and applause, with everyone thoroughly enjoying themselves.

  This is a blatant counterattack, this is a naked counterattack. Wen Qing looked at Ye Yuting and detected a hint of a smile in her eyes. Alright, brother admits defeat.

  Where's my ballot? Where's my ballot......