MTL - Fight To the Third Generation-Chapter 7 no martial arts

Su Yehao just left the office.

When he was going out, he accidentally bumped into Linda Yun's colleague, a gentle guy with glasses, about twenty seven or eight years old.

The young teacher, Yang Zibo, graduated from Harvard University.

He is clearly a math genius and holds a doctorate, but he can only come to such a school to teach middle school students.

Of course Yang Zibo knew Su Yehao.

Seeing him and Linda Yun walk out of the office, he was slightly taken aback.

Just at the door, Yang Zibo happened to hear "You are the calamity that I can't survive in this life", and felt a little strange.

He didn't think much about it for a while, then he greeted with a smile and said:

"Master Su, what's wrong again? Teacher Yun has such a good temper, so don't give her any more headaches. Hi, Linda, you are so beautiful today."

Linda Yun seemed a little embarrassed, she quickly retracted the smile on her face, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

After walking a few steps, Su Yehao asked gossip: "Is that guy your suitor? You are so beautiful today, and you can't speak at all. It's clear that you are beautiful every day."

Linda Yun couldn't hold back, she smiled again, patted Su Yehao casually, and said in her mouth, "Mr. Yang is very good, a very honest person, just sent me flowers on Valentine's Day, I just met you at that time. It's been a few days, so getting along has been a little uncomfortable, but unfortunately he's not my type..."

Yang Zibo went to the class earlier, only to realize that he forgot to bring his handouts.

After entering the office, he came out again soon. He happened to see Linda Yun in the corridor, not only smiling, but also reaching out to pat Su Yehao on the shoulder.

There is such a female colleague, and she is still close to the water tower, but she has never had the opportunity to get the moon first.

Yang Zibo has been teased by other colleagues for several weeks.

When I first saw this scene, I inexplicably overturned the vinegar jar, and I couldn't help but think about it.

Mainly because Su Yehao is not simple. Not to mention his wealth, his appearance can be called handsome.

Yang Zibo's personality is a little paranoid because of the inferiority complex of the son of a farmer who grows pineapples on Baodao because of his average family background.

He walked and walked, laughing at himself...

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Back to class.

She is already in her second year of high school. The knowledge in English textbooks is not difficult to say, nor is it easy to say.

Su Yehao flipped through it and found that most of them could. However, if he wanted to achieve a good result in the future, he could not say that he had already grasped it.

After all, it is an aristocratic school. Many of the students in the school have spoken English as their native language since childhood, and their oral conversations are extremely smooth.

In addition, some knowledge has already been returned to the teacher, so he still needs to study it carefully. Overall, this course is not too difficult for Su Yehao.

Go back to class with a group of teenagers.

This lack of material and life pressures, as well as his endless longing for the future, made Su Yehao calm and relaxed. Even his old man's investment failure did not affect his good mood at the moment.

Basically, the whole course is taught in English. Linda Yun, as a Chinese-American, has no problem speaking.

Listening to her class, Su Yehao casually flipped through the previous textbooks, it was really new.

Anyway, I'm sitting in class, why don't I continue to study.

He listened carefully to the class and took notes.

Linda Yun, who was standing on the podium, smiled comfortably when she saw it, but she didn't know how long she could hold on...

The next table.

Last night, Huang Zewen, who was scolded by his father in front of his head when he got home and was scolded by his father, was lying on the exquisite desk to sleep at this time.

Huang Zewen also doesn't need to worry about further studies. His parents have already helped him connect with an Australian university. Even if he has passed, he is still having fun, and there is no pressure at all.

Meimei had a good night's sleep. She slept for more than half an hour.

At this moment, Huang Zewen was dozing off. He opened his eyes in confusion, the indentation on his face was still there, and his hair was curled up.

look around.

The teacher is still in class, and there is no arrest by the director of the school's academic affairs office outside. Everything is normal.

In a daze, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and once again looked at Su Yehao, the mortal enemy next to him!

For a moment, Huang Zewen's eyes almost popped out!

Not for anything else.

Just because Su Yehao was actually listening to the class, and he was holding a pen... making notes! ?

The tails of two thousand-year-old cranes.

Usually, the test has always depended on luck to decide who is the second to last and the last one of the grade.

Suddenly found that Su Yehao was listening to the class and taking notes, how could Huang Zewen not be shocked! If I remember correctly, looking back on the past two or three years, today is the first time I saw Su Yehao taking notes! !

This made Huang Zewen extremely surprised. He couldn't believe what he saw with his eyes. He silently told himself that he must be painting or writing a love letter.

She suffered until the end of get out of class.

Huang Zewen stood up decisively, took a peek at Su Yehao's desk, and saw the English notes on the notebook, neat, beautiful, and organized.

The second generation was in a mess immediately, and said silently: "Your sister, you are secretly working hard while Lao Tzu is sleeping!"

No way, Huang Zewen had to be afraid.

Although he is ruthless, his father is even more ruthless. He used to be able to use Su Yehao as a backer. In case Su Yehao's grades take off... Just thinking of his old man's belt, Huang Zewen shuddered and beat him hard!

He really couldn't believe it. He glanced at Su Yehao's notebook again. This time, Huang Zewen covered his eyes and felt that his future was bleak.

He continued to narrate: "Death to the street! Don't talk about martial arts..."