Friday afternoon, second period, Physics class.

At this usual time, Teacher Ouyang would have abandoned the students and headed to his part-time tutoring class in An City. Unfortunately, now he’s been sanctioned by the school.

Teacher Ouyang is in his forties, afraid to quit his job. One reason is the lack of pension, the other is losing his permanent position; if he goes tutoring again, his credentials wouldn’t look as impressive.

So he had to stay at school to teach physics, then attack the tutoring classes during winter and summer breaks.

He was hoping for peaceful days, but ended up being targeted by the P.E. teacher!

So before class started, Teacher Ouyang specifically explained that this class was about comprehensive dynamics problems, and once missed, he wouldn’t teach it again.

To curb the influence of the P.E. teacher.

When he stepped through the front door of the classroom and scanned with his eyes, sure enough, apart from a few departed art and sports students, all the other students stayed in the classroom.

He was quite satisfied.

However, the noisy sounds in the classroom made him unhappy.

Teacher Ouyang frowned and scolded, "Hasn’t the class bell already rung? Why can I still hear someone talking?"

Cui Yu heckled, "Because, Teacher, you have ears."

Teacher Ouyang stared at him sternly.

After a while, he finally said, "Do you have a problem with me?"

Said as he did, the students of Class 8 thought he was thick-skinned; darn, you’ve been running off to tutor for a year and a half every week, we definitely have a problem with that.

Teacher Ouyang: "If anyone has a problem with me, you can leave directly!" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Wu Xiaoqi hugged a basketball, walked out with a thud and was still very polite: "Thank you, Teacher Ouyang."

From the back row, Gong Jin: "Is he always like this?"

Wang Yong: "His family runs supplementary education materials, with complicated connections."

"No wonder."

Teacher Ouyang held back his anger and looked at Cui Yu, "Do you also have a problem with me?"

Meng Gui covered up, "He definitely has no problem with you, otherwise he would have left directly."

Teacher Ouyang withdrew his pressing gaze; after all, he is a subject teacher with some authority.

He started teaching, operating the projector to display a classic dynamics comprehensive problem of ’a block pushed by an athlete on an ice surface.’

’On a horizontal ice surface, there’s a fixed vertical barrier; a skater at rest facing the barrier has a block of mass M=4.0KG at rest...’

Teacher Ouyang’s teaching skills are not bad, detailed and in-depth, but many students still don’t understand.

For instance, Chen Siyu felt like listening to heavenly scriptures, foolishly wanting to hang herself.

Teacher Ouyang: "This part is relatively simple, as long as you grasp the basic laws of conservation of momentum and energy, and do more problems, you will slowly master this.

His words turned: "Like my son, he’s a year ahead of them, he’s most skilled at physics problems since he was young, he’s now announced a secured spot in 985, with his 1.87-meter tall figure..."

Teacher Ouyang boastfully raved about his son’s glorious achievements.

Suddenly, the afternoon sunlight shone on Lu Qiqi’s nail art, and the refracted light flashed on Teacher Ouyang’s glasses.

Teacher Ouyang glanced at Lu Qiqi, sarcastically: "Some girls, dressed so flamboyantly and doing nail art, are you coming to school to study? I think you’re here to attract attention!"

Lu Qiqi was very angry after hearing this.

She replied, "According to what you said, isn’t Yun Tingting from Class 3 just like me? Your son even confessed to her not long ago."

Teacher Ouyang’s face turned ashen; of course, he knew who Yun Tingting was, playing badminton every day downstairs, for him, from the older generation, simply promiscuous!

He argued, "My son would never date her!"

Lu Qiqi scoffed, "Of course not, because Yun Tingting rejected him."

Teacher Ouyang angrily threw his book and left!

The students were dumbfounded. No way, we lost our teacher?

So what do we do next?

Acting class monitor Wang Longlong shouted, "Chen Qian, do you know this problem?"

Chen Qian’s face showed neither joy nor sadness: "No problem at all."

Wang Longlong was delighted, "Great, you can teach the class then!"

So Chen Qian pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and stood up, like a knowledgeable scholar.

Chen Qian is truly a dedicated scholar; his talent is not particularly outstanding, utterly incomparable to Lin Zida and the others in the top ten of the grade. The knowledge he has acquired came from delving into it bit by bit, so his foundation is very solid, and he can now even touch the score line of Qinghua.

Chen Qian’s ability to explain problems is also pretty good, but that’s all there is to it.

Students like Chen Siyu, the slow-witted type, still couldn’t understand.

However, the other students were very happy; our Class 8 successfully achieved internal circulation once again.

Meanwhile, an angry Teacher Ouyang stormed back to the office and picked up his phone to call his son.

Senior Brother Ouyang was playing basketball on the court; even though he got a secured spot, school wouldn’t start until September. His family’s conditions are okay; his dad, despite the questionable character, made quite a bit from tutoring, so he didn’t need to work a summer job.

His main task now is to get a driver’s license and then hang out at Fourth Middle School, where there are many interesting people, including a girl he likes.

The tall and handsome Senior Brother Ouyang dribbled past others, while the younger female students clapped and cheered, offering water and snacks.

’Ah, life is so wonderful!’ Ouyang felt these months might be the most wonderful period of his life.

Suddenly, a younger female student shouted, "Ouyang, your phone is ringing!"

Ouyang withdrew from the basketball court, answered the call, and received a severe scolding from his dad, being lambasted thoroughly.

Ouyang’s expression turned unhappy, "I can like whoever I want!"

Then he hung up the phone directly.

Teacher Ouyang was so angry steam practically came out of his head.

In the same office, Chen Haiyang, under a head of thick black hair, held a goji berry thermos cup and asked, "Don’t you have a class this period?"