Chapter 145 Can't Afford to Offend, Bear It!

Early in the morning on the 23rd, Ye Wan was woken up by a phone call.

On the other end of the phone, Cheng Liang's voice was anxious, "Ye Wan, have you checked your grades?"

"Today...results?"

Ye Wan took off her phone to look at the calendar.

Cheng Liang: "..."

He heard the sound of the computer starting up.

Then, the keyboard crackled.

Cheng Liang felt his heart jump out of his throat, "Did you see it?"

"Uh……"

Ye Wan scratched her head, "I don't remember the login password!"

Boom!

Hearing the sound of Cheng Liang falling from the chair, Ye Wan asked awkwardly, "Teacher Cheng, are you alright?"

"No... nothing..."

Cheng Liang felt that he couldn't count on Ye Wan.

Otherwise, what is waiting is not a transfer notice, but a critical illness notice from the hospital's ICU.

"You check it first, and remember to fill in the application form after the check. If you are unsure..."

It suddenly occurred to me that Ye Wan's aspiration was only the Imperial Film Academy from beginning to end.

Cheng Liang changed the subject, "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."

The phone hung up.

Ye Wan blinked and changed the login method.

A few seconds later, the page opened, and Ye Wan saw his results.

Hmm, exactly as expected.

...

At the same time, in the office of the teaching office of Mingde Middle School, only the occasional sound of keyboards could be heard in silence.

"How is it, have you come out?"

Seeing the dean in slow motion like a sloth, Cheng Liang wished he could push him away and investigate on his own.

But in the end I didn't dare.

Who would ask someone to sign his transfer application?

I can't afford it, bear it!

When Zhao Yuxiu, the head teacher of the second class, came in, she had a smug smile on her face.

"Mr. Cheng, don't forget to treat the guests to dinner as agreed!"

Cheng Liang's face froze.

At the mobilization meeting before the exam, the head teacher of each class enthusiastically encouraged the students in his class, letting them concentrate on sprinting hard.

At the end of the mobilization meeting, a group of teachers laughed and laughed.

It is said that the highest score of Mingde Middle School this year is in the liberal arts class.

There are better science classes.

If the words were rushed, the head teachers of the two classes were framed.

Cheng Liang and Zhao Yuxiu made a bet, which class had the highest score, and the other would invite all the teachers in the school to dinner.

But walking out of the auditorium, Cheng Liang woke up when the cold wind blew.

He is leading a liberal arts class, how is it compared with a science class?

There are the same papers for language and mathematics, but can the comprehensive and comprehensive essays be the same?

Cheng Liang wanted to cry but had no tears.

But right now, it's too late to say anything.

Treating guests to dinner is a trivial matter.

It is a big deal to continue to lead the class as a disciplinary committee member and work hard.

"Okay, please, please!"

Cheng Liang opened his mouth and said: "Our class results will be checked soon, and we will invite you at noon today. Sichuan cuisine or Northeast cuisine? The Hunan cuisine restaurant outside the east gate of the school is also good, how about it?"

"do not……"

Zhao Yuxiu folded her arms and looked around, "It's rare for Teacher Cheng to treat guests, the class is low, it seems that our teacher Cheng is stingy. If you want to go, go to Sicheng Hotel, Teacher Cheng, how about it?"

Cheng Liang's heart twitched.

Sicheng Hotel is the highest scale of catering in Sicheng.

The banquet with the lowest price in it costs 6888 a table.

Not to mention the teachers of the whole school, even if only those teachers who participated in the gamble that day were invited, at least ten tables would be needed.

And that's not counting drinks.

Is this meal going for a hundred thousand?

With a perplexed look on his face, Cheng Liang raised his eyes and met the wantonness in Zhao Yuxiu's eyes.

If it weren't for him, Zhao Yuxiu might have been transferred to the teaching and research group long ago.

But his teaching achievements and qualifications were there, and he firmly overwhelmed her, so Zhao Yuxiu never got what she wanted.

This is... is it his fault?

He wanted to open his mouth to go back, but Ye Wan's words "Your promotion and salary increase should be stable" popped up in his mind inexplicably, and Cheng Liang blurted out, "Okay, no problem!"

Zhao Yuxiu's smile overflowed immediately.

Cheng Liang's scalp was numb.

Then the dean said: "It's out! Old Cheng, your class results are out!"

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