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So began the life of a loving couple.

However, there was still some awkwardness between the two of them. Occasionally, he would meet a villager who had good intentions in mind.

"Little Meng, you husband, be careful that you don't pass!" Helping your wife would only fake it! This won't do. "

When Wen Zhizhi heard these words, her ears would often turn red. When teasing people, they would say a few more words, which would then spread to her neck and to other places that Meng Qingyang didn't dare to look at.

Therefore, Meng Qingyang would slowly straighten up and use a little bit of strength to grab Wen Zhizhi's wrist whenever the two of them left the room. The soft skin on his finger would always make Meng Qingyang feel that it was not enough! The idea that he must make her like him was growing stronger in his mind.

Soon, the opportunity came.

Wen Zhizhi had previously taught the third grade and the second grade alone. Usually, the third grade's class lasted half a day here and the second grade's class lasted half a day there. The second grade's class was followed by the third grade's class.

After persisting for a month, Wen Zhizhi realized that something was wrong!

The learning efficiency of the two classes was not high!

Especially in the second grade, there were still a few young mischievous kids. In the classroom with Wen Zhizhi, they were as quiet as chickens.

Once Wen Zhizhi went next door to the third grade, they began to be restless. The efficiency of self-study in half a day was better than going home and having your grandparents hold on to it for an hour.

Therefore, Wenzhi learnt the method of the old teacher.

to bring all the students together in a large classroom. Second grade on one side and third grade on the other.

In the second year of the class, the third year was taught on the other side; in the third year of the class, the second year of the class began to do its homework.

As a result, the efficiency had increased a lot, but Wen Zhizhi was also very tired.

In the past, she had been able to take advantage of the time when she was arranging class assignments or group discussions to rest and sit on her hammers.

But now, she was going to check the results of her second year's study as she completed her class assignment in the third grade.

Two busy lives, quickly let Wen Zhizhi's energy is not as before.

Meng Qingyang didn't realize it was the school's problem at first. He thought it was the lack of nutrition.

She had a lot of exotic foreign fruits flown by air and forced Wen Zhizhi to eat a few a day with her mother, but she was still not feeling better.

Until that day, Meng Qingyang decided to stay at the school on a whim to see how Wen Zhizhi would teach the primary school students.

With a single glance, he could tell that something was amiss.

Wen Zhizhi thought that no one was paying attention to her hammering leg in class, and she would occasionally punch her shoulder and punch her back. Frequent and unconscious.

Meng Qingyang knew that this was due to him not being able to rest well.

He wanted to get someone to arrange for a teacher to teach him.

However, when he thought about it, the teaching teacher had come. Although Wen Zhizhi's task was light, the children and villagers' respect for Wen Zhizhi was also going to be split up.

Then, as he imagined, the future of Wen Zhizhi relying on her teaching to establish a firm foothold here and build a network of people would be greatly reduced in practical terms.

Thus, the branch teachers were not allowed to attend!

What could he do?

Just as he was about to go to sleep, someone brought him a pillow. Meng Qingyang had an idea!

The third grader, the only boy in the village who could be said to wear glasses, came up to Wen Zhizhi with an Olympiad.

Meng Qingyang looked at Wen Zhizhi lightly with her brows furrowed and the corners of her mouth drooping, as if she was in a difficult situation. He really wanted to stand up and shout, "Teacher Wen, let me do it!"

"Teacher Wen, I want to watch it too!" A clear and melodious voice rang out. Meng Qingyang thought he had spoken his mind.

When he focused his attention, he saw that it was a young girl wearing glasses over at the second grade.

Meng Qingyang looked at Wen Zhizhi and let out a soft breath. Then, he walked toward the girl with light footsteps.

"Erya, what do you want to see?" Wen Zhizhi asked the girl called Erya in a light tone.

"Teacher, my cousin also had the book Big Brother Da Niu showed you!" I want to see it too! " Erya solemnly said to Wen Zhizhi. However, her large and adorable face, coupled with her serious expression, made it easy for people to ignore her language.

"Hmm? Wouldn't it be better if he had a cousin? When your cousin comes to see you or you go to your cousin's house as a guest, you can find your cousin and continue reading this book. The book just now belonged to Big Brother Daniu. You can't casually take it. " When she got used to being a primary school teacher, Wen Zhizhi's speech now carried a sense of educating people.

"But my cousin wouldn't let me touch her book. The last time I went to her house to play, she closed the door and ignored me! " The young and tender words were filled with grievance. It made Wen Zhizhi sob again.

As soon as Zhang's mother came home from school, she greeted the two of them for dinner. Wen Zhizhi put the bag in her hand in the living room. Meng Qingyang saw that there was a familiar number of Mystical Energies book in the bag.

After dinner, Wen Zhizhi took out the Obscure Book, opened one of the pages, took out a pencil, and began to study it carefully. Slowly, Wenzhi's head began to drop lower and lower, almost to the point of smelling books.

Meng Qingyang looked closer and found that the girl was already dozing off.

Meng Qingyang took out his phone to quickly calculate the number after carefully looking at the Arcana question. He finally figured out an answer.

He didn't want to touch the book that was about to be pressed down by the Wenzhi Sesame.

"He checked the original answer this morning." Hm! It was exactly the same! "It seems like I haven't even aged yet." Meng Qingyang praised himself in his heart, then he thought about how Wenzhi would persuade Wenzhi to agree to follow her to the school.

He went into the room and took a small blanket, which he carefully placed over her. Then, he sat down beside her and stared blankly at her peaceful sleeping appearance.

When Wen Zhizhi woke up, she found that Meng Qingyang was smiling while pointing at the math book in front of her. That rogue smile reminded Wen Zhizhi of those arrogant and adorable boys in high school physics class!

"Zhizhi, I think your energy is limited, how about I accompany you to the school for a lecture? My math is pretty good! " Meng Qingyang didn't tease her too much. Instead, he quickly handed her the 'stairs'.

"Alright, you teach math." Unexpectedly, without any hesitation, Wen Zhizhi agreed to give him the teaching task.

It seems like the netizens often used "your math is taught by a language teacher" to ridicule the math dregs. This was also for a reason they could be held accountable.

In this way, the "husband and wife" of the branch of education spread throughout the four villages and eight villages.

Meng Qingyang also began his career as a village teacher, sideline: Teacher Wen's escort.

On the first day of math class, all the girls in the second and third grade were full of enthusiasm and respect for this handsome math teacher. Of course, that was something to be said later.