After one night, my students became giants

Chapter 1 It's a dream, not a dream

"Tattoo."

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed in the long school corridor.The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the corridor through the window, and the whole corridor seemed to be coated with a layer of blood.

Lu Zhengyang walked in the blood-stained corridor, faintly feeling that something was wrong.

After walking two steps, Lu Zhengyang suddenly realized that it was because the corridor was too quiet.

Although the preparatory bell for the self-study class has already rang once, basically there will be no class that can strictly enforce the order, sit quietly as soon as the bell rings, and voluntarily shut up and do homework.Especially the little bastards in his class, who saw the preparatory bell ringing and hurried to say a few words, you and me, what you heard outside the classroom was buzzing like flies, until the teacher left Even in the classroom, they may not be able to calm down their mouths.

But now, the corridor was so quiet that only the sound of Lu Zhengyang's footsteps remained, and the deliberately light footsteps became louder.

Today the students in his class collectively changed their sex?

Lu Zhengyang quickened his pace and walked to the back door of Class [-] Class [-] Class [-] at the end of the corridor with a clear goal, wanting to take a look at the classroom from the window on the back door.

As a result, just as he poked his head to take a look, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly and he found that the window of the back door had been pasted up with a few pieces of straw paper, and he couldn't see the situation in the classroom at all.

Oh, these little bastards want to rebel?

Lu Zhengyang took two quick steps and came to the main entrance of the classroom. The window of the main entrance was also covered with straw paper.He raised his hand and pushed open the classroom door.

The moment Lu Zhengyang pushed the door open in the extremely quiet classroom, there was a burst of cheers, and there were two bangs, and colorful colored paper sprayed out from the spray tube, covering Lu Zhengyang's body.Some people had quick eyesight and quick hands, and a golden paper crown was directly put on Lu Zhengyang's head.

"Mr. Lu, happy birthday!"

"Brother Lu, happy birthday!"

Lu Zhengyang's gaze fell on the blackboard, on which festive patterns were drawn with colored chalk, the most eye-catching ones were the seven large characters - Happy Birthday, Teacher Lu!The following is written in English, and it is still quite fancy.

Until then, Lu Zhengyang suddenly remembered that today is his 24th birthday.

A few students in class one of the third grade who love to join in the fun have colored paper spray tubes in their left hands, a string of bells in their right hands, and a paper whistle in their mouths. The corners of Lu Zhengyang's eyes twitched slightly.

Compared with these little bastards who seemed to want to bring suona for a while, other students who were introverted or couldn't squeeze into the inner circle were holding colorful balloons, shaking them chaotically, and giggling He said, obviously trying to cheer up these guys.

Lu Zhengyang raised his hand, and slapped the short boy on the head who was bouncing around and blowing the paper whistle, and the end of the colored paper almost blew onto Lu Zhengyang's face.

The sound of the paper whistle, which was like a magic sound, stopped suddenly, and the short boy let out an "ahh", and the paper whistle in his mouth fell to the ground with a "pop", and the man staggered back several steps, his movements were so exaggerated that he wished he could The word "Pengci" is written on the face. .

The short boy looked at Lu Zhengyang with a shocked face, and said in a cadence: "Brother Lu has good internal strength, he is indeed the leader of Class [-] of the third year, and Yin admires him!"

As he said that, the little boy arched his hands and saluted in a gesture of respect.

Lu Zhengyang stretched out his arms, slapped the little boy on the head again, and said, "Shut up, you." Immediately, Lu Zhengyang made a pause gesture to everyone, saying: "Stop, stop, stop bragging Don't shake it, don't forget that it's time for self-study." After a pause, Lu Zhengyang said helplessly: "At least don't affect the self-study of other classes."

"Alright, Brother Lu."

The few students who played the paper whistle and bell chaotically swiped twice, the paper whistle and bell quickly stuffed into the chest of the desk, and replaced it with a round colorful balloon in an orderly manner, and shook the balloon in Lu Zhengyang's hand, to show their innocence.

Lu Zhengyang raised his hand to support the paper crown on his head. Although the image reflected by the glass of the classroom window looked a bit funny, he did not take it off after all.

A large three-layer fruit cream cake has been placed on the podium, and a card made of black chocolate is inserted obliquely on the cake, which says "Fortune is like the East China Sea, life is better than Nanshan." These eight seem to be sent to [-] and up. Auspicious words for the birthday of the elderly.

This time, the corners of Lu Zhengyang's eyes couldn't help but twitched.

Sure enough, it was something the little bastards in his class could do.

Although a little annoyed and helpless, Lu Zhengyang's gaze could not help softening.

Gathered in his class are problem students who are avoided by teachers and students in the whole school. They have their own rebelliousness and non-violent non-cooperation in their study and life, causing a series of troubles for him to deal with aftermath. It's because of his extraordinary talent and his ability to see things openly, but I have to say that these little bastards obviously know what to do.They understand who treats them well, and they don't hesitate to return it.

"Well, this is a very big surprise..." Lu Zhengyang glanced at the chocolate card with "Fortune is like the East China Sea, Shoubi Nanshan", and looked at the students in the class who were holding props and smiling happier than him , I couldn't laugh or cry in my heart, and said: "Although I don't know where you got the information from, but..."

Lu Zhengyang's heart moved, and his expression suddenly became hesitant.

Something is wrong.

Why does he feel that this scene, this mood, and what he is saying are all familiar, as if they have experienced it before?

Lu Zhengyang couldn't help but stop when he thanked him. He vaguely realized something, and then looked at the group of students who were obediently sticking to the chairs and staring at him. Lu Zhengyang couldn't help but shook his head with a smile, and said to himself: "Really , it turned out to be..."

When Lu Zhengyang looked at the crowd again, he changed his words of thanks before, and the words that had been suppressed in his heart since coaching couldn't help but pop out.

He first looked at the gentle and handsome boy with glasses sitting in the last row by the window in the classroom. That was Liu Jiaji, the monitor of his class.

"Squad leader, Jiaji, the teacher knows you are a good boy, don't worry about what other people say, we all know you are very good. You don't need to compare yourself with others, you just need to compare yourself with yourself. Today's self is the same as yesterday's self. For example, progress is a victory in a small stage."

Followed by Liu Jiaji's tablemate Guo Yihang, this kid now has a balloon in one hand and a tortoise shell in the other. Jump.

However, is Teacher Lu an ordinary teacher?

Lu Zhengyang is accustomed to Guo Yihang's fanatical appearance of being obsessed with turtle shells, and said earnestly: "Guo Yihang, the teacher knows that you are very interested in Liuyao, but take it easy, calm down, don't count your feet when you enter the door, The teacher looked tired and flustered. Besides, how good are your fortune-telling skills? I didn’t see in the exam that you got the multiple-choice questions right. At least in the exam, can you think about it yourself? Don’t try to take you Shell counts and counts!"

The class under Lu Zhengyang is a well-known problem class in the whole school, including students with problems that ordinary teachers can hardly imagine. Lu Zhengyang took them for two years, and often thought about it alone. How did the admissions office manage to attract such a group of students? "Talent".

As a teacher, some things cannot be said too bluntly, after all, students also have self-esteem.Moreover, the power of language is slightly weaker than actual actions. That is to say, a thousand words and ten thousand words can make a certain student feel confident, but it is not as good as quietly cultivating the other party's self-confidence in daily learning.

But now, Lu Zhengyang has no more scruples, and he simply vomits freely.

He used practical actions to push these students forward in school, but most of them have families that are holding back. Some parents made a good promise with Lu Zhengyang, while some parents didn't even bother to pretend to be perfunctory, and bluntly handed over their children. Give it to him, beat and scold him as you like.

Is this a problem that can be solved by beating and scolding?

Lu Zhengyang was so angry at the attitude of some parents.

As soon as the conversation box was opened, Lu Zhengyang arranged them in a serpentine shape according to the seats in the class, from the class leader sitting in the last row by the window to the first row near the door, and no one was left behind.

After clearing up the words that had been accumulated in his heart, Lu Zhengyang let out a long sigh of relief, waved his hands, and said, "Have a good time, you guys go."

As soon as the words fell, dark cracks suddenly appeared behind the students who sat on the chairs and listened to the lecture, and the cracks suddenly expanded, like mouths full of blood, swallowing the students in front of them suddenly.

After a while, the classroom was empty again, leaving only empty seats.

Lu Zhengyang looked calm, not at all surprised by the miraculous scene just now.He raised his hand very boldly, scooped out a little cream from the cake, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sweet, sure enough, subconsciously, he liked the birthday cake that these children raised money to buy him, and this liking even spread into his dreams.

Yes, in the dream, Lu Zhengyang was also in the dream for a while before realizing that this scene in the dream happened during the day.

It's just that, 24 hours a day, almost fourteen hours are spent in school, even the dream is a school, isn't it a bit too sad?

"It's better to have a nightmare with Ah Piao." Veteran horror movie lover Lu Zhengyang muttered in a low voice, "At least it's exciting enough. Yes, the school is also a place where horror movies frequently occur, such as hanging ghosts hanging on electric fans..."

"You... uh!"

Just when Lu Zhengyang thought more and more ferociously, a deliberately soft voice came from behind, as if he was afraid of alarming something, but before he could finish his sentence, the voice behind him turned into a muffled groan.

Lu Zhengyang turned around subconsciously, who was he dreaming about again?

As soon as Lu Zhengyang turned his head, his pupils shrank suddenly.He completely subconsciously grabbed the podium with the cream cake on it, and with all his strength, he lifted the podium all at once.

The cream cake on the podium began its slide.

Before the piece of cake slid all the way down the podium, Lu Zhengyang threw the entire podium, and the cake on it, and smashed it at the ghost floating three steps away behind him.

In the dream, he really saw a ghost and his wish came true. Just as he was thinking about the hanged ghost, a hanged ghost appeared behind him.His blood-red clothes were still dripping with unknown red liquid, his long hair, his pale face, red eyes, and jet-black lips, wasn't he just the hanged ghost he had just imagined? !

Lu Zhengyang started to defend himself completely instinctively.