The opening ceremony was successfully held under the witness of the whole village and all the parents of the children.

After the crowd dispersed, Qu Qing walked into the school with forty children. Qu Qing arranged places for the students according to their heights and heights. Finally, there was one place left by the window. He waved to Hua Zizhou, who was watching outside.

Hua Zizhou pointed to himself with a puzzled face, and after Qu Qing nodded, he walked in cautiously.

"Student Hua Zizhou, go there." Qu Qing pointed to the empty seat at the last table.

Hua Zizhou's eyes widened all of a sudden, and finally, under the encouragement of Qu Qing, facing everyone's gaze, he walked crampedly to sit down, still not believing what happened at this time in his mind.

Originally, Qu Qing had never mentioned the matter of making him a student, and it had never been mentioned to him on the list, so he had no idea about it for a long time.

The children in the classroom looked curiously about where they would study in the future.

Qu Qing clapped his hands, successfully getting everyone's attention to himself on the podium.

"Today is the first day, this class is not in class, let's get to know each other first, no matter what gender, age, height, all students will be classmates in the future, and I hope everyone can get along well in the future. Let's introduce each other."

Afterwards, Qu Qing followed the general opening process, and asked everyone to stand on the podium to introduce them, stumbling and stumbling, but they managed to continue. Qu Qing also got a preliminary understanding of these students, most of them were rural children who had not seen much of the world. .

After that, Qu Qing took out a box from the cabinet on the side and said to everyone: "Most of our students here don't need pen and paper. The teacher felt that this was not the way to go, so he made a library and sent it to everyone. There is a pen, a small bamboo bowl for holding ink, and a bamboo stick with everyone's name written on it. Students who don't have paper in the future will let their parents use bamboo as a writing tool. I hope the students can cherish it. ."

After saying that, they said their names one by one, and the children were very happy.

Then he read the names one by one and sent the things down.

For a time, even the classmates who had pen and paper began to feel a little envious.

But then Qu Qing sent bamboo sticks with his name on them to the rest of the people, and everyone took them in their hands.

Hua Zizhou has never heard his name. When Qu Qing was reading his name, he was so nervous, but seeing that almost everyone was called, he still didn't reach him. He couldn't tell what it was like. Thinking, Qu Qing let himself take this position, is it a temporary initiative, so he actually has nothing?

"Hua Zizhou." Qu Qing's elegant voice sounded in the classroom.

Hua Zizhou, who was thinking wildly, took a second to react, and immediately stood up: "Here."

Qu Qing motioned him to go up, and then handed him a complete set of brand-new writing tools.

When Hua Zizhou took it down, his classmates exclaimed, why is his pen better than everyone else's?

Someone next to him said, "Stupid, he is Mr.'s brother. Of course, Mr. paid for the pen."

Hua Zizhou hung his head down, blushing hot.

The first class ended successfully, Qu Qing let everyone move freely, rest for a while, and then went to the storage room next to him. Seeing this, Hua Zizhou stood up and chased after him.

"Why?"

Qu Qing brought out the "textbook" to be distributed in the next class. In fact, it was about forty chapters of paper. Everything on it was handwritten by Qu Qing.

He asked Hua Zizhou, "Why why?"

"I'm just a brother, and it's useless to read."

Qu Qing smiled and said, "It's useless, but I hope you can learn more, it's not a bad thing."

Qu Qing's voice was so gentle that it was heart-warming, and Hua Zizhou somehow vaguely said that he wanted to be the best student in this class.

This also indirectly created the theme of most of the main activities of his "nightlife" in the future - make-up lessons.

As for what kind of situation it will turn into after making up the postscript, who knows?

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