Chapter 40: Professor Yang Lao

"Teacher Zhao. You go there quickly, something serious happened." A teacher hurriedly found Zhao Yanting, who was standing in the back row of students and looking at the phone without speaking.
"Don't find me if something big happens." Zhao Yanting said uncomfortably.
Do you have tempers? I still have a temper.
"Mr. Zhao, something really happened. There is... an expert has come to our school. Go and call your classmate Ye Hao." The teacher panted and shouted.
Zhao Yanting rolled her eyes and said, "No. Who likes to call. Who is calling. Also the expert is here? Then let Vice President Zhou call him."
The teacher looked at Zhao Yanting with a wry smile, and pointed to the back of the rostrum and said: "This time the expert...is different. It is...Yang Yuande and Professor Yang from Jiangnan University in Jiangnan Province!"
"I care about him, Professor Yang, Professor Qian..." Suddenly, the expression on Zhao Yanting's face was taken aback, and she suddenly shouted: "Wait. You are an expert in the mathematics department of Jiangnan University, Teacher Yang Yuandeyang!"
"Yes indeed."
Zhao Yanting immediately put down the phone and ran towards the rostrum without stopping.
At this time, the teachers were chatting with the teachers of Haicheng Middle School, mainly delaying time. Zhou Fuqiang had already sent someone to urge Ye Hao to come.
This should be the third time.
"Ms. Yang." Zhao Yanting called.
Old Yang raised his head and looked over, only to see Zhao Yanting running over with excitement.
"Oh. Xiaoting, why are you here too." Old Yang looked at Zhao Yanting a little surprised.
Zhao Yanting walked to Yang Lao, as if a child had seen a parent who had reunited after a long time: "Mr. Yang, my home is in Haicheng, you forgot. I am now a teacher at Haicheng Middle School."
"Yes, I remember." Old Yang smiled and looked up and down Zhao Yanting: "Yes, not bad. I have grown into a big girl, but this character needs to change, how impatient. Now I'm all a teacher, so I can't do this. "
Speaking of Mr. Yang, his face was pretending to be serious, but kindness can be seen in his eyes.
"Old Yang. Didn't I see you now. You don't even tell me when you come here. I am your student anyway." Zhao Yanting said with a smile.
"I'm here this time, it's not because your Haicheng Middle School has a genius." Yang Lao said and urged Zhou Fuqiang on the side: "Vice President Zhou. Why isn't Ye Hao here yet."
"Uh... wait, wait." Zhou Fuqiang smiled awkwardly.
Director Feng, the mathematics director on the side, pointed to Zhao Yanting and said, "Teacher. Actually, Teacher Zhao Yanting is the math teacher of Ye Hao."
"Oh! Xiaoting, that Ye Hao is in your class?" Old Yang looked at Zhao Yanting in surprise.
Now, Zhao Yanting doesn't know what to say. After all, Ye Hao knows how to do it by herself. Can you say that she taught it?
But at this time, several teachers ran over panting, walked to Zhou Fuqiang's ear and whispered a few words.
Zhou Fuqiang's face is ugly.
When Mr. Yang noticed this, he frowned and asked, "What's the matter? Why hasn't classmate Ye Hao come yet."
"This...this, a little accident, or... Mr. Yang, let me take you to visit our school first?" Zhou Fuqiang had the urge to drag Ye Hao out of the corpse.
First, the police came to praise him, and then a famous school teacher came to see him by name.
It happened that I just said in front of the whole school that I would give him a serious punishment!
God is playing with yourself.
After all, Mr. Yang's age experience was there, and he noticed the strangeness. He looked at Zhao Yanting who was aside: "Xiaoting. What's the matter?"
Zhao Yanting sighed and said helplessly: "Forget it. Old Yang, you should follow me, you'll know when you come."
"That... wait. Mr. Yang, you guys are struggling, I see if you want to take a break first." Zhou Fuqiang's expression changed and he hurriedly wanted to stop.
"No need. We rushed over overnight just to study. After all, our teachers are very short on time. Maybe we will rush back tonight." Yang Laosi did not give Zhou Fuqiang any face, after all, his The identity is there.
Don't talk about a vice principal.
Even if the director of the Haicheng Education Bureau came, he still had to give him face.
Afterwards, a group of people walked towards the back of the teaching building under the leadership of Zhao Yanting.
"Vice principal, what should we do." A teacher murmured as he approached Zhou Fuqiang's side.
"What else can I do. Disband the students first." Zhou Fuqiang waved his hand and forced a smile to follow.
...
"You can leave in twenty minutes." Ye Hao curled his lips and looked at the vast sky with Erlang's legs tilted.
At this time, footsteps came from all around.
Ye Hao waved his hand in disgust and said, "Didn't I say that, I won't go back."
"Ahem... Ye Hao." Zhao Yanting's voice came over.
Ye Hao sat up, and saw dozens of people standing in front of him at this time. Of course, he knew Zhao Yanting, Zhou Fuqiang, and some teachers.
But most of the other people don't know themselves, but the way they look at their own eyes is as if they are looking at a baby with a connoisseur's eyes.
Ye Hao almost got goosebumps.
"This is?" Ye Hao asked in surprise.
"You are Ye Hao's classmate. I am a teacher from Jiangnan University in Jiangnan Province. My surname is Yang. You can call me Mr. Yang, or you can call me Mr. Yang like Xiaoting." Mr. Yang slapped the benevolent first. call.
Zhao Yanting on the side added: "Lao Yang is a famous math teacher in Jiangnan Province. It is also my teacher."
Ye Hao didn't understand the rest, but Zhao Yanting's last sentence, this old gentleman was her teacher.
Ye Hao immediately stood up and bowed respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Yang."
Although Ye Hao didn't regard Zhao Yanting as his teacher in his heart, since this old gentleman died as Zhao Yanting's teacher, he should respect him.
Ye Hao still knows the politeness to be, but it also depends on who it is to.
If it was Zhou Fuqiang, hehe, it would be nice not to roll his eyes.
"Okay, okay. It's something young can do." Yang Lao looked up and down Ye Hao, and said with appreciation.
"That... classmate Ye Hao. Mr. Yang and the teachers from various schools in Jiangnan Province came over to learn from you... to discuss about the test paper you did before. It is not suitable here. I think we should go to the meeting. Go to the room." Director Feng suggested by the side.
Zhou Fuqiang's eyes lit up, and he wished that the things in front of him would pass so easily. But he never expected that what Ye Hao said next would put him in front of all the teachers.
When Ye Hao said this, a joking flashed in his eyes.