Super Teacher

0Director Yang woke up. The nurse measured the basic parameters of his body and found that except for his body temperature, everything else was normal. This made the attending doctor admire Wang Feng and his medical skills.    0

    

Since Director Yang was fine, the nurses prepared to move Director Yang out of the ICU and into the ordinary ward.    

    

A nurse was about to throw away the medical waste when the attending physician shouted, "Wait!"    

    

The nurse held the trash can in her hand and looked at the attending doctor in surprise, "Doctor Cai, what are you trying to do?"    

    

Doctor Cai didn't care about the garbage in the bag. He directly picked out a piece of cotton wool covered in powdered medicine with his hand.    

    

In the eyes of the nurse, this dirty cotton was the same as fake medical garbage, but as if he had found a treasure, Doctor Cai was overjoyed. "Haha, there really is one!"    

    

Dr. Tsai carefully put the cotton in the bag and walked away happily.    

    

The nurse couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Can anyone tell me what happened to Doctor Cai?"    

    

Wang Feng indeed had something to hurry back to school for, because after the third period in the afternoon, there would be the Emissary Gathering for the three years, so the entire year's class would have to be concentrated on the sports field.    

    

Although the high school students had already passed the age where they needed the teacher in charge to be a babysitter, the high school class eight was different.    

    

The head teacher they needed was not a nanny, but a supervisor.    

    

Before Wang Feng became class teacher, no more than ten students of the eighth grade attended morning exercise every day.    

    

The other classes were arranged neatly. Only a few students from the eighth class were on the field, weakly twisting their arms and legs. The grandma and grandpa who were practicing in the morning were even more spirited than them.    

    

Actually, these students didn't want to come. If none of the students were going to come, Director Zhou from the Education Bureau would come over to give a long speech, making them very annoyed. So everyone would take turns going for a day to deal with it.    

    

Director Zhou couldn't do anything about them. As long as someone arrived, it would be fine. Everything else wasn't that important.    

    

However, since Wang Feng had arrived, the number of morning exercises for the eighth class had obviously increased. They were almost all full time.    

    

If they didn't do morning exercises, Wang Feng would come to the class and perform mourning, inflicting all kinds of mental ravages on them.    

    

Even if they left the class, it would still be no good. If he found out that someone did not do morning exercises, he would even play a lament in the English class. It would simply be a killing move of his, with no exceptions.    

    

It's not like doing morning exercise is a big deal anyway, so just go.    

    

Therefore, whenever there was a collective activity, Wang Feng would be present at the scene. This way, the attendance rate of Class 8 would be guaranteed.    

    

When Wang Feng returned to school, the third period had just ended. Students from the three years of high school came to the sports field one by one.    

    

There was a very eye-catching banner hanging right above the platform: Ten years of hard work in exchange for a victorious victory, several years of hard work in the final month of June.    

    

Under the banner was a row of tables and chairs, and on them were the names and names of each of the school leaders.    

    

Wang Feng was standing in front of his class. Although the students of the eighth class were moving slowly and awkwardly, they were still in time. At least they were able to line up before the school director took his place.    

    

Grade Dean, who had been in charge for three years, was standing on the stage. He started to speak with an impassioned tone …