Other than the leaders of each department, the rest of the ordinary teachers also did well. There were 28 people who scored above 90 points, 65 people who scored above 80 points, and 5 teachers who scored above 70 points.
"Overall, the teachers of the academy did well in this exam. This shows that they have worked hard this month! Later, I'll have to trouble Mr. Yan to inform them that the results of this exam will be included in the year-end assessment. Teachers who scored below 80 points are not allowed to rest on weekends for the next month. Continue to recharge, oh, no, continue to study the teaching materials of this subject! "
Li Zexuan said as he handed the report card to Yan Silu.
Yan Silu was stunned. "Included in the year-end assessment? This … Yamachō, you didn't tell them before ~! "
Li Zexuan smiled faintly. "Why should I tell them? Since I'm a teacher of Yanhuang College, I have to treat everything seriously. Whether it's included in the year-end assessment or not, I have to treat everyone equally! I can't take the exam just for the sake of the exam ~! "
Yan Silu instantly understood Li Zexuan's intention. He couldn't help but praise, "Wonderful! Wonderful! I didn't expect Yamachō to be able to use the human heart to treat people at such a young age. I'm impressed ~! "
"Using the human heart to treat people? Old Man Yan's analogy is quite appropriate! "
Li Zexuan sighed in his heart. Then, he said, "Mr. Yan, you flatter me. I'm just following my heart. I don't have such a profound plan! Since the exam is over, Mr. Yan, you can arrange for the departments to start preparing for the normal classes! I won't disturb you ~! "
"Mm! I'll do it as soon as possible ~! "
Yan Silu replied.
Li Zexuan nodded, then turned around and went out to find Lan 'er.
.....
In the evening.
The bell rang to signal the end of the school day. In the principal's office, Li Zexuan habitually got up to pack his things and prepared to go home for dinner.
There was a series of knocks on the door, followed by Cheng Chumo, Li Tai, Li Chengqian, and the others. Zhangsun Chong, Fang Yizhi, and Chu Yanfu were among them.
"Hey, Yamachō, didn't we agree to play football after school? Why are you running away?"
Who else but Cheng Chumo would dare to speak to Li Zexuan so rudely? However, this guy knew that he had to protect Li Zexuan's dignity as a Yamachō in front of others, so he didn't call him by his name. Instead, he called him Yamachō.
Li Zexuan was speechless. He did say that they would play football after school, but he said that they would play football after dinner! These f * cking bastards obviously didn't even eat before coming over to harass him. They were really so focused that they forgot to eat and sleep! They weren't this enthusiastic when they were studying.
"Run your ass. I'm going home for dinner. Why are you saying that I'm running away?"
Li Zexuan said angrily.
Cheng Chumo took two steps back and laughed, "I'm just kidding, hehe! Besides, we haven't eaten yet. Yamachō, are you not embarrassed to eat by yourself? "
"Eating and drinking is a matter of course. Why would I be embarrassed?"
Li Zexuan said lightly.
Li Chengqian saw that Cheng Chumo was making things worse, so he took over the conversation and said, "Xiaoxuan, you can go back to eat first. As for that ball, I wonder if you can lend it to us to play with?"
This kid finally spoke like a human. Li Zexuan nodded and took out the black and white football from under the table. He handed it to Li Chengqian and said, "You guys can go ahead and play.
When I go down later, I'll ask Mo Zhong and the others to move the net to the sports field. I'll teach you guys how to play after I go home and eat! "
Li Chengqian took it, but Cheng Chumo said smugly, "Hey! Yamachō, you're looking down on us! Take me for example. I've been playing since I was six years old. You actually said that you're going to teach us how to play, haha! "
Li Zexuan couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with this guy. He rolled his eyes and said, "You won't say that when the time comes." Then he left the office.
"Hey! What do you mean? Yamachō, you have to be clear! "
Cheng Chumo asked with some dissatisfaction, but he didn't get any answer at all.
"Hey, what do you mean? Yamachō, you have to be clear! "
"Clear my ass! If you want to play, then don't play. If you don't play, then we'll play. Damn it! "
Li Tai took the football from Li Chengqian's hands and said angrily.
After listening to Li Zexuan say "damn it" for so long, he finally had the chance to test it on someone else. It felt so good!
Cheng Chumo was furious. "F * ck! Qingque, why are you talking to Xiao Xuan now? F * ck, wait for me! "
…
Half an hour later, Li Zexuan had dinner in the courtyard and went to the sports field of the academy.
Because it wasn't appropriate for him to do strenuous exercise after dinner, he didn't eat much at night. What? You're saying that a martial arts grandmaster can feel hungry? Isn't that nonsense? A martial arts grandmaster's legs were just a little awesome. He wasn't a god, so of course he would feel hungry!
At this time, on the sports field, Cheng Chumo, Li Tai, and Li Chengqian were playing in full swing. However, Li Zexuan had never seen them play like this before. It wasn't even played like this in period dramas!
The few of them kicked the ball in front of each other, and the side who received the ball had to pass it to the other side before it fell to the ground. It seemed that the purpose of this style of play was to kick the ball back and forth so that the ball would never fall to the ground!
(Actually, the scientific name of this style of play was White Hit.)
Although this style of play lacked competitive spirit and looked boring, it still tested the ability of a player's legs.
After all, to make the ball never fall to the ground, strength, angle, and timing of the kick were all indispensable!
What surprised Li Zexuan was that Li Tai, this damn fat otaku, could actually walk a few rounds between Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Baolin. Looking at the way he played the ball, it looked like he had some form of play. It didn't match his previous fat otaku image at all!
"F * ck, Cheng Chumo, why are you using so much strength? Who the f * ck can catch this kind of ball? F * ck you, this ball is yours! "
"F * ck! Sun Zifan, did you not eat dinner? You pass the ball like a girl! This ball is yours, f * ck you ~! "
Li Zexuan was speechless. This little fatty kept saying "f * ck you" and "f * ck you". Where did he learn this from? Why did he sound so similar to the young lady in "Chen Xiang 6: 30" in his previous life?
This kid, in my opinion, other people shouldn't call him Wei Wang. They should call him Sister Wang in the future!
Li Zexuan mischievously thought in his heart.
"Okay, stop. I'll teach you the real way to play football!"
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