Chapter 144 Roll Call

After the students had finished their meal, Chen Fang's work was finished this time, but he didn't get his due reward right away because he was complained.

Tucker, the person in charge of the cafeteria, accepted nearly 300 complaints from male students this time.

The reason for the complaint was uneven distribution and gender discrimination, and the main body was the majority of absent male students who were full and went back to sleep.

The middle-aged fat man and Aunt Lin listened, Chen Fang defended himself, and nearly half of the remaining beef dishes were used as evidence.

Chen Fang expressed that he was wronged, and he distributed the food strictly according to the objective conditions of the students, with a fair subjective attitude, and adhering to the principle of not wasting.

Under the premise that food is free and students are of different sizes, there is no so-called uneven distribution, and gender discrimination is even more nonsense. Is it wrong to take more care of female students? You say I take care of female students, I admit it, you say it’s okay to lick dogs, and you say I can’t discriminate, this is a matter of principle.

Are you so shameless that your family made it? Everyone present thought in their hearts.

After all, Tucker is the leader, and he considered things more comprehensively. After asking the chef and how to distribute the food at Chen Fang's site, he came to the conclusion that Chen Fang's actions were extremely beneficial to the cafeteria, and made a judgment on Chen Fang. affim.

Chen Fang is a temporary substitute, which is very convenient for him to work in the future, isn't it.

But this is a ruthless person, Nima, your shaking hands are almost surpassing those of Parkinson's, Tucker looked at it with complicated eyes, and Chen Fang, who was shaking a spoon, thought.

Originally, each dish in the cafeteria was rationed for 500 people, and the back kitchen also kept 100 servings as a spare. Chen Fang trembled and directly helped the cafeteria save half. With such a hand, he doesn't know how much money he can leave for the cafeteria in a month.

Should I renovate the office? A thought floated through Tucker's mind, but he immediately pressed it down.

"Leader, see if you can cash in on the rewards. You promised me before. I will take care of the meals for the first shift." Chen Fang said, he was so hungry that he couldn't die.

Tucker was thinking about something, and he waved his hand and said, "You can eat as much as you want."

Chen Fang was delighted when he heard this, and hurriedly ran to get some food, and then ate with the remaining beef dishes.

After emptying out a rice bucket with two bowls, Chen Fang dragged another rice bucket to eat. After cleaning up all the remaining beef dishes, and dried up the three rice buckets, all the staff in the cafeteria were dumbfounded. Chen Fang hiccupped, waved his sleeves and walked away without a cloud.

When it was over, he brushed off his clothes and left the bowl behind him.

"Next time, don't ask this kind of person to replace you. One meal will make people lose to grandma's house." The middle-aged fat man said with black lines on his face.

"You can't say that, at least his set of operations and the use of masks are worth the price." Tucker has a long-term view.

"Would it? It's just shaking hands. Who wouldn't? It's just that I didn't think about the mask before." The middle-aged fat man said.

Tucker shook his head and said nothing, the middle-aged fat man's words were an afterthought.

Some things or things seem simple, but it is very difficult to think of or make them and use them. This is related to cognition. For example, the fact that hand washing can reduce the probability of getting sick was developed to a certain extent in the mortal era. , it was recognized and popularized; another example is the mask, which appeared very early, but it is often used to cover up the smell. If you didn't see Chen Fang using it today, who would have thought that it can also be used in the cafeteria of?

You may say that I am exaggerating. The use of a mask has not been clearly developed until now. Is it a bit too much?

It's indeed a bit too much, but that's how it is. You just treat people from the Awakening Era who have been hit by a blow to your wits, and you can just let it go.

Chen Fang went back after leaving the cafeteria. He was very happy after earning a full meal. When he returned to his residence, he found that Karen Hesse was at home.

"You have class in the afternoon, why are you back?" Chen Fang asked in bewilderment.

"To get some materials, I originally asked you to help them get them first, but I found that I didn't have your contact information, so I came back to get them myself."

"Leave me a number if you have one, so I can contact you later," Karen Hesse said.

"No." Chen Fang scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"This phone is for you."

Karen Hesse went into her bedroom and searched for a mobile phone. After entering a number, she handed it to Chen Fang and said, "This is my old mobile phone. You use it first, and I will replace it with a new one later."

"Thank you Nei."

Chen Fang was also polite, took the mobile phone and fiddled with it, and found that the function of the mobile phone is quite powerful, comparable to the latest smart phone he had when he was in Blue Star.

"You will go to the academy with me later, I need your help in the afternoon class, and I will go through the entry procedures by the way." Karen Hesse said.

"Okay, I will behave well, I will not embarrass you, and I will be a good teacher."

Chen Fang was a little excited. He was going to be a teacher. Once upon a time, his dream was to be a teacher.

"Teacher? What do you mean?" Karen Hesse looked at Chen Fang suspiciously.

"Isn't the teaching assistant the teacher?" Chen Fang said.

"Haha, you may have misunderstood, the teaching assistant is not the teacher." Karen Hesse shook her head and explained.

The teaching assistant in this world is not the teacher, but the teacher's assistant. To put it bluntly, it is to help the teacher with miscellaneous tasks. For example, in class, the teacher needs a mannequin, and you do it; when you need to dissect a mutant creature, you hold it; When students fight, you are that sandbag.

"..." Chen Fang fainted, it was different from what he thought.

"If you want to be a teacher, you must have a corresponding diploma. Longhua College has very strict requirements on this aspect, and I can't do anything about it." Karen Hesse said.

Well, this is my misunderstanding.

Chen Fang's face turned red, and he wanted to go wrong.

"So what do I need to do this afternoon?"

"In the afternoon, we will analyze the body composition of the nightmare spider, and we need a vivisection. Then you can help me suppress it." Karen Hesse said.

"Can't you be anesthetized?"

"No, it won't be possible to visually observe the reaction of the nightmare spider when it is hurt." Karen Hesse shook her head and said.

Chen Fang's heart shuddered when he heard this. No matter whether it was a researcher from Blue Star or another world, in some respects it was more terrifying than a butcher.

After the two communicated for a while, Chen Fang followed Karen Hesse to the academy, riding Chen Fang's sidecar motorcycle.

As a professor, Karen Hesse rides a sidecar motorcycle. To be honest, this is very unpopular in Blue Star, but in this world without sidecar motorcycles, it is indeed a rare experience.

After entering Longhua College, Karen Hesse led Chen Fang to the personnel department to go through some vague procedures, and formally entered the job as an exclusive teaching assistant.

"At the beginning of today's class, please help me take the roll call and record those who didn't come." Karen Hesse ordered Chen Fang on the way to the class with Chen Fang.

"Uh, roll call, but I may not know some words, what should I do?" Chen Fang said shyly.

"It's okay, I can call my student number if I don't know how to read."

Karen Hesse knew about Chen Fang's semi-literate nature after contacting him, but he didn't care.

"oh."

The class bell rang, and Karen Hesse walked into the classroom with Chen Fang.

There were only about fifty people. Karen Hesse was sorting out the materials on the podium. Under the curious eyes of the students, Chen Fang took the list and began to roll the roll.

"Huang Qiao."

"arrive."

"Miguel."

"exist."

...

"Toyota Eleven."

"arrive."

Chen Fang ordered more than 20 people, all of whom could recognize their names and made no mistakes, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

"The soil must be dregs."

I'll go, the name is fine, I want to see what this person looks like.

Chen Fang raised his head to look, but he didn't see anyone answering, so he called again, and the result was the same.

"Who is number 30?"

Seeing no one answered, Chen Fang could only call out his student number.

"Me!" A well-dressed and handsome man stood up and raised his hand as a signal.

"Hi, my name is Tuddio Zul, I'm not a scumbag, thank you."

The man was not angry at Chen Fang for calling him by the wrong name, but explained it politely.

This world also has multi-syllabic and similar characters, as well as special compound characters. If Dio Zuer writes a little bit more crowded, it is really a bit similar to the soil. With Chen Fang's education level, it may be misunderstood. Inevitably.

The others below laughed wildly.