Shocking the World: Starting from Rural Teachers

After the last class in the morning, Xue Qiang specially asked Guan Zihan to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

The two finished their meal and found a place to sit down. Xue Qiang asked, "Did you go back and tell your parents about the shift change?"

"I said it, but my mother didn't take it to heart."

Guan Zihan resigned himself to his fate and said, "In my mother's eyes, I'm just a child who doesn't understand anything, and she won't listen to anything she says."

"Well, yes."

Seeing Guan Zihan's weak character, Xue Qiang probably couldn't communicate with his mother.

After thinking about it, he said, "Call your mother and ask her to come over after get off work. I'll wait for her at school and talk to her about your affairs."

"Can the teacher really persuade her?"

Guan Zihan looked at Xue Qiang with some anticipation in his eyes.

Because she and Xue Qiang walked relatively close, the classmates in the class isolated her more and more.

Originally, Guan Zihan couldn't integrate into this class, but now it made her feel more and more uncomfortable, and she felt tormented when she went to school every day.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Xue Qiang looked at Guan Zihan's dinner plate, there were only some vegetables, and said angrily, "Why do you only eat so little?"

"Teacher, I'm losing weight."

Even if Guan Zihan doesn't have a good relationship with the girls in the class, he will still be influenced by them.

Recently, there has been a wave of monsters on the Internet. Adult women wear children's clothes to show that they are thin enough.

The girls in the class are all losing weight, and they want to put on children's clothes to take a photo and post it on the Internet.

"It's the stage of growing your body, lose your fat."

Xue Qiang put the chicken legs on his dinner plate to Guan Zihan: "Eat hard!"

"Thank you, teacher."

Guan Zihan lowered his head and attacked the drumstick fiercely.

Xue Qiang's own chicken legs were gone, so he got up to buy two more, and met Yang Qinglu who was cooking.

"Eh? Teacher Yang came to the cafeteria to eat again?" Xue Qiang greeted.

"Teacher Xue, I have something to discuss with you."

Yang Qinglu tried her best to make her expression more natural, pretending to be relaxed.

"Okay, let's chat while eating."

Xue Qiang bought two chicken legs and came back to sit down with Yang Qinglu.

"Teacher Yang."

Seeing Yang Qinglu, Guan Zihan hurriedly wanted to get up.

"Don't be so polite, eat well."

Yang Qinglu gently put her hand on Guan Zihan's shoulder, and sat down beside Guan Zihan.

"Mr. Yang, is there anything you want to discuss with me?"

Xue Qiang picked up a chicken leg and took a bite. Seeing that there were only some vegetables in Yang Qinglu's dinner plate, he generously gave her the other chicken leg.

"I'm growing up, why lose weight!" Xue Qiang said carelessly.

"..."

Yang Qinglu was about to speak, but was speechless by Xue Qiang's actions.

"Tell me, Teacher Yang." Xue Qiang asked, "Didn't you have something to discuss with me?"

"Well, that's it."

Yang Qinglu organized the language and said, "I want to increase the daily Chinese class to two."

"Oh?" Xue Qiang asked in confusion, "Why?"

"I feel that the students in the class are a little poor, and I want to increase some class hours."

Yang Qinglu paused for a while, then lowered her head to tie the braised chicken legs on the plate with her chopsticks, and said, "Also, Mr. Xue's seven classes a day is too hard, and I want to lighten Mr. Xue's burden."

"No problem, Mr. Yang, you can take eight Chinese lessons a day if you want."

Xue Qiang didn't care.

Right now the only student in the class who is studying is here, and she will be changing classes soon.

In terms of teaching, Xue Qiang has completely let go.

Anyway, whether or not these students go to college has little impact on their lives.

Now Xue Qiang focuses on educating people, helping them establish correct values, and pulling them back from the wrong path.

"..."

Yang Qinglu was speechless again, always easily aroused by Xue Qiang.

During the two days of the weekend, Yang Qinglu locked herself in her room and lay in bed with insomnia all day and night.

As soon as you close your eyes, Xue Qiang's hateful face will appear in your mind.

"Then, the second class in the morning and the second class in the afternoon every day."

Yang Qinglu worked hard to stabilize her mind.

"Ok, deal!"

Xue Qiang gnawed on the chicken leg, and said indistinctly, afraid that Yang Qinglu might not hear clearly, so he made a gesture.

"You both ate the drumsticks."

Xue Qiang urged and supervised the two beauties to eat the chicken legs, showing a satisfied smile.

After dinner, Xue Qiang and Yang Qinglu returned to the office together.

At noon, all the other teachers went home for dinner, and they were the only ones left alone.

Xue Qiang sat slumped on a chair, swiping his phone in boredom.

Yang Qinglu sat across from her and pretended to be preparing lessons, but her peripheral vision was always on Xue Qiang.

The air was suddenly quiet, which made Xue Qiang feel a little embarrassed, and casually chatted with Yang Qinglu.

"How old is Teacher Yang this year?"

"22 is old."

"Oh, one year older than my partner."

"..."

"How tall is Teacher Yang?"

"1.6 meters two."

"Hi, exactly one centimeter shorter than my partner."

"..."

"Mr. Yang, how much do you weigh?"

"Mr. Xue, you don't know how to chat, so don't force it."

"Ha, I'm also afraid of embarrassment."

Xue Qiang smiled, seeing that Yang Qinglu seemed really upset, so he stopped this boring conversation.

"Mr. Xue, Mr. Yang, good afternoon!"

Xu Jianbo was the first to arrive at the office, with an ambiguous smile on his face: "It's just the two of you at noon."

"Yes, Teacher Yang will have classes in the afternoon from today on."

Xue Qiang was still staring at the phone screen, when a call came in, showing that it was Wei Shixing.

"Hey?"

"Mr. Xue, come to my office."

"Oh, okay."

Xue Qiang hung up the phone, thinking that maybe Wei Shixing was going to make a fuss about what happened yesterday.

"Mr. Yang, why don't you come to the first class this afternoon."

Xue Qiang stood up and said, "I have to go to Principal Wei."

"Oh, good, you go."

Yang Qinglu stared blankly at Xue Qiang walking out of the office, and asked a little strangely: "What did Principal Wei ask Teacher Xue to do?"

"Maybe it's because of what happened on Friday." Xu Jianbo said.

"What happened on Friday?" Yang Qinglu asked.

"That's right, Teacher Yang wasn't at school when the accident happened on Friday."

Xu Jianbo said happily: "Last Friday, a group of thugs from outside the school rushed into the teaching office and beat up Director Xiang."

"The beating was miserable. After being sent to the hospital, he was sent directly to the intensive care unit. When I visited the hospital on Sunday, Director Xiang hadn't passed the critical period yet."

Xu Jianbo shook his head and sighed in admiration.

"Oh."

Yang Qinglu lacked interest and was indifferent to Xiang Shengzhi's beating.

"Mr. Yang, do you know why those people called the director?"

Xu Jianbo originally wanted to wait for Yang Qinglu to ask, but Yang Qinglu didn't ask after waiting for a while, so he had to ask by himself.

"I do not know."

Yang Qinglu lowered her head and wrote the lesson plan, but only answered politely.

"That group of people came to the school. They were going to beat Teacher Xue, but they mistakenly identified Director Xiang as Teacher Xue!" Xu Jianbo said.

"what?"

Yang Qinglu was startled, and the gel pen in her hand broke with a click.