After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Students wearing three different school uniforms ran past her, and some stopped to greet her.

"Good morning, Teacher Chen."

Whenever this happened, Teacher Chen would respond with a smile and sometimes ask students to run slower.

She is 47 years old this year and is also a person who loves beauty. She has curly hair and wears a gray printed long skirt, a black sweater and a women's suit.

Dignified and elegant.

The canvas bag on my back contained the test papers I corrected last night.

"Teacher Chen, there's a delivery for you."

When she reached the school gate, the security guard, Old Sun, called her.

Teacher Chen was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Ok."

"Teacher Chen, you've bought a lot of teaching materials recently!"

Old Sun likes to chat with everyone he meets, and he chatted with them while picking up the express delivery.

"It's not teaching material, it's a book sent to me by a graduated student."

"From a graduated student? That's really rare. I've been guarding the gate here for over ten years, and this is the first time I've come across one. Which student?"

Old Sun found the express delivery and gave it to Teacher Chen.

"That's the guy who got into Peking University last year."

"Oh, that's the guy. I know, I know. His last name is Lu, right? I heard he writes really well and was even featured in the newspaper."

Less than half a year had passed since graduation from high school, and Old Sun was already deeply impressed by the only top student from No. 3 Middle School who had graduated from Peking University in the past ten years. After all, the long congratulatory banner hanging at the school gate was not removed until the start of the school year.

"Yes, it's him, his name is Lu Qingfeng."

As he spoke, Teacher Chen opened the package and revealed a book inside.

The cover is sky blue, with twinkling stars and a little boy drawn in pencil gazing into the distance alone.

Above is the title of the book "The Blue Other Side", and below is the author's name: Lu Qingfeng.

Teacher Chen showed a gentle smile on his face. This child has published a new book.

Not counting the magazines that published his short stories, this is his third published book this year. It's amazing that he always remembers to send me a copy of these magazines and books when they go on sale.

Teacher Chen felt very warm in his heart.

"Hey, the author's name is the same as the student's name you just mentioned!"

Old Sun had good eyesight and could see the words on the book clearly from a distance.

“He wrote it.”

Teacher Chen felt quite proud.

"Oh my, what a great writer! You're truly amazing! Teacher Chen, you're such a great Chinese teacher!"

"I'm not that great. It's the students themselves who are great."

Teacher Chen put the book into his bag and said goodbye with a smile.

When she arrived at the office, before she sat down, she saw the young English teacher who had arrived earlier looking at her and suddenly smiled.

"Teacher Chen, congratulations."

"It's not a festival, what are you congratulating for?"

She put down her bag and said curiously.

"Teacher Chen, didn't you watch the news?"

Another teacher came over with a cup of tea.

"What news?"

"That student you taught before, Lu Qingfeng, who got into Peking University, won a literature award last night. In his acceptance speech, he specifically thanked you and Teacher Xiong. See."

The teacher handed her the news on his phone.

On the Douyin interface, there was a video of Lu Qingfeng giving his acceptance speech after winning the Best Short Story of the Year.

"...I also want to thank my high school teacher, Mr. Chen, who encouraged me to submit my work to New Concept Composition..."

This kid!

Teacher Chen's mouth corners involuntarily curled up, and his eyes became a little moist.

"It's worth it to have such a student in my life."

"Who says it's not true? A year ago, no one would have thought that the student who couldn't even make a sound with three sticks would achieve what he has today."

"This is the transformation of the ugly duckling into a swan."

"Hahaha, this story was written by someone else."

The other two teachers gathered around and chatted.

"Later, he spoke very well in this discussion."

"Now that you mention it, it reminds me of the time when I once asked him to come on stage and talk about his feelings about helping the police solve a case, and he improvised a book review."

“That’s when I could tell he had the makings of a writer.”

Other teachers arrived one after another and joined the chat.

"Look, the student even mentioned Teacher Xiong in his acceptance speech. How happy would Teacher Xiong be if he knew that?"

"What else can I do? The bear dances."

"uh-huh."

A cough interrupted everyone, and when they turned around, they saw a burly figure standing behind them.

"Good morning, Teacher Xiong."

Everyone was greeting each other, and the female teacher who had just been teased lowered her head in embarrassment.

Teacher Xiong just said to Teacher Chen.

"Teacher Chen, please come out for a moment."

"okay."

Teacher Chen returned the phone to the person and left the office with the head teacher, Xiong Da.

……

"Teacher Xiong, don't mind it. Young people are not careful with their words. I don't mean any harm."

Outside the corridor, Teacher Chen came to the rescue with a smile.

"I'm not angry," Xiong Da waved his hand.

"I'm just a little nervous."

"?"

Teacher Chen's face was full of question marks.

"The school has arranged an interview for the two of us. Someone from the newspaper will be here soon. Teacher Chen, you should get ready."

Teacher Chen was stunned for a moment. Although he understood, it was probably Lu Qingfeng's fault.

No. 3 Middle School has not made any achievements in education in the past two years. The appearance of Lu Qingfeng broke the school's upper limit for university admissions in the past ten years, and he continued to make achievements in the literary world.

For the school leadership, they must promote it more and bring glory to the school.

As they were talking, the bell for morning reading class rang and the students ran back to the classroom. As the class teacher, Teacher Xiong habitually took charge.

"Why are you running? Class is almost over. Why don't you go back to the classroom early? You two over there, what are you holding in your hands?"

When two high school boys passed by, Xiong Da happened to see them holding colorful magazines in their hands. They were students from Class 2, which he was in charge of.

Xiong Da frowned immediately.

At such an important stage, you still have the time to look at irrelevant things.

"Teacher Xiong."

Two boys came over timidly.

"What book did you get? Let me see it."

One of the boys opened the magazine in his hand, which said "Science Fiction World"

Xiong Da's expression softened.

"Go back and don't take it out during class."

The two boys felt relieved and ran away quickly.

"Teacher Xiong is different now."

Teacher Chen said with a smile.

"There's nothing different. Senior year is the most important time in life, and you should study hard in school."

Big Bear had a stern face.

"Maintaining a love of reading is also good for learning."