Overwinter

Teaching each child to be an upright young man who can take responsibility for his own life is the goal that Wen Yan, who has just entered the teaching profession, has always had. His original job was related to design. There is no pressure, and naturally there is no motivation for work.

Living in a different city without a so-called solid backing, Wen Yan relies on himself for everything. This kind of feeling is actually not bad. Wen Yan has rarely felt such a strong sense of accomplishment.

Zhou Haoxuan's parents just asked which teacher was in charge of this matter, but Teacher Liu prevaricated it.Wen Yan still wanted to ask Su Yanan about the cause and effect of the incident, but Su Yanan is a person who has suffered a disadvantage and will not talk too much. She is often bullied by the little boys in the class, and when Wen Yan asked about it, she only cried with red eyes .

Su Yanan's intellectual development is relatively slow. Although she is easily wronged, she can easily forget the wronged. She will not remember who bullied her, and she still wants to play with them next time.

A child who was crying with red eyes one second, will reconcile with the person who quarreled with him because of a small toy in the next second.

Zhou Haoxuan was afraid of Wen Yan because of this incident, and would hide from him every time he saw him from a distance.Wen Yanben hasn't noticed yet, it's just that he's making such a big noise, it's hard not to catch a glimpse.There are many advantages for students to be afraid of the teacher. One day when they were doing exercises between classes, Wen Yan grabbed Zhou Haoxuan by the collar, deliberately suppressed his voice, and said fiercely: "Don't bully Su Yanan anymore, did you hear me?"

Zhou Haoxuan blinked and blinked, and his breathing became short of breath.

"heard it."

Wen Yan slowly put the matter down.Su Yanan is a child, and Zhou Haoxuan is also a child. Children are kind-hearted and tend to be good. Even if there is a certain selfish moment with strong self-awareness, it is normal to not take care of other people's thoughts.

It was only after the matter was resolved that another fight broke out in the class.

This time the protagonist was Song Jing who had been honest for a while. At that time, Wen Yan was chatting in the math group office downstairs when he heard someone upstairs looking for Teacher Wen in a panic.

"I guess the students in our class are restless again." Wen Yan hurriedly put down the water glass in his hand, and ran upstairs in two or three steps.

The fight this time was even more serious than the previous ones. Song Jing and the little boy had already been held down by teachers from other classes. A large piece of Song Jing's forehead was smashed, bleeding profusely, which was very scary.

Wen Yan pulled Song Jing back and stood between him and the little boy.

The boy who fought with Song Jing was named Lin Wang, and he was quite fair. Now there were many marks on his face and hands, and it hurt to look at it compared with the white and tender skin.And Song Jing was even more embarrassed, the blood flowing from his forehead got into his eyebrows.Surrounded by many children watching the fun, Wen Yan drove them all back to the classroom with a cold face.

"What's going on? There's so much blood." He pressed a man's shoulder with one hand, and hurriedly led him to the infirmary.

Song Jing's forehead was bleeding all the time, and the injury was probably deep. He didn't shed any tears, but just stared at Lin Wang with red eyes, with a terrifying expression.

The school's infirmary has limited conditions and can only perform simple hemostatic bandages. Wen Yan immediately took out his mobile phone and called Song Zhuangtong, asking him to take him to the hospital for examination.

Lin Wang also had several wounds, a few tooth marks on his neck, and scratch marks on his hands, which were bloody and excruciatingly painful.

While applying medicine to Lin Wang, the teacher in the infirmary said, "Why are you beating so hard?"

"Apart from these wounds, have you been caught anywhere else?" Wen Yan carefully folded up Lin Wang's sleeves and asked, "This should hurt for days, be careful not to get wet, or the pain will be severe." Even more powerful."

The iodine disinfectant seeped into the wound, causing pain. Lin Wang gasped and did not speak.Wen Yan frowned as he watched the teacher in the infirmary disinfect Lin Wang, his expression became tense.

After the wound was treated, Wen Yan's gaze turned and turned on the two of them, and said in a deep voice, "Who will tell me what's going on first?"

As soon as he asked this, Lin Wang's expression froze, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, refusing to speak.

Wen Yan also knew that now was not a good time to ask questions. He glanced at the wound on Song Jing's forehead that did not continue to bleed, and asked him: "How are you feeling now? Your father is coming soon, let him take you to the hospital later Check check."

I don't know which word stimulated Song Jing, his expression was horrified, and his breathing suddenly became short of breath.

When Song Jing was about to escape from the infirmary with a stiff neck, Wen Yan grabbed his wrist and locked him tightly in his arms.

The stress response caused Song Jing to struggle wildly. He panicked and bit Wen Yan's wrist suddenly.

Wen Yan frowned in pain.

"Song Jing!"

He whispered something, the person in his arms had already started to tremble, and Wen Yan felt a little flustered, he put his palm on Song Jing's shoulder, stroked it lightly, and comforted him: "Song Jing, what's wrong? Don't be nervous, the teacher didn't scold you."

It was probably the first time for the teacher in the infirmary to see such a situation. The two scorching gazes made Song Jing even more uncomfortable. His face was flushed from the suffocation, his whole eyes were red, and he was panting badly.

Lin Wang's wound has been healed, Wen Yan said to him: "Go back to the classroom first, and tell the math teacher that I will change the class with her."

Lin Wang nodded, and was about to open the door to leave when Wen Yan stopped him again.

"Don't talk about Song Jing with your classmates when you go back to class, you know?"

Lin Wang glanced at the wound on Wen Yan's wrist, then nodded and said, "I see."

Song Jing started to sob, he cried pitifully, Wen Yan exchanged glances with the teacher in the infirmary, and took him to the small hospital bed behind the curtain.

"Song Jing, don't worry, no one is watching you now, and no one is grabbing you, we will wait here for your father, okay?"

Wen Yan reached out to wipe away his tears.

"Do you want to wait inside alone, or the teacher will accompany you?"

Song Jing didn't speak, his fingers gripped his trousers so hard that his fingertips turned white.

Wen Yan gently stroked his hair and said, "Then I'll stay here with you."

When Song Zhuangtong arrived, he was still panting.

"I was delayed by the guard for a while." His eyes fell on the wound on Song Jing's forehead, and his expression turned cold instantly, "How did this happen?"

"I hit the podium. Although the bleeding has stopped, it's better for you to take him to check first."

"Song Jing." Song Zhuangtong called him, and he had a little reaction. Before Song Jing could respond, Song Zhuangtong took a step and picked him up from the hospital bed, "Then I'll take him first—what's wrong with your hand? Yes Did Song Jing bite?"

"Just now I was afraid that he would run away, so I was too anxious, so I grabbed him and was bitten."

Song Zhuangtong obviously felt his back being pinched by Song Jing's bent fingers. He frowned and said, "Then you have to check this too, let's go."

"I've just been sterilized. There's a room full of students in the class. There's nothing serious about it." Wen Yan urged, "Take him to...the hospital quickly."

He took the word hospital lightly.

Having been with Song Zhuangtong for a long time, I almost forgot how strong the oppressive feeling was when his face was cold. His bushy brows were tightly frowned, and the lines of his face were tense because of his displeasure. His eyes seemed to be locking the prey, tightly Staring at Wen Yan.Wen Yan looked away, until now his heartbeat still couldn't slow down, he was indeed frightened once.

"I'll take him back first." After a while, Song Zhuangtong said, "I'll call you later."

Wen Yan nodded.

The bite marks on Wen Yan's wrist were deep. Song Jing really exerted his strength, and the wound soaked in disinfectant iodine was still aching. Wen Yan remembered those nail scratches on Lin Wang's hands, and couldn't help frowning.

How painful that must be.

"Mr. Wen, what's the situation with the students in your class?" the teacher in the infirmary asked aloud.

"It's a bit special." Wen Yan said.

"That's his father, right? That expression is so scary, I thought he was going to beat you, and I thought that I would open the door later and call some male teachers across the way to help."

Wen Yan curled his lips and smiled weakly: "No, he just looks fierce."

"But he's pretty handsome. Teacher Wen, are you going back to class? You still need to put some medicine on your hands? "

Wen Yan refused: "Thank you, no need, I'll go to class to see first."