Goddess has no way

"Hey." I sighed and shook my head, there was really nothing I could do with these brats.

Although there was such an episode, the class still had to go on. I sorted out my emotions and started to give a lecture. Halfway through the lecture, I found that the monitor, Li Xinming, was not in a very good condition today. He was listless, like an eggplant beaten by frost. The eye circles are still a little red.

Li Xinming is usually in a good mood for studying, and in class, he gives full play to the role of the teacher's "right-hand man" and maintains classroom discipline. What happened today?

While asking everyone to do the exercises, I walked up to him and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Li Xinming shook his head and said, "No, teacher."

I said in a deep voice, "Come to my office after class."

Almost as soon as he finished saying this, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Li Xinming got up and followed me out without saying a word.

When I got to the office, I asked him, "Is it because of something at home?"

Li Xinming's family background is not very good. This is what I discovered when I sorted out his files. His father died early, and there is a nine-year-old sister at home, all supported by his mother's part-time job.

Suddenly, Li Xinming's jealousy became red. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, his voice still sounded a little choked up. He nodded and said, "Yes."

When I heard this, I took him into the small conference room next to the office, closed the door, and looked at him: "Speak, there are only the teacher and you here."

I know that Li Xinming trusts me as the head teacher. As the head teacher, he has always had a good relationship with me.

Li Xinming looked at me, sucked his nose, and then began to sob, crying and said in a crying voice: "My mother...is sick...very serious, very serious illness."

I patted him on the shoulder and signaled him not to be too sad: "Li Xinming, what's wrong with your mother? Tell the teacher clearly."

Li Xinming looked at me, his tear-filled eyes revealed cold despair. After a long time, he pursed his lips and uttered two words: "Cancer..."

Me: "..." Then, I comforted him: "Cancer is not an incurable disease. If it is treated in time, life expectancy will not be affected. Don't worry."

Li Xinming wiped his eyes, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Teacher, you don't need to comfort me. My mother's cancer has spread. She has been hiding it from me. If my sister hadn't leaked her words, she would have kept me from letting me go." I know, don’t let me take care of her.” He lowered his head, tears streaming down his face: “Damn me! Why do I have to study at school every holiday! I haven’t even fed my mother!” He began to look at me: "Teacher, do you know? In the past month, my younger sister who is in elementary school has been in the hospital. She is in school during the day and takes care of my mother at night while doing homework." "But, I What are you doing? I was eating white rice at school, enjoying the beauty of youth wantonly, running for class monitor, and participating in speech contests... I thought that if I was admitted to a key high school, I would be able to move closer to my dream and bring good things to my mother. Life, but...but now...teacher...I really feel like a worthless piece of trash!" After speaking, Li Xinming closed his eyes, holding his breath in sadness, letting the tears rage on his face.

I looked at him, not knowing how to comfort him for a moment.

This feeling is all too familiar to me, and I know it all too well.