Walk towards the sun

"Hey, Lao Yang, your class Jinnan hasn't missed evening self-study recently, did you talk to him?"

"I also found out that I don't sleep much in class."

"It's really not me. Maybe it's because I realized it. In short, it's a good thing for the child. I said before that the child is smart. As long as he learns a little bit, he will be fine."

Listening to other teachers talking about Jin Nan, Qin Xing's mouth turned up unconsciously. It seems that Jin Nan listened to what he said, and he was very relieved.

"But it's just divided into arts and sciences. Look at the results of the monthly test last week. What the hell is it? It's a mess. How is the result of Lao Yang's class?"

"It doesn't work either. Except for the top-notch ones who are a bit more stable, the others don't feel good in general."

"I've said it so many times. It's time to get nervous. Why didn't anyone listen to it? What are these kids thinking every day? I'm so worried."

Qin Xing is not the head teacher, so the pressure is not that great, but he also noticed that although the language has not seen a significant decline, the overall state of the students is not very good.The next class was his class, which was supposed to be about the monthly exam papers, but he changed his mind temporarily.

"Mr. Qin, why are you empty-handed? There are no papers in this class?" the representative of Class 8 asked.

"Well, let's stop talking, let's relax in this class, and talk to you about life and ideals."

"Ms. Qin, is it true that our class has the lowest average score in Chinese? Don't scare us."

"Why are you shivering, I'm serious, chatting in this class."

Everyone saw that Qin Xing's posture didn't look like he was joking. After more than ten seconds of silence, he slapped the table wildly, and some people called Teacher Qin long live.

Qin Xing tapped on the blackboard with his hand: "Hey, hey, pay attention to maintaining discipline, and I can give papers again." Qin Xing got up, picked up chalk and wrote four large characters on the blackboard: My ideals.

"Let's talk about it, what are your ideals, don't talk about Iron Man, I can't help you."

There was laughter under the podium, and the class representative said, "Mr. Qin, what is your ideal?"

"My ideal is to be a teacher, and I have realized it through my hard work."

"Ah, so ordinary." Someone whispered.

Qin walked under the podium and sat on the class representative's table: "Who said it, come on, tell everyone something unusual."

After that, everyone fell silent.

"How come no one dares to say it? What about the monitor, the monitor will speak first."

As soon as the squad leader was about to stand up, Qin Xing pointed at him, meaning that he didn't need to stand up, just sit down and talk.

"I, my dream is to get into a good university. Is this a dream, Mr. Qin?"

"Forget it, let's continue, which university to enter, what to study, and what do you want to do after graduation?"

"Ah, it's so thin, I never thought about it."

There were bursts of low laughter and whispering voices in the classroom, Qin Xing clapped his hands: "Don't discuss in a low voice, speak louder, let's discuss together." Now no one spoke, "How about it, first I will give you 10 minutes to think about it carefully, just take a piece of paper to write down the questions just now, what university to go to, what to study, and what to do after graduation."

Everyone looked at each other, you looked at me and I looked at you. After 2 minutes, some people gradually started to write, and Qin Xing timed them. "Okay, let's continue with the unfinished ones, and start sharing the finished ones. School committee, tell me, let's make a sample for everyone."

The academic committee pushed his glasses: "Mr. Qin, to be honest, this question is too difficult. All I know is that I want to be admitted to Xiamen University and I want to go to the south, but I don't know what to study, and I don't know what to do after graduation. We The small city is too closed, I don’t know what is outside and what I can do. The better occupations I can see here are doctors, teachers, policemen, and civil servants. I don’t know anything about others, but my mother said It’s good to be a doctor, and there will be people in the hospital when you get sick.”

This last sentence amused everyone again, and it was mixed with "my mother said so", and "my mother asked me to be a teacher, and being a teacher is stable, and there are holidays" and the like.

"Well, it's good that you can think of these things, but if you don't know, you can ask, or look it up online."

"I don't even know what to look for, people have to do something they like, but I don't seem to have anything in particular." Someone added.

Qin Xing suddenly felt that today's proposition was a bit too big. He used to be a teacher in a big city in the south. The students had a lot of experience, and they could have a basic direction for the future even if they were not clear. But small cities are different. These students are knowledgeable. If there are too few, they will naturally have no motivation to work hard without goals.

Qin Xing jumped off the desk, returned to the front of the blackboard and asked, "How about this? I'll ask first. Many people clearly know the answers to the few questions just now. Please raise your hand."

One, two, three, a total of less than ten people raised their hands, "Okay, these students can spend the rest of their time freely, either reading books, doing questions, or continuing to listen." Qin Xing turned around and said my ideal Erase it, and draw a big question mark. "There are still about 30 minutes. I will answer your questions online. You can ask anything about any of the questions just now, or you are confused. Whatever, I will tell you what I know."

"Why do you ask, Mr. Qin, why don't you tell us what kind of work is more fun first." Someone suggested.

Qin Xing nodded: "That's fine. If I didn't choose to be a teacher, I might choose to be an archaeologist. Has anyone read "Tomb Raiders Notes", a book I like very much, if you have the energy If you can, you can take a look. I think the panda breeder is also good. Have you ever seen a real giant panda in Sichuan?

"I'm going to say I'm going to be an animal breeder, my parents are going to have to whip me."

"Hahahahaha."

"Of course, parents' suggestions must also be considered." Qin Xing said.

"Mr. Qin, I don't want to study, I just like playing games in Internet cafes."

Qin Xing clicked his tongue twice: "Listen, playing games in an Internet cafe is promising, do you know that the country has long listed e-sports as an official sports event, why not play on a bigger stage and win a championship? Yes, that's handsome."

"Does the university have a major in gaming?"

Qin Xing raised his eyebrows: "It seems that there is no such thing, but there will be in the future, even if you don't have this major, you can go to study computer science and programming, and you can design games yourself, and let others play the games you design in the future. It's pretty cool to think about."

"Ah, is it really possible?"

"How do you know if you don't try hard, and network technology is in the future, and it doesn't need to be in the future. It has already begun to be applied on a large scale now. It's just that you are focusing on learning now, and you may not feel it strongly."

"Mr. Qin, I want to be a star."

"Woo~" Some people booed around.

"Then you have to take the art test. It's actually easier than normal than undergraduate, but stars still rely more on talent. You have to discuss this with your parents. You are only a sophomore in high school now, so you have time to prepare."

"Mr. Qin, I want to be the boss."

"Cheng'er, you should show some face."

"Then consider studying business administration."

"Teacher Qin"

"Teacher Qin"

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The chatterbox was opened at some point, and even the few people who had clear goals before participated in the discussion enthusiastically, and everyone kept asking questions until the get out of class was over.

"Mr. Qin, let's continue talking in the next Chinese class." The class representative asked.

"Push your nose and face, don't you have my phone number? I'm online before 11:[-] p.m. Okay, get out of class is over, kids."

Qin Xing felt that the effect of communicating with the students in this way was not bad. Classes 11 and 14 were also lucky by him. I don’t know which class’s monitor secretly recorded the video, and it was widely circulated in the second year of high school. He wrote an anonymous letter, explained the situation, and expressed the hope that such a class meeting could be held in every class in the whole school. The principal reported the situation to the directors of each grade, and Qin Xing instantly became a well-known star teacher.

When Qin Xing was having dinner with Xie Yang, he received a call from Liang Hao: "Qin Xing, you are really good at it. This name is not for nothing. Your name is almost spread to the Provincial Department of Education. Even we here call to you study."

"Brother, don't bury me."

"Really, our principal heard that you are my younger brother, let me scoop you up no matter what you say, and you can think about it."

Qin Xing was working smoothly so he rejected him again. Liang Hao also knew that this would be the result. He made this call just to get in touch with each other and chat about family affairs.

Xie Yang watched him hang up the phone: "Have you been praised?"

"kindness."

"I also watched that video. Jiang Zhe's sister showed it to him, and he showed it to me."

"Yes, it has been passed on to your junior high school."

"Why don't you tell me yourself?"

"say what?"

"As for the video, everyone already knows you and likes you."

"Everyone likes me, okay?"

"not me····"

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, this is not an award, there is nothing to show off."

"But I want to hear from you, and you haven't even asked me." Xie Yang said the second half of the sentence in a very low voice, but Qin Xing still heard it.

"Then what is your ideal?"

"I didn't think about it. I'm only in the second year of junior high school. I haven't had time to think about which university to go to."

Qin Xing felt that Xie Yang was particularly awkward today. He first complained that he didn't talk to him, and then hated that he didn't care about him. Qin Xing asked, but he said that he didn't think about it. Adolescent children are really troublesome.

Xie Yang really didn't think about it, but he vaguely had an answer in his heart. This answer didn't clearly indicate where he was going to do in the future, but no matter what he did, he had to have a relationship with Qin Xing.

In the last week of November, City B ushered in the first snow of winter, and Qin Xinghe built a one-meter-high snowman downstairs together.

In the first week of December, Xie Yang's composition was circulated as a model essay to the whole grade. To celebrate Qin Xing, he made Coca-Cola chicken wings and sweet and sour pork ribs for him.

In the second week of December, Xie Yang participated in the primary Sanda competition. Although he failed to get a result, Qin Xing still applauded him from the audience and was proud of him.

In the third week of December, Qin Xing went to the province to participate in training as a representative of outstanding teachers, and Xie Yang ate noodles at home for a week.

In the fourth week of December, Christmas is here.

"Mr. Qin, you have collected so many apples."

Qin Xing glanced at his desk, there were two rows, some with wrapping paper, some without, there were almost a dozen of them: "The class representative put this for me, and don't give it to me if you tell me." , these kids."

"Look at the popularity of our teacher Qin. In four months, he has cleaned up the students so well."

"Teacher Qin, that's not popular, it's just annoying."

Qin Xing ignored their teasing, said that he would not eat with them at noon, then took his wallet and went out.Half a month ago, Qin Xing noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Xie Yang's mobile phone. The mobile phone Xie Yang was using now was eliminated by Fang Ting a year ago. Xie Yang was sensible and didn't ask Fang Ting for a new one. The mobile phone is only used to make calls and send text messages, and he doesn't play games himself. Qin Xing thought that although Xie Yang is not the kind of kid who compares himself with others, a little boy still has self-respect and keeps holding a broken mobile phone. With his parents not around, Qin Xing was worried that his classmates would gossip about him, so he kept thinking about giving him a new mobile phone on Christmas Day.

In September this year, Nokia just launched the new 9, the price is also reasonable, and the quality of this brand of phone is excellent, Xie Yang should have no problem using it in high school, Qin Xing paid the money, took out his hand and tried it with his own phone card No problem, Qin Xing stopped when he was about to put it into the box. Qin Xing pointed the phone camera at himself, then made a face, rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, and pressed a photo with his fingers to save it into the box. I put it in the photo album, but my hands were a little shaken when I took the picture, and the picture was a little blurry.When Qin Xing wrapped up his phone, he wondered if Xie Yang would be startled when he opened the photo album and saw a grimace, so he couldn't help but smile, thinking that he was really a fool, childish.