he's not, he's not

The class teacher still went up.The expression was no different from the one speaking on the rostrum, the squad leader and You Xiaoxiu covered their chests in unison, showing expressions of palpitation.

The theme of the symposium was very empty - love and bread.

There are five authors and one host on the stage. To be exaggerated, they are all people who have seen the world. This kind of question about "relying on love to generate electricity or commercial creation" has been seen too much, and they can easily understand the official language.

At the end, there is also a small easter egg, randomly pick a few comments from the comments received by several authors, and let the author himself express his opinion on the spot.

When it was the class teacher's turn, the host didn't know whether he wanted to pick a difficult comment to tease him because he didn't talk much, or wanted to make a sentimental meme, so he chose a comment with a few hundred words for the class teacher.

He read halfway through the sincere feeling and couldn't continue, trying to sum up: "Okay, we understand, this reader is also a creator himself, it can be seen that this friend is really at a loss, and Ta loves it very much" Code words', but 'study, economy, family...' In short, it is very hard to persist between dreams and reality, saying 'the flower of dreams is about to wither on this road', wow, it is very artistic! I want to 'love it' Da Da’ for many years, point out a way for Ta to survive.”

Everyone in the room waited with great interest for the head teacher to "hand out sugar", only the head teacher and You Xiaoxiu lowered their heads in compassion.

The homeroom teacher's expression didn't fluctuate at all, and he said quietly: "The codebook is against the sky, and it's normal to die on the road."

The audience: "..."

You Xiaoxiu: "The homeroom teacher really won't let go of any chance to be mean."

Squad leader: "This man is really full of five poisons."

"A member of the Demon Cult."

"Still holding grudges."

"Yes, I still hold grudges."

The head teacher smiled lightly: "Just kidding."

He put forward pertinent suggestions and good wishes to this little creator, although in the end he was led astray by occupational diseases, and strongly condemned the reader's bad behavior of "delaying study for the sake of dreams", but he cut the head and tail It can barely be regarded as a human speech.

After the meeting, he went backstage to rest. Xiao Wang ran back and forth, handing water and wet wipes.

The teacher in charge had a grudge: "What happened to April [-]th? Let me pick him up?"

Xiao Wang rubbed his nose: "That's nothing. He drove the car all night at eight thousand seven last night. At five o'clock this morning, the car crashed and he fell asleep."

It's okay not to mention it, but mentioning this damn "eight thousand seven" is like pouring oil on the head of the class teacher - if it weren't for that "eight thousand seven", he wouldn't have wet his pants.

But he couldn't tell Xiao Wang about the wet pants, he could only vent his anger: "How did you play 'Eight Thousand Seven' yesterday? Who proposed 'Eight Thousand Seven'?"

"Old..." The squad leader came in from the backstage, and as soon as he yelled half a word, he heard the familiar, hypocritical tone before the class teacher was about to fine the paper. Xiao Wang?"

Xiao Wang gave up struggling: "...I've said it ten thousand times, just call 'Xiao Wang' instead of 'right', you are really mentors and apprentices."

You Xiaoxiu stretched her head: "I agree with the class monitor."

Xiao Wang: "What do you know!"

Several people were busy shifting responsibility from each other, and an outstanding parent suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding a cup of coffee and beckoning to the head teacher: "Teacher, come here, someone is looking for you."