he's not, he's not

The leaders took the stage one by one to speak, and when it was the head teacher's turn, there was a restless hum from the crowd.

Some students have already come to the door with books, how to solve it?

Can it be solved?

He stood still in front of the microphone with a blank expression on his face, and began to motivate him—a sneer with a gun and a stick, accompanied by two understated compliments, which was called collapse therapy by the students.

"... Where do you do your duty? I am your teacher, and I am responsible for your studies. You are students, so you are responsible for your studies. You don't have to worry about other things, and you can let your parents worry less.

"Everyone can't carry their shoulders or lift their hands. The first ten years of life are spent on study. A monkey can go to college. Are you determined to drag primates back?

"A person who is about to take the college entrance examination, it seems like he can't tell the priority."

There was a lot of wailing below, only the head teacher's class was calm and composed, and a protective cover of "daily scolding 1/4" was shrouded over the entire camp.

After a pause, he emphasized again: "Study hard, stay away from irrelevant people and things."

The applause that sent the homeroom teacher off the stage immediately rang out, and he nodded to step off the stage. On the way back to his seat, he vaguely heard the phrase "You are so handsome", and almost stumbled.

The history teacher sitting next to him followed the benevolent education route. Every time he listened to the head teacher’s speech, he seemed to be watching Shang Yang’s reform. He couldn’t bear it: "Teacher, you are too harsh!"

The grade teacher also cast a disapproving glance, cautiously, for fear that the class teacher would have unnecessary thoughts on him.

The head teacher felt haggard.

After the conference ended, he immediately directed the students to go out, always feeling that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard someone behind him try to talk to him and call him: "Teacher?"

The class teacher turned his head and saw "A Work" in the arms of the other party at a glance.

"..."

There were two female students who came, one was holding a book, the other was staring at the photos on the phone for comparison with the head teacher, covering her mouth in disbelief: "That's right? That's right? The eyes and head are the same... Oh my God!"

The other person was very excited: "Da Da Da is you Da Da Da?!"

Class teacher: "No."

Two people: "Huh?"

"No matter what you are talking about, your task at this stage is to study. We just had a meeting, and you didn't listen to a word?" The class teacher threatened, "What extracurricular books are you holding? Which class is it from?"

The two shook their heads and waved their hands again and again: "No, no, we recognized the wrong person, teacher, I'm sorry!"

The class teacher's face was fierce, but his heart was a little bit unbearable. The two young readers came over excitedly. The cold water was afraid that the cold water would be poured into their hearts, so they put on a soft expression and said one more sentence: "At this stage, we must focus on academics. First."

Because of this sentence, the squad leader turned his head and saw that the class teacher was "intercepted". He felt bad, and hurried to rescue him: "Teacher, the teacher called you over."

The homeroom teacher said "Hmm" and turned to leave, but the girl with the mobile phone behind her was puzzled and poked at the mobile phone to find another photo.

The master and apprentice didn't know anything yet, and exchanged information with their eyes.

Class teacher: Were they the two who went to class just now?

Monitor: No.

head teacher:……

Monitor: Hey.

Girl: "Twenty-two... Big?"

Squad Leader: "..."

head teacher:"……"

Class teacher: Heh.