he's not, he's not

The head teacher closed his eyes and silently counted the "beeps" in the receiver, his eyelids trembling impatiently.

Wait up to eight rings, if you dare not answer after eight rings, You Xiaoxiu will be finished.

The class monitor walked in a cool way, dragged You Xiaoxiu to play a campus "elopement", the grade teacher was furious, and took his anger on him if he couldn't scold the class monitor.The class teacher scolded each other, and dealt with the monitor's father at the same time. He was still thinking about "A Work" in his mind, as if a pot of boiling water was burning in his heart, and he was so irritable that he had a headache.

It's hard for the squad leader's father to be able to keep a gentle face. When he came out of the grade teacher's office, he frowned and asked the head teacher, "Teacher class, that kid just now...?"

What he asked was You Xiaoxiu.The homeroom teacher felt a pain in his head, smiled wryly and answered in his heart: That child is your future son.

"His name is You Xiaoxiu, he is very good with the monitor and he is a nice kid."

The squad leader's father was thoughtful, and looked heavy. The head teacher reckoned that he should have guessed the same, sighed, and said, "I know that the squad leader writes novels. Nowadays, children all have their own hobbies. Self-consciousness in learning, since it doesn't affect your grades, you can have a good chat with him when you go back. The grade director... speaks more directly, and some things are actually exaggerated. Today is also quite sudden, and the communication is not in place..."

The squad leader's father probably didn't want to say any more, so he nodded and interrupted the class teacher: "Yes, the class teacher is bothering you."

Without saying anything more, the squad leader's father left with a worried expression on his face.Sending all these gods away, the class teacher just felt relieved, and went to the classroom to see that they were doing well, and the two boys ran away.

You Xiaoxiu pinched the phone at a loss: "Should I answer it or not?"

The monitor squeezed his hand: "Let me do it." He took the phone over and connected it: "Teacher, we are outside."

The teacher in charge just counted to "7" in his heart, and when he heard the voice of the monitor, he became angry: "You are quite angry, and you run away after a few words, and you can't blame you? I'll call you Xiaoxiu." What's the point of being active, what about others?"

The squad leader listened to the head teacher "chug" like a machine gun over there. He was obviously being scolded, but he felt inexplicably at ease. He glanced at You Xiaoxiu who was slurping violently with a Coke straw in his mouth, and couldn't help but smile, and replied: "I'm afraid." If you scold him, you dare not answer."

The homeroom teacher sneered: "Get out of here." Sha Fa resolutely hung up the phone.

You Xiaoxiu swallowed the straw like a dog, and asked nervously, "What did the head teacher say?"

"Let us go back."

You Xiaoxiu cried with a sad face: "Then let's go."

The two of them were rolling on the road, and the head teacher had to deal with the matriarch's affairs.

I haven't said half of what I said just now. I heard that the students of the head teacher had a quarrel with the grade teacher, and the matriarch didn't make any trouble. She took the initiative to ask the head teacher to go there first and talk to him later.

The homeroom teacher left her contact information, and as soon as he opened WeChat, a bunch of messages popped up. He browsed through it as usual, but before he could see anything else, his eyes stopped on a picture of the grade group superior.

It is a screenshot of a novel by the monitor.

The person who posted the picture was a young teacher who had just joined the job not long ago, and asked bluffingly: Oh my god, is this written by our school students? ? ?

The head teacher didn't read the other messages that popped up from below. He locked the screen and threw the phone on the desk, leaning back on the back of the chair tiredly.

Why are there so many fucking things.