he's not, he's not

You Xiaoxiu was let in by the teacher in charge.

It wasn't the door that opened, it was the elevator door.He was still on the phone bitterly in front of the elevator, and with a "ding", the class teacher came out.

He smelled of alcohol, and his face was flushed.

You Xiaoxiu: "My mother..."

The teacher in charge looked as if his tail had been stepped on, and raised his eyes: "What are you yelling about?"

You Xiaoxiu hung up the phone in a hurry, and Monk Zhang Er confusedly explained: "I didn't... I... modal particles..." He said nothing for a long time, then raised his head and looked around in a daze: "This is the downstairs of my house...? "

The head teacher rubbed his nose and walked out, feeling uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it: "Hurry up."

"Hey." You Xiaoxiu entered the elevator, saw the class teacher turned around and was about to leave, she hurriedly grabbed the door and asked, "Teacher, are you not going up?"

"...don't go."

"Then why...why are you suddenly at my house?"

The teacher in charge said that my mother also wanted to know, and I believed your father's evil after my brain was pumped.He gritted his teeth and spat out two words: "Home visit."

"Oh..." You Xiaoxiu rolled her eyes, the head teacher came out of her house, so his father must be at home, and the two of them must have been drinking... He looked at the head teacher's ears that seemed to be bleeding, and suddenly felt blessed, She asked coyly, "Teacher, did my dad bully you again?"

"..."

and what? !

You Xiaoxiu: "It's okay! Just treat me as if I don't exist, and come whenever you want. My home is your home!"

The head teacher couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and kicked him into the elevator: "Go back!"

After walking five meters away, You Xiaoxiu was still shouting stupidly behind her: "Teacher, we support you!" She didn't know what she was supporting.

No matter what it is, the head teacher doesn't have the heart to think about the mess in the school anymore.

The mouth of the excellent parent was gnawed firmly. The class teacher got out of the community and got in the car to go home. His lips were still numb until he sat on the sofa at home. His mouth was burning with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and the corner of his mouth was broken. , with a few hints of sweet blood.

The teacher in charge hooked it with the tip of his tongue, it was tingly and numb, as if a stomach full of wine had just fermented at this moment, he was dizzy and went straight to his forehead.

He lit a cigarette, leaned his spinning head back to the pillow, and pressed his forearm over his eyes to block the light. The scenes just now swirled like in a dream.

"This time the wolf is really here." The voice of an excellent parent ran amok in his ears.

The head teacher let out a long breath.

Not good.

That bastard's cover seems to be real.

In his dream, he was delusional about truth and falsehood, but the school quietly boiled a pot of boiling water in his sleep.

The next morning, the head teacher was woken up by a series of rapid bells.At first he thought it was the alarm, thinking that he woke up later than the alarm today, it seems that drinking and sleeping soundly made sense.

I touched the phone and saw that there were seven missed calls at 27:[-], all of which were from the school.

The reality of being paralyzed by alcohol all night came back to his head.

The homeroom teacher tilted his head on the pillow like a bucket. Yesterday he just told the principal firmly that he wanted to "respond positively". This fucking drink is not only a little bit sweet, but even if it is a little bit, he will sleep until he falls down in blissful bliss up.

He was about to dial back when another call came in, this time from the monitor.

The teacher in charge pressed the speakerphone, and quickly changed his clothes while connecting: "What are you doing during class time?"

"...Don't worry about it." The squad leader probably called him in the toilet, and he was so anxious that he could hear the echo, and said as if he had pressed fast forward: "Hurry up and have a look at the school, sir." , out of nowhere came a group of your old students, beating gongs and drums and pulling banners, thousands of blood letters to prove your innocence!"