he's not, he's not

head teacher:"……"

Class monitor: "...Or don't come at all, I just saw the grade teacher's face turned green, like an unripe pumpkin turned into a spirit..."

From the other end came the faint roar of the grade director: "That student, what are you doing sneakily?!"

There was a series of ding ding bang bangs in the mobile phone, and the monitor asked quickly: "Teacher, what's wrong with you? Are you still listening?"

The homeroom teacher was already in the car, and his voice revealed the indifference of seeing through life and death, and clicked on the lighter and replied: "Write a resignation report."

Squad Leader: "..."

Twenty minutes later, he appeared in the school at full speed.

Beating gongs and drums and pulling banners is an exaggeration, but the monitor didn't lie to him. A few former old students did come. They heard about this from various sources, but they couldn't get in touch with the class teacher. They didn't know that he was just drinking and having fun. I thought he was really stimulated to have some kind of psychological problem, so after discussing with my brothers, I simply came to the school to "rectify" the name of the head teacher - he is a good teacher, no matter what he writes in private, the school can't treat him like this, a good teacher You shouldn't suffer this kind of grievance.

A few people used to be top-notch or ruffians in school, and they were all masters who could be called by name in this school. Now there are all those who go to school and go to work. They came to the school to promote positive energy. To die, before he had played around on campus twice, he was caught by the dean and kicked into the head teacher's office one by one to wait.

The homeroom teacher learned about the situation remotely, feeling sore and soft in his heart.Most of these students were taken by him when he just graduated, and they were not much younger than him. Getting along with the students is far less cold and mean than it is now, and they don't just put grades first. Although they are inevitably scolded by them, they are also the most emotional group.

He opened the door and entered the room. They didn't realize that they were "imprisoned" at all. Each of them was laughing and drinking tea with a paper cup. The head teacher smiled coldly: "I heard that you fell into a box."

Everyone: "..."

One of the students smacked his mouth: "This mouth is damaged... I think the teacher is in a good state, and there is nothing wrong with it."

The homeroom teacher snorted, pinched his waist and stared at them, and everyone laughed together.

There were people coming and going in the office, some came to ask about the head teacher's situation, and some secretly looked at it with slanted eyebrows and squinted eyes. A few old teachers were even dragged by the students to chat. The condition of the teacher.

As soon as the class bell rang, the teachers and students had to go and leave, and the hot office cooled down again, leaving only a group of them with no business.

There was a constant ding ding dong ding on WeChat, and there were news from all directions. This matter has been completely fermented. There are parents and media partners who want to know the situation, and there are school leaders who remind him to avoid the parents and media partners.

It cannot be avoided.The homeroom teacher thought in his heart, it would be a ghost if he could avoid this messy mess.

"Don't panic, teacher, the eyes of the crowd are discerning. No matter who comes, we will praise you to the sky! You see, I have prepared all my lines. I have said in your class since six years ago. rise……"

The glib student spoke half-truths and was laughed at by everyone.The homeroom teacher experienced his inner world and realized that he was really not disturbed. Maybe it was because of the drunkenness from last night, maybe it was the "foreign aid" that fell from the sky that really gave him strength, maybe it was just pure calm.

He asked his old students: "Do you know what's going on? Just gather here in a daze."

The students waved their hands: "Didn't I come here to listen to your explanation? Anyway, it's not what it says on the Internet."

The head teacher was not moved for a minute, and they raised their eyebrows mischievously: "But I can't see it, teacher, your little yellow essay is very exciting!"

head teacher:"……"

He knew that these bastards couldn't hold a good fart.

They began to chatter: "Surely the teacher really has a boyfriend?"

"It's true, I haven't heard from you about your love life for so many years, so you don't intend to develop your relationship towards women?"

"Oh, what a loss, teacher, do you think it's too late for me to attack you now?"

The teacher in charge cast a cold glance, and the crowd attacked him.

The campus seemed to be bustling with activity. I don't know if it was the parents or the media, but the class teacher became more and more calm.

"If this matter passes without incident, you can consider staying with me. If you can't, you don't have to think about it, just come to my company to support you."

"If you're too lazy to break up with them, skip work, and I'll pick you up after a phone call."

This is what the outstanding parents said yesterday when they had no skin or face to chew on him.

These hooligan words unexpectedly also shamelessly mixed into several sources of strength that brought him, twisted into a rope.

The head teacher got up and went out, he was going to explain what should be said clearly, and what should be explained clearly.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw You Xiaoxiu and the dean standing face to face.

"...Director, I didn't lie to you. How could our teacher have something to do with the class monitor? Don't listen to their wild guesses. I am the one who has something to do with the class monitor. Our teacher belongs to my father!"

Dean:"……"

head teacher:"……"

I'm your mother's head!