he's not, he's not

This rumbling farce finally ended with a very unlikely farce ending.

The head teacher drove away those who came with "thousand people's blood books", and drove back those who needed to "raise their brains to get into college" and went to the principal's office.

The headmaster had just finished dealing with a handful of interviews, and was listlessly reclining in his leather chair, smoking a cigarette.

The grade director rolled his eyes and opened the door for him.

Half an hour later, the head teacher came out of the principal's office. The sun was shining and there was a little breeze. He breathed out a breath easily, and while listening to the sound of books filling the campus, he walked slowly towards his class.

A phone call came near the door of the class. The head teacher took a look at the unfamiliar number and guessed the caller by accident.

He answered in a strange way: "You still have the face to call me? What kind of nonsense have you taught your son?"

The excellent parent was a little surprised, "Yo", "You know it's me?"

The head teacher let out a cold snort.

"Is the matter resolved?" The other side seemed to be asking what they had for breakfast casually.

The head teacher stopped humming, he looked up at the sky with complicated eyes, and asked tentatively, "What are you doing?"

The excellent parent smiled lowly: "What else can I do, I just kissed you and got bitten..."

The teacher in charge hung up the phone swiftly.

After 20 seconds, the phone call came back. The excellent parent was a little more positive this time and asked, "Did your principal say something?"

The principal did say something, but the conversation no longer pointed to the homeroom teacher, but to a few small self-media who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, and rumors spread by false rumors.He seems to have suddenly become "one of his own people", and the head teacher has become an absolute "victim". Instead of asking the head teacher to give an "account" and considering the "impact", he began to appease the head teacher, saying that the school will give him an explanation. .

No matter how naive a person is, they would never believe that a broadcast by a few fart kids can change anything.

Not to mention the pain and hatred on the headmaster's face when he said these words.

The homeroom teacher knew he wasn't that attractive, and he didn't have any relatives and friends who could be used for thirty generations. If combined with You Xiaoxiu, he could only think of excellent parents.

But it is also dubious, a mere small boss in the cultural industry and developers...

"What the hell are you doing?" the class teacher asked alertly.

The outstanding parent smiled lightly, and gave a familiar answer: "Do it all. Do it all."

He didn't want to talk about it, so the head teacher stopped asking. He wanted to see his students, but the excellent parents wanted to talk to him about something else.

"Since the matter is settled, the school will not be difficult for you, so should the class teacher consider what we said yesterday?"

The head teacher asked in a straight voice, like an iron bread man who unloaded a grinder and killed a donkey, "What are you thinking about?"

"Consider me."

"Think about helping me correct the way I raise my son, think about the pile of stinky socks on my sofa, think about being able to eat home-cooked meals every day. At least you can think about it, let me take you back to find the "Original Work" The original intention, the stupidity of not thinking about anything, not worrying about anything, just wanting to write a good book.”

Bao Gong also couldn't deny that excellent parents have high-quality voices, which are really charming coming from the receiver.

"If this matter passes without incident, you can consider staying with me. If it doesn't make it through, you don't have to think about it, just come to my company to take care of you... If you don't want to talk to them, skip work. Just call and I'll pick you up."

What the excellent parent said yesterday is still lingering in his mind. Every word fits with the voice in his ears now. There is no logic at all, and it is a bit tempting like a ghost hitting a wall.

It’s over.

The homeroom teacher was alerted that stalking and stalking could really corrupt an upright straight man.

"Think about it. Did you help me? Forgot which bastard started all this?" The head teacher relied on the phone to keep his eyes open, smiled wantonly, and announced triumphantly: "I resigned. "