he's not, he's not

The class teacher resigned.

When the last class of students is seven months away from the college entrance examination.

You Xiaoxiu's mind can't understand gains and losses, fish and bear's paws, he just feels dissatisfied and wronged, this is a master who admits death, in his opinion right is right or wrong is wrong, the head teacher has done nothing wrong, so he should Stay frankly at your job.

I even began to question whether my parents were too useless.

The squad leader smiled wryly, he was also a little confused, and in this confusion he was a little sober, because he thought of the agreement between himself and his family: before the college entrance examination, you are not allowed to touch those little thoughts of love and love, and rely on your own ability to be admitted to a school that the whole family is satisfied with. After the ability to take care of himself and stand on his own feet, no one cares who he likes to fall in love with, and whoever leads the way home.

This is not a contest of giving and receiving.

After listening to him talk about the agreement, the class teacher gave a thumbs up solemnly: "The family of senior intellectuals is different. The example of the leading cow...you are like your own."

Squad Leader: "..."

The head teacher of the grade has a headache. He is afraid and yearns for the head teacher, afraid of his aggressive sexual orientation, and longs for the enrollment rate of the next class under him.

The principal patted the class teacher on the shoulder and sighed: "I have wronged you, class teacher."

The grade teacher beside him was worried about the lawsuit, and looked at the class teacher anxiously: "Then what, class teacher, in fact, the matter is over now, and it's not too bad, why don't you wait until this class is over before leaving? The school This year's enrollment rate needs you to contribute!"

The homeroom teacher shook hands with the two of them with a smile, and answered one by one——

"Not wronged."

"I don't want to either."

Principal: "... Oh."

The grade director: "...Why is this person so unfeeling...Then you can't hold remedial classes outside, class teacher!"

The editors and writers who had been estranged a while ago broke the ice and recovered. Xiao Wang called three times a day, provoking and urging manuscripts desperately: "Don't write for their family! Their quality is not good! When will the revised version of "The First Story" be available?" Hand it over, sir!"

The homeroom teacher walked out of the school in a graceful manner, bid farewell to two good colleagues, kicked back the poking monitor and the others, and went to the side of the road to stop the car.

"beep--"

A car was honking at him from the opposite direction.

The outstanding parents leaned on the front of the car like a dog, holding a cup of coffee or something and shaking at him.

The head teacher raised his eyebrows and walked over.

"You Xiaoxiu told you I'm leaving today?" he asked.

Excellent parents can run the train with just one mouthful: "Do you need him? I will know what you want and what you need."

The head teacher looked at him ridiculously: "What do I want to do now?"

"Now—" the excellent parent dragged his voice, and leaned closer to his ear, and the old smoker said with a rustling smile, "I want to bite me."

He stuck on the word "bite", as if he really bit the head teacher's ear.

The teacher in charge twitched his eyebrows, and raised his foot to crush the excellent parent's shoes.

"Hey, don't just step on it, find a place for you to take care of me, how about my house?"

"Otherwise your family? I think it's pretty good. My ready-made free labor just happened to transport your box and something back home for you."

"Otherwise, go to the company, and we can talk about novel creation in my office."

"Come and get in the car, and wait for the person who posted the ticket to come. I can put the box in the back seat for you, so you don't have to drive the backup."

"Hey, to be honest, I really don't think about it - fasten the seat belt - I really don't think about me? In fact, according to our agreement, if you don't work in school, teacher class, you should let me raise you directly right."

"Teacher Ban, in fact, if you really didn't think about me, you wouldn't have answered my call at all that day. You're just shy... Hey, don't move, what's stuck on your face? This is... Boer!"

"...Bit me again. Does the coffee taste good in my mouth?"

The car moved crookedly, and drove towards the wide front under the sharp eyes of the traffic police.

postscript

The father was overjoyed, completely unaware of his son's sadness.

The head teacher who was in charge of the class temporarily was not likable, You Xiaoxiu was depressed for a few days, and was very uninterested in studying. This afternoon, she put on a face and said to the head teacher, "I don't want to stay in school anymore."

The class monitor was very serious, pinching his face: "It's okay to be tired of studying, Xiaoxiu, the class teacher knows that you have to squat in the corridor to write papers again."

You Xiaoxiu: "There won't be such a scary teacher anymore."

Squad Leader: "..."

The two were sad all the way, thinking carefully about the kindness of the class teacher, and pointing their fingers to talk about the vicious face of the class teacher; while lamenting that they must study hard in the future and not live up to the expectations of the class teacher, while feeling guilty that the teacher resigned within a few days. class.

You Xiaoxiu has learned to be smart since the last time. She knows that her father does not love her mother, and the father at home is unreliable, and she always carries her keys with her wherever she goes.He opened the door sadly: "Oh, the class is empty from now on..."

The eye-catching picture made his voice stop abruptly.

"What's the matter?" The class leader took a look, and gasped suddenly—the head teacher they had been talking about all the time was right in front of him, kicking the outstanding parent off the sofa as if fighting, his whole body flushed, and dragging him for some reason Looting the shirt at the waist, he shot the knife at the two: "What American time are you two running home? Huh? What's wrong?"

The squad leader was so angry that he said, "...the devil is at your house."

The excellent parents didn't know what they took advantage of. They looked like a wolf with a tail, and they went into the kitchen with a smile on their faces: "The cheap son is back, daddy will cook for you."

The homeroom teacher bit a cigarette and lit it with a "Ka Ka", and rolled his eyes at the two who were still stupid at the door: "Why don't you hurry in and wait for the wind to come in there?"

You Xiaoxiu and the monitor came to their senses, and quietly smiled at each other.

"father!"

"What are you shouting about!"

"Son, change your mouth and call mom from now on."

"Is the paper finished?"

"..."

It's fun.

END

2018/11.01/06:33am