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She was the only art teacher in the Garden Department, and anyone could tell that he was criticizing her.

But she couldn't argue.

The leader did not criticize him by name. Once he refuted, he would start a confrontation with Director Xia, which would completely break his face.

I wonder who told Director Xia? I don’t know what it said?

Moreover, the reasons for drawing cartoons are too complicated to explain, and others may be involved.

The class teacher of the Grade 10 recruitment class was Zhang Chunting. Fang Chen first suspected that Zhang Chunting said something unfavorable to the students, which caused the freshmen to make trouble in the first class. But the matter did not get serious, and Zhang Chunting may have just said it carelessly, and may not have deliberately instigated the students. What's more, what they said is true. Fang Chen's undergraduate major in university was forestry, and his colleagues all majored in gardening, and most of them had studied some art.

Those who majored in gardening didn't have the opportunity to teach art, but she, a forestry major, was actually teaching art classes. Fang Chen guessed that this was the fundamental reason why some colleagues always had trouble with Fang Chen.

Fang Chen figured this out a long time ago.

So when filling out various forms, she always wrote down the Bachelor of Arts degree from the Fine Arts Department of Beijing Normal University that she received four years after graduation. But everyone chose to turn a blind eye and only stared at her bachelor's degree.

Lin's bachelor's degree has simply become a shame to her.

No way, you can't wake up a person pretending to sleep, let alone a group of people pretending to sleep.

No matter what, we are all colleagues in the same department, major, and office. It is better to live in peace and harmony.

If he refutes, not only will Director Xia be embarrassed, but also to clarify the ins and outs of the matter, he will at least have to name a few students who took the lead in making noises. It would be bad if the students were punished for this. They were all freshmen who had just entered school, and it was obvious that they were being taken advantage of.

Fang Chen felt very strange. She felt that it had been so long since it happened, and it was just when school started. Now the autumn sports meeting had been held, and it was almost two months ago. Why did she bring this matter up now? Turned it out? Moreover, I solved it at the time, the matter did not become a big deal, and the students' subsequent performance was good, so there was no need to pursue it further.

The most important thing is that Fang Chen also wants to maintain a harmonious relationship between colleagues, even if it is superficial harmony.

So, she remained silent and didn't say a word.

The meeting ended and everyone walked out. Fang Chen sat still. She wanted to wait until everyone left to explain the whole matter to Xia Bo.

But several people were talking to Xia Bo. They all seem to be very important work matters.

Fang Chen had no choice but to wait quietly.

Finally, several people left one after another. Xia Bo stood up and left the conference room one behind the other with Yu Meifang.

Fang Chen quickly followed, and Xia Bo opened the office door with a sullen face.

Fang Chen said carefully and softly: "Director Xia, I want to talk to you."

Xia Bo rolled his eyes and snorted: "No time!" He looked like an overbearing child.

Yu Meifang, who was opposite the door, came over with a stack of documents: "Director Xia, these documents all need your signature." As she said that, she raised her eyes and glanced at Fang Chen with her eyebrows furrowed.

Although Yu Meifang didn't see Fang Chen crying, she felt very proud when she saw Fang Chen helpless and anxious.

In the past few days, there were always a few students looking for trouble, saying that the homework sent back was damaged, or simply saying that they had not received their homework, and they relentlessly approached Fang Chen for explanation, which annoyed her.

Fang Chen felt depressed and had nowhere to vent, so when class resumed, he would sullenly place still life objects on the still life table.

The students looked at each other, looked at each other, and made eye contact with each other ------- It's so scary, is this teacher crazy? ······Can't you put such a large pile of still lifes...can this be painted by a human being? ······If I go, I won’t let anyone live anymore!

There is no way, the teacher is unhappy, it is the students who suffer.

The attentive students have long noticed that today's teacher is different from usual. When he was giving the lecture, he spoke as fast as if he was quarreling, and there was a trace of anger between his brows, which made him feel very difficult to offend... ·

I want to explode, but I don't dare, for fear of hitting the muzzle of the gun. Moreover, I was wrong in the first place. I still remember the time when I gave the teacher a thumbs up in the first class! Especially those students who always look for trouble when they have nothing to do. They have their own ulterior motives, and they can no longer hold back their "you owe me a debt" attitude. They can only frown, grin, and feel miserable. racking your brains to draw...

Could it be that this teacher has begun to take revenge? He has tolerated it for long enough. This teacher is evil, really evil...

I dare not say anything with my mouth, and draw hesitantly with my hands, but my heart is full of suspicion and slander...

Their expressions were tangled, painful and even ferocious...

Fang Chen looked at it and felt a little unbearable, but he diluted his depression a little...

"Teacher, can you help me?" a student asked timidly. Fang Chen went over and drew a few strokes and said a few words. The student nodded, took the pencil, gritted his teeth and continued to struggle!

"Teacher, how do you express the relationship between these still lifes?"

"Teacher, please save me." Seeing hope, the students spoke out one after another.

"Don't worry, come one by one..." Fang Chen became busy.

Busyness is the best medicine and can cure all bad emotions.

It’s already the end of October.

The weather is getting colder every day.

Fang Chen thought about it, but he couldn't figure out why Xia Bo targeted her everywhere and refused to communicate at all.

At night, Fang Chen had insomnia again.

Over the years, Fang Chen often couldn't sleep at night because of some things that made him feel particularly sad and painful. She simply got up in the middle of the night to write, essays and papers. Over the past few years, dozens of papers have been published.

This time, too.

Anyway, tomorrow is Saturday, so it doesn't matter if you get up later.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the night that I fell asleep.

Even when I fell asleep, I couldn't restless. I kept dreaming that night...

When I woke up in the morning, the anxiety was still there, but my dreams were no longer clear.

On Saturday afternoon, Fang Chen's family of three met with his college classmate Qin Jing's family of three at the gate of Xiangshan Park.

The two families had made an appointment to climb Xiangshan Mountain together to enjoy the red leaves.

Qin Jing's son Jianjian is half a year younger than Jianjian, and the two happened to play together.

Fang Chen once jokingly asked Qin Jing: "Did you name your baby after my son?"

"What's the matter? I didn't even know your baby's name at that time, and I wasn't the one who gave her the name. Her grandfather gave it to her."

"You don't even have naming rights for your own products, which is a bit miserable."

"Who says it's not the case!" Qin Jing made a pitiful look.

In fact, both of them knew that the grandfather's name was a sign of the importance he attached to his child. In traditional cultural concepts, it is generally the grandfather who names his children.

As soon as they met, the two little guys jumped up and down hand in hand, as if they were happy. The two fathers followed the children and started climbing the mountain.

Fang Chen and Qin Jing didn't need to worry about the children and walked slowly and relaxedly.

The mountains are red and the forests are dyed.

This scene is just like the famous painter Li Keran's landscape painting "Ten Thousand Mountains Are Red", the red is passionate and gorgeous.

Suddenly, the gentle chirping of birds broke the tranquility. I saw a gray-blue gray magpie flying leisurely through the cotinus trees.

Watching the gray magpie fly away, Fang Chen sighed and said: "How beautiful! When we retire, it will be great to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to live in and live a pastoral life!"

"Then we'll have to wait!" Qin Jing also looked fascinated.

"That's right! I wonder if I can retire early?"

"It should be possible, but if you retire early, you won't have much pension. How will you live in the future?" Qin Jing said seriously.

Qin Jing is the type who takes everything seriously no matter what she does. Even if others joke with her, she will take it seriously.

Fang Chen is not as extremely serious as Qin Jing, but she is a bit stubborn and not adaptable, so the two people's brain circuits are generally in sync, so the two of them have been talking to each other since college.