Love Letters

"Who is she? What is she doing?"

"She seems to be in Class 1."

"He Miao, a poor student, will probably be criticized."

"Now there's something good to watch."

It was a rare opportunity to stop and not do that stupid shit, and people below started talking about it.

Just like a civet in a melon field, jumping up and down.

"Why does He Miao always get caught? She is so unlucky."

As he spoke, Du Yuze imitated He Miao's previous exercise movements and showed off and swayed in front of Xu Mobai.

Seeing Xu Mobai's gloomy face, he calmed down and focused his eyes on the podium.

In the morning, the temperature began to rise gradually.

He Miao was sweating a little, and the school uniform was sticking to his skin, making him feel a little stuffy.

There were beads of sweat on her face. She wiped it with her hand and then looked ahead.

Looking at the numerous heads in the audience, He Miao felt a little dizzy, but he still mustered up the courage to start his own rhythm.

If she feels embarrassed in this situation, she will only feel more embarrassed.

Although He Miao can't remember the gymnastics she did before, she knows other things.

He Miao started freestyle.

She danced wildly and with abandon, using moves that were not popular at the time.

Others are letting their ideals fly, but He Miao is letting himself fly.

The dance posture, movements and rhythm were considered avant-garde at the time.

With thousands of teachers and students below him in the track and field, He Miao felt that his life was not in vain.

"What is she dancing for?"

"It's quite interesting."

"It's much better than the stupid pose we're doing now."

"Let's dance this, it's obviously more youthful and energetic."

"That's right! I can't stand this old people's disco."

Suddenly the entire track and field became bustling with activity.

He Miao's leap was recorded in history.

From then on, teachers of all grades and subjects used this as a negative example to teach students of all classes.

He originally wanted to punish He Miao, but unexpectedly she became popular.

Yan Yanming looked at the cheering students below the stage and felt a little angry.

He cleared his throat to tell everyone to stop making noise, then pushed people to the front.

"Some students don't study hard. They sleep in class, rank last in exams, and even climb over the wall to go out."

Since he couldn't do anything to her during the exercises, Yan Yanming started to talk about other things.

"She doesn't know how to learn well even though her family is in financial difficulty. Do you know He Ji Tofu? Her family sells tofu."

At first, he spoke out of his identity as an educator, but as he spoke, Yan Yanming's sense of superiority emerged.

Perhaps wanting to vent his anger and embarrass her, Yan Yanming started to target He Miao's family.

Unable to attack He Miao, Yan Yanming started from He Miao's family.

"If it weren't for her mother's hard work selling tofu, begging the teacher for a chance..."

As if remembering something, Yan Yanming suddenly sneered, "Do you know her mother? Have you ever eaten He Ji Tofu? A fat woman weighing over 200 pounds is making trouble in our office."

"I can only say that ordinary people are just like this. Some people are poor for a reason, and they deserve to be like this."

Yan Yanming didn't want to educate He Miao, he just wanted to humiliate her.

"It's so embarrassing to have my family affairs talked about in front of so many people."

"No matter how thick-skinned you are, you can't stand such humiliation."

“It feels like attacking family members is a bit too much.”

There are lies on the stage and noise in the audience.

The sun gradually rose higher, moving from the side of the teaching building to above people's heads.

He Miao stood in front of the podium without moving, just listening silently.

She had been caught and made to make self-criticism before, and at that time she felt ashamed and insulted.

After that, people around her looked down on her more and more, and she became the target of isolation and bullying.

It's as if it's been labeled and branded.

Later, she became more and more tired of studying, and her high school life became depressed, anxious, disunited, clique-based, and scheming...

She spent more than two of the darkest years in this situation.

He Miao's face was very red. To be exact, his entire head and all the exposed skin were red.

I don’t know if it was because he was scolded in front of everyone, or because it was hot or because he had just finished exercising.

He Miao stepped forward and bowed obediently, then grabbed Yan Yanming's speech manuscript.

She coughed lightly, then said calmly, "Although I know that I can't blame society for my bad luck, Director, you are right about one thing."

"First of all, I want to apologize. I deserved it for sleeping in class and climbing over the wall to go out. I will accept any punishment or scolding."

"But the principal has already said to give me a chance. I have reviewed my mistakes and maintained hygiene. I hope the school, teachers and classmates will give me a chance..."

He Miao began a one-minute-long self-reflection.

She reflected, but not much.

Brain: Reviewed.

Mouth: Leave me alone!

She spoke quickly, with great emotion, sincerity, and precise timing.

The applause started from the back row of Class 1, and then the entire stadium became boiling.

"He Miao is awesome!"

"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."

Yan Yanming didn't expect He Miao to be so stubborn. He should have just endured the loss quietly, but he had to be so stubborn...

He was angry but he was still the director of the Academic Affairs Office after all. Even if he didn't consider He Miao's face, he had to consider his own.

"Since He Miao is truly sorry, the school is not an unsympathetic place. I hope she can study hard in the future."

Yan Yanming was angry but she didn't vent it. She glanced at He Miao beside her and said impatiently, "You can go down."

He Miao didn't move.

"I told you I'd give you a chance, and you're not going down yet because you want me to take it back."

He Miao did not go down, but instead walked a few steps towards the podium.

"My words are harsh, Director Yan, please don't mind."

"It's okay, just tell me!"

She changed the subject and began to seek justice.

"I have just apologized and reflected on my actions. Now I hope the director can apologize to me and my mother and admit his mistakes in front of all the teachers and students."

"mistake?"

Yan Yanming felt as if he had heard a huge joke.

"Director Yan, can you explain what a fat woman weighing over 200 pounds means? What does it mean to be poor and deserve it?"

If you are criticized by others, you will inevitably have to bear the consequences of your momentary verbal pleasure.

"As the Dean of the Academic Affairs Office, not only did he fail to set a good example, he also openly attacked others' bodies and appearances, and judged a person's efforts based on their family's financial status."

He Miao's words were sonorous and powerful, like a hard hammer, knocking on people's hearts again and again.

"Is it shameful to be poor? We didn't steal or rob."

There was no trace of his previous arrogance at all, and tears were glistening in the corners of He Miao's eyes.

"Who doesn't want to be rich? If ten million dollars fell from the sky on me, I would go to the city library to read books every day."

"On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I ride my bike to the playground at 8am and walk back at 6pm. At noon, I take a walk by the river to watch the birds. On Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, I talk about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as poetry and songs. It is my duty to revive useless hobbies. From now on, life will be so leisurely and fulfilling. "

"You are the last one in the rankings, yet you dare to have such wild ideas. It's really eye-opening."

Sarcasm, ridicule, connotation... Yan Yan was clearly really angry and was eager to find an outlet.

But stepping on He Miao was like stepping on dog shit.

Even if he is a soft persimmon, He Miao will turn him into mud, dog shit, and super glue in his hands.

He Miao also imitated his sarcasm, "No one is as good as you in fanning the flames."

"you......"

This was the first time Yan Yanming was humiliated in front of a student and he was so angry that he felt dizzy.

"Du Yuze."

"Ok?"

"Come on."

"?"

Du Yuze looked at Xu Mobai, then at the podium, and his clever little brain immediately understood.