Long Jiale

After the class in the morning was over, all the forty teachers who traveled that day gathered at the school gate and got on the bus. This time, the person in charge of the team was Zhou Shaohui. He took the name list and arranged the seats for the teachers. When Qu Lingling got on the bus, she whispered to him: " If the head teacher of class three doesn't go, I'll take her place."

After Qu Lingling got into the car, the other teachers were surprised to see her, "Didn't you go there last year?"

"Go on behalf of Teacher He this year."

"We're going to the countryside this year to suffer, and you're going there too?"

"Of course you can't let go if you have the opportunity to go out."

The teachers on this outing were mixed between men and women. Compared with the primary school teachers whose gender ratio was unbalanced, there were many more male teachers in junior high schools. Most of the mathematics, physics and chemistry teachers in Guping Junior High School were male teachers. Wu Mo sat with the mathematics, physics and chemistry teachers in their school. Together, Li Fanghe, who also teaches mathematics, happened to sit opposite him.

Mr. Li Fanghe loves to compare with Wu Mo's grades, the math grades of the classes they lead, the total grades, other honors, and the students they bring out. After ten years of comparison, it is almost like a conditioned reflex.

As long as the other party makes a slight mistake, Li Fanghe will seize the opportunity to compete with him and overwhelm Wu Mo.

During this trip, Li Fanghe heard that it was Wu Mo’s suggestion to the senior director. He also knew that a student Wu Mo once liked was from Qingquan Village. Actually let us go to the countryside, it’s still a village in our county, the school is too much.” “I don’t know what the school thinks about going to such a poor place.” “I really don’t know where to find the place to go…”

Li Fanghe thought that if he had something to say this time, he could stab Wu Mo and embarrass him in public.

He pushed Wu Mo with his elbow, and although he was smiling, his words were not warm at all, "Old Wu, you are so unkind this time, you have made everyone miserable, our school was going on a red tour District, but you recommended it to the grade director and dragged us to this village, I really feel sorry for everyone!"

After hearing this, the other teachers talked a lot, "Is this place recommended by Mr. Wu? Is Mr. Wu's village fun?"

"Mr. Wu, have you been there?"

Wu Mo happily said to them: "The place is nice, you will know when you go there, the water is good there, and the farm food is delicious."

Li Fanghe sang against him: "No matter how delicious the farmhouse food is, how delicious can it be? It takes an hour or two to drive there. It's almost one o'clock now. It must be two o'clock when we get there. We are so hungry and dizzy. Even a few steamed buns are delicious, Mr. Cui, are you eating bread? Can you share one with me, I’m getting hungry..."

"I don't care if his farm food is good or not, I have to fill my stomach before I can talk—" Li Fanghe raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wu Mo, "Old Wu, do you want to eat?"

Wu Mo shook his head, "I still have to save the food for lunch."

Li Fanghe yelled loudly: "I suddenly remembered that when I just left school, I bought a bag of fried chestnuts with sugar. Teachers, whoever is hungry, come here to eat. There is still a long drive." Li Fanghe distributed the fried chestnuts in his hand to others teacher.

His demeanor made it clear in front of Wu Mo that teachers like them are not interested in any farm food. After Li Fanghe divided the fried chestnuts with sugar, he ate a few small breads, drank a few sips of water, and pretended to knead them. Rubbing his stomach, "I'm full, it doesn't matter if I eat or not at noon."

Seeing Li Fanghe like this, the other teachers also felt that they were hungry, and they complained one after another, "Isn't the place too far away? Why haven't we arrived yet? Everyone is starving to death." "I don't want to eat any farm food. Who has bread?" Give me one." "It's a good Teacher's Day, but I have to go out and suffer from hunger!"...

Li Fanghe turned his head to face Wu Mo in front of everyone and said, "Mr. Wu, look at what you have done to everyone. I know you are good to the students, but they have all graduated. You, a good teacher, still want to generate income for them."

The teacher next to him didn't understand, so he asked, "Mr. Li, what do you mean by what you said?"

"You don't know, don't you, this time we went to the countryside bitterly, it was recommended by Mr. Wu, a rural farmhouse run by one of his students..."

"Which student?"

"Shen Zhoucheng."

"I seem to have heard of this name before, the first grade in that year?"

"The second grader is Tang Xuanliang in my class, he is doing well now..."

……

Wu Mo closed his eyes and pretended not to participate in their discussion. Hearing Li Fanghe's words, he hummed in his heart and smiled. He didn't want to generate income for the students, but his wife was thinking about other people's chickens.

The bus stopped at Qingquan Village, and the teachers on the bus got off one by one. They found a tall man with handsome features standing near the bus. There was a white fluffy mass on the man's shoulder.

When the female teacher who got out of the car saw the facial features of that person, her dozing eyes suddenly became clear. Everyone has a love for beauty, and the teachers also like good-looking people, let alone this one in front of them. A handsome guy with outstanding looks.

They thought that today's trip to the countryside would not be so difficult to accept. It doesn't matter if you can't see the beautiful scenery, as long as you have a handsome guy.

Shen Zhoucheng walked up to Teacher Wu Mo and greeted him. Wu Mo was about to say a few words to him, but before he could speak, he was ruthlessly pushed out of the crowd. The teachers were crowded around.

Wu Mo: "..."

Male teachers have no human rights.

The female teachers present are all non-cooked. They usually call the shots in their own classes and are used to being the boss. They never know what it is to be afraid of being shy. They are more eloquent than anyone else. Make the scene look like a duck farm:

"Are you Teacher Wu's student back then? You are so handsome, how tall are you, are you married?"

"Are you running a farmhouse in the village? What are the characteristics of your village?"

"Xiao Shen, shall we go to your house for dinner today?"

……

Surrounded by a group of enthusiastic female teachers with an average height of less than 1.6 meters 1.8, in their fiery eyes, under their chattering steel mouths, even Shen Zhoucheng, who is [-] meters tall and stands out from the crowd, can't help but feel a burst of light. Not to mention the little fox who has just come down from the mountain and has never seen anything on his shoulders.

The little fox originally had its tail hanging behind Shen Zhoucheng's shoulders, and stretched itself into a long strip, lying on his shoulders, with his two little paws crossed leisurely in front of him, his little head looking ahead energetically, and his bright black eyes Deep and shiny, like agate stones immersed in water.

After being surrounded by these female teachers, he found that their eyes were exactly the same as when he was chasing chickens on the mountain. The role reversal makes it acceptable to be incompetent.

Finally, like the fleeing pheasants, it hid its little head near Shen Zhoucheng's earlobe and ear roots, and its little paws firmly clung to his clothes, but this was not enough, the little fox couldn't bear it in the end, With a whoosh, the whole fox jumped into Shen Zhoucheng's arms, rolled itself into a circle, shrank its small head under the body, and closed its two pointed ears.

If the little white fox doesn't move, it's fine, and if it moves—the female teacher's eyes will be shifted from Shen Zhoucheng to it.

A high-spirited female voice asked in surprise: "Is this a white fox you raised?"

The male biology teacher held his cheeks in a serious manner: "It's a white fox. I've identified it carefully just now. It's rare."

The male physics teacher sighed: "This is very fast!"

The biology teacher turned his head to tell the physics teacher about the running speed of the popular science fox in the wild. The male physics teacher talked about acceleration.

Other Chinese teachers and history teachers don't care if you are fast or not, even if you are over forty years old, they also like this kind of white and soft cute thing, the little fox is white and has no variegated fox fur, which is especially beautiful, smooth and slippery Just by looking at the fur, one can imagine its soft touch, which makes people want to touch it.

They couldn't touch it on the shoulders before, but now Xiao Baituan is tucked into Shen Zhoucheng's arms, and he can touch it with his hand. A female teacher in her forties, wearing a black skirt and a little lame, raised her hand in the crowd. It is necessary to grab the fat buttocks of the little fox that are bulging because of curling up.

The hand that stretched out had very sharp fingernails, and there were still residues of faded red nail polish on it. When the hands were about to touch the little white ball, another strong elbow blocked her away.

Shen Zhoucheng protects the little fox in his arms and prevents anyone else from touching its body. His warm palm caresses the little fox's back as if comforting, sensing the familiar smell, the little fox opens its eyes , the little head rubbed over and licked the back of his hand.

He protected the little white ball in his arms, and said to the surrounding teachers: "It doesn't like to be touched by others, it will bite, teachers forgive me."

Most of the female teachers are very understanding: "It's okay, we won't touch it, your little fox? Why is the fur so well raised? What do you usually feed?"

"None of my Samoyeds have such good-looking white fur."

"What do you usually feed?"

Some teachers who raise dogs at home seem to have grasped some important points. It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people to fish from another angle. Although you can’t touch such a beautiful little white fox, you can ask the owner how to raise it. , Raising the fur so beautifully, they will try it when they go home.

These people curiously asked why Shen Zhoucheng kept the little fox so smooth and smooth, and what he ate on weekdays...

Shen Zhoucheng: "..."

He felt a bit of embarrassment, the little guy in his arms usually eats Hesai's food, if they follow this way and go back to raise a dog, the dog will be bald...

The reason why the little fox can keep so beautiful is that it is a little spirit fox itself, plus the blessing of Shen Zhoucheng, a great man with aura.

Shen Zhoucheng tried his best to pick some correct answers: "Feed it fish and shrimp...it likes to bask in the sun by the water..."

After hearing his answer, the teachers who asked the questions nodded thoughtfully, Shen Zhoucheng was extremely ashamed, and only hoped that they would not go back and mess with their little cute things.

The talk here was fiery, and the female teacher who was blocked by Shen Zhoucheng before was standing near the crowd, her lips were already pursed into a straight line.