He's doing handicraft again

Summer vacation is a vacation that seems long at first, but feels short once it is over.

Xiao Yuan survived the summer vacation by watching the handmade live broadcast every night, and finally ushered in the first day of school.

Since he lives in the teacher's dormitory every day, he relies on takeaway for three meals a day. He has hardly been exposed to the sun for two months, and his whole body has turned white several degrees.

After entering the teacher's office, Xiao Yuan discovered that other teachers had been hacked several times.

With one increase and one decrease, he looked even fairer.

"Miss Xiao, did you use some whitening products?" Teacher Ye sighed enviously.

"This is..." Xiao Yuan compared a wink, and said flatly, "Natural beauty is hard to give up on."

"Don't irritate Mrs. Ye, she spent a lot of money on her face, it's better that you don't use anything, Mrs. Xiao." Mrs. Chen said.

"What's the use of being so white?" Teacher Ma muttered in a low voice.

"What do you know?" Teacher Ye, who was closer to Teacher Ma, heard it clearly, and retorted him, "It is suitable for both men and women to cover up all ugliness with one white, not to mention Mr. Xiao, whose facial features are originally impeccable. The beauty is the icing on the cake.”

"Okay, okay, it's almost time for class, let's get ready." Teacher Chen said.

The office suddenly fell silent, and the teachers each looked at their own textbooks.

Xiao Yuan looked at his new schedule, labor skills classes are all arranged in the afternoon, there are 12 classes in the first day of the new junior high school, so there are 12 classes in a week, there are two classes on the first, third and fifth days, and three classes on the second and fourth day , the distribution is quite even, he is quite satisfied, so that he can sleep in every day.

He fumbled until the afternoon, and when he heard the class bell ring, he realized that it was time for him to go to class, but he hadn't picked up the textbook yet.

Then just read the textbooks for the students, Xiao Yuan thought so and walked into the classroom of Class 3, Junior One.

After the routine greetings from teachers and students, Xiao Yuan said: "My surname is Xiao, and students can call me Teacher Xiao. Without further ado, students take out their textbooks and turn to the first page."

The students below looked at each other, Xiao Yuan saw a student whose hand was about to be raised, so he raised his right hand to signal him to speak.

"Mr. Xiao, no textbooks have been issued for the Labor Skills class," the student said.

"What?" Xiao Yuan was startled, and originally wanted to talk casually about the textbook, "What about the material bag?"

Xiao Yuan remembers that when he was in junior high school, he seemed to give out material packages for labor skills classes, which contained small motors, small wooden blocks and so on.

"nor."

Still answered by the same student.

Xiao Yuan was silent. This technical class was more casual than he imagined. Seeing nearly 50 pairs of eyes looking at him, he began to think about how to pass this class first.

Have!A few days ago, the up host Xiao Yuan followed posted a video introducing origami.

He watched that video no less than ten times, and the amazing thing is that he didn't remember what items the up owner folded at all.

But this is not important, what is important is that it gave him inspiration, let the students make origami.

Anyway, origami only needs paper, and there is no need to prepare materials specially, just tear a sheet from the draft book.

Students who pursue uniqueness can also fold napkins and candy wrappers.

This idea couldn't be better, thank you up master, thank you pumpkin video, thank you XXTV, thank you parents, thank you...

Xiao Yuan coughed and chased away the inexplicable words of thanks that appeared in his mind: "Students, in the first technical class, let's fold a piece of paper and exercise our fingers!"

Needing to add something, Xiao Yuan said: "Students can make it in class and hand it in. If you don't have an idea in class or it's too late, you can go home and fold it."

After saying this, Xiao Yuan took an empty box from the back of the classroom after distributing the textbooks, and wrote a big "three" on the outside: "I will put this box in the office, if you don't have time to hand in homework in class , go to my office and hand it in after finishing, or you can hand it over to the representative of the labor technical department.”

"The deadline to hand in homework is this Friday before school. Don't forget to write your name on your homework."

After finishing this series of words, Xiao Yuan was slightly relieved, his impromptu performance was not bad.However, the students below did not move at all...

"I will grade your homework, and I will comment next week." Xiao Yuan resorted to his trump card.

After saying this sentence, the students in Class 3 ([-]) of junior high school finally responded.

Sure enough, the students are more sensitive to the word "score". They are really a group of poor children who are forced by exam-oriented education.

Watching the students move their hands, Xiao Yuan found a chair and sat down, and began to lose his mind.

After a while, some students put on a show and started doing homework in other subjects. Xiao Yuan turned a blind eye, and thought in his heart that some teachers were really perverted and assigned homework on the first day of school.

In fact, when Xiao Yuan taught mathematics in the past, his teaching level was still high. It was because he was too easy-going and assigned few homework. Sometimes he saw that students had too many homework in other subjects and simply didn't assign them.

Over time, most of the students stopped taking mathematics seriously, and the mathematics scores of the class taught by Xiao Yuan couldn't improve.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Xiao Yuan looked at the box, and there were very few homework handed in. It seemed that he was frightened by the grading, so he should go home and study hard (Student: You think too much).

He returned to the office with the empty box.

—

For Jiang Xin, time passed really quickly, and the two-month summer vacation passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past two months, Jiang Xin's stationery shop was empty, and it survived thanks to the feed from the cuties in the live broadcast room.

The main force of feeding is Xiao Yuanzi, and Jiang Xin expressly hinted several times that enough is enough for Xiao Yuanzi, but Xiao Yuanzi still goes his own way.

The impoverished Jiang Xin had no choice but to accept the kindness, and asked Xiao Yuanzi what he wanted.

Xiaoyuanzi said that he wanted a room manager in the live broadcast room, so that he could protect the harmony and positiveness of the barrage content in the live broadcast room, and keep all the swearing people who posted advertisements out of the live broadcast room.

Jiang Xin didn't understand, wasn't this just finding a job for himself?Not yet paid.

But he still complied with Yuanzi's request.

On the day of September 9st, the business of Jiangxin stationery store has improved a little due to the opening of the junior high school opposite, but it is only "somewhat". Thinking about the rent payment next month, Jiangxin continues to worry .

Just when he was thinking about what to do to earn some extra money, his phone rang. It wasn't takeaway or delivery. The phone displayed "Ms. Yang", the parent of a student when Jiang Xin was a tutor.

Jiang Xin: "Hello? Aunt Yang?"

Ms. Yang: "Small salary, are you working in Yancheng after graduation?"

Jiang Xin: "Yes."

Opening a shop counts as work.

Ms. Yang: "Auntie wants to trouble you with one thing. Can you continue to tutor my children after work? Auntie knows that you must be tired after working all day, but Auntie can't help it. This brat won't do his homework well without tutoring. He found three tutors for him this summer, but he was not satisfied, so he only recognized you. Look... can you?"

Jiang Xin: "This..."

Ms. Yang: "Auntie, please!"

Jiang Xin: "Okay then, is it okay from 6:8 to [-]:[-]?"

The stationery store has no business after 6 o'clock, and the live broadcast will be broadcast at 9 o'clock, which is just the right time.

Ms. Yang: "No problem, thank you very much! Can we start tomorrow?"

Jiang Xin: "Okay, then I will hang up, and see you Aunt Yang."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xin heaved a sigh of relief, at least he had an extra source of income.

—

On Tuesday night, Jiang Xin returned to his old job of tutoring in order to make a living.

The student he wants to teach is named Shen You. The typical name is not worthy of the name. His academic performance has been at the bottom for a long time, and his sports performance is also hovering around the passing line. If he insists on advantages, he is probably a "potential stock".

That's right, he is a little fat guy, and he has successfully raised the average weight of the class.

Ms. Yang didn't find a tutor for Shen You to improve her son's grades, but just to let her son finish his homework well and not be called a parent by the teacher, so Jiang Xin's tutor did it very easily.

That night, Jiang Xin only spent a little over an hour tutoring the little fat man's homework, probably because the teachers hadn't been so frantic in assigning homework just after school started.

He saw many broken airplanes and spinning tops on the table, so he asked casually, "Do you still like origami?"

"No, this is also homework, homework for labor skills class." Ms. Yang came in with a fruit plate and began to complain, "This brat has been folding since he came back from school yesterday, and he wants me to fold a piece of paper for him to see too. .What do you mean you have to hand in the grades? It must be folded well. It would be great if other subjects can be so focused."

Jiang Xin understood it in seconds. It seems that the teacher of the labor technical class is a beautiful young lady who has touched the boy's heart.Since this is also homework, it is also within the scope of his tutoring, he asked Shen You: "What do you want to hand in?"

"I don't know either, it should be special."

"Then let's start with the simple ones, you can fold like this first..."

20 minutes passed, Shen You was still handicapped, and the desk was full of "wreckage" of paper.

And Jiang Xin, while guiding, casually folded a lifelike saber-toothed tiger out.

"Teacher, can you give this to me for homework?" Shen You salivated as he looked at the saber-toothed tiger in Jiang Xin's hand.

"This..." Jiang Xin hesitated.

"Small salary, just give it to him, or he will waste paper every day." Ms. Yang saw that her son had the same handicap as hers, "Why don't auntie ask you to buy it?"

"That's not necessary." Jiang Xin ended his first tutoring after graduation, and left the saber-toothed tiger to Shen You.

—

After returning to the stationery store, Jiang Xin took a piece of paper and sat at the desk, folding it, and then couldn't help thinking about the past.

Jiang Xin's hobby is handicrafts.

A little hobby that made him dare not speak out, so he could only play it secretly, and dared not let others find out.

Jiang Xin discovered his hobby when he was in elementary school labor skills class.

Whenever other students take labor skills class to make up their homework, Jiang Xin will spend the whole class time to make the manual tasks assigned by the teacher as perfect as possible.

His works can always be placed in the school's display window for the whole school to admire.

Although Jiang Xin's grades are mediocre, he has gained a great sense of honor in handwork.This sense of honor spurred him to occupy the top spot in the labor skills class for six full years.

But the turning point happened in junior high school. Although junior high school also had labor skills classes, everyone agreed to treat labor skills classes as self-study classes.

Xiao Jiangxin, who had just entered junior high school, was still an idiot. When he saw that there was a technical class on the schedule for that day, he kept looking forward to it, but five minutes had passed since the bell rang for the class, and the teacher hadn't come yet.The students read books, and those who did their homework did their homework. It was not surprising why the teacher didn't show up.

Jiang Xin had no choice but to take out the "Collected Works of Shen Gu's Philosophical History" from his schoolbag, and began to study it.

This book was a gift from his cousin for entering junior high school, and he also promised to give him the second book when he entered high school, and the third book when he entered college.

Jiang Xin took the draft paper and followed the steps in the book to fold the paper. Unfortunately, the draft paper was too fragile, and it broke after a few folds.

It seems that I have to beg my cousin to help him buy some better paper. I don't dare to expect extravagant washi paper, but I can always buy some hand-kneaded paper.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Xin was startled by the sudden sound, and his hands trembled. The holed paper that was intended to be thrown into the trash can deviated from the intended track and hit a classmate on the head...

Smiling apologetically at the classmate who was hit, Jiang Xin turned around and found that it was the head teacher, so he replied, "I'm... origami."

The students who were still reading and doing their homework burst into laughter when they heard this, and all their eyes turned to Jiang Xin, as if they were looking at a strange flower.

"Origami? Look at what other students are doing? Have you finished your homework? Have you understood the knowledge in the textbook?" The head teacher said in a bad tone.

"But...but isn't this class a technical class?" Jiang Xin retorted softly.

"What did you say?" The head teacher asked coolly, not knowing whether he really didn't hear it or pretended not to hear it.

"No...it's nothing." Jiang Xin hesitated, hid the "Collected Works of Shen Gu Philosophy" in his schoolbag, opened his homework book and started to do homework.

"Let me see you reading books other than textbooks in the future, and they will all be confiscated!" The homeroom teacher put down his harsh words, and went around the classroom again, seeing that the students were obediently reading books and doing their homework, and left with their hands behind their backs in satisfaction.

Since then, Jiang Xin has never seen the legendary labor skills teacher.The labor skills class is either used for homework, or it is used by the main subject teachers for quizzes.

Later, when Jiang Xin entered high school, the pressure of his studies became heavier, and he didn't have time to develop his hobbies.Later, when Jiang Xin was admitted to the university, the second and third volumes promised by his cousin did not come true.

The author has something to say: Jiang Xin: What does a junior high school labor skills teacher look like?

Shen You: The teacher of the junior high school labor skills class is fair and beautiful!