Teacher Meng wanted to hit someone after hearing this

The teachers in the office were shocked when they heard Meng Yuan's words, and the leader on the stage turned half black, and said immediately: "Teacher Meng Yuan, what do you mean?"

"Lin Yuanshu is just an ordinary student, and I paid more attention to him for some reason. If he just skipped classes and fought, I have the confidence to get him back on track. The fact is, there are people in his family who hurt him and A person like his mother, when it comes to domestic violence, I believe the teachers here should have seen a lot. The school's intervention will not only fail to help him, but will make Lin's father turn around and intensify the violence, won't it?" Meng Yuan Said loudly.

The leader snorted: "This is just your own rhetoric. Lin Yuanshu almost became the murderer who killed his father, and the school was also implicated. If you really followed what you said, this shouldn't be the result now."

"I admit that I am responsible for this matter." Meng Yuan said, "I will be responsible."

The leader finally caught Meng Yuan's words, and answered sharply, "How are you responsible?"

The office in the early morning was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard. A dozen or so people were all staring at Meng Yuan, feeling uneasy for this young teacher.

Meng Yuan tried his best to suppress the pressure in his chest, and finally said softly: "I will resign."

There were whispers in the crowd. As a new teacher who has just worked for two years, Meng Yuan is always the first one to arrive at the office in the morning. He works hard, is kind and gentle, and often brings breakfast for everyone. Because of this incident, the school should be blamed, and everyone felt a little bit wronged for him.

The leader got what he wanted, so he began to speak in an official tone: "There is no need to resign. The school is originally a place to serve students. A good teacher like Meng Yuan is the most welcome person in the school. As long as the future Don't make such a mistake again, this time it will be over."

According to his initial attitude, Meng Yuan naturally didn't take his words seriously, knowing that the school had to find someone to take the blame this time and give those parents an explanation.So, among the experienced class teacher and him who is still young, he must be the one who left.

So Meng Yuan said: "Thank you for the kindness of the school leaders, but I can no longer stay in the school anyway. I will write a letter of resignation this afternoon."

After speaking, without staying any longer, Meng Yuan left the administrative building directly.

Walking out of the administrative building, he heard the sound of reading aloud from the teaching building to the east. He stood where he was, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and listened quietly for a while, then turned to the teacher's office building.

In the second class, Meng Yuan went to class calmly as usual. The students below didn't notice anything wrong. Only some keen students felt that the math teacher seemed to be extra patient today. Usually, Meng Yuan used to leave half of his lectures. Half of it, but today I talked to the end in one brain, and didn't ask my classmates to answer the questions. One class, one person, from the beginning to the end.

Finally, when the get out of class was over, Meng Yuan finally announced the reason why this class was special.

"From now on, a different teacher will teach you. This class is the last one I will teach you."

As soon as Meng Yuan's words came out, the students below were all taken aback, and the students who had planned to sneak out to play after class also stopped, and the whole class fell into a strange silence.

"Teacher Meng, are you joking? Why do you want to change teachers?" The students who responded loudly asked, and then the students in the class all agreed.

Meng Yuan didn't intend to explain the reason, he said: "It's true. It's my own personal reason, you don't need to ask. Anyway, I'm leaving, you have to treat the next teacher well, otherwise, it's my fault .”

The students below suddenly started to make noise, asking him why and telling him not to leave.After all, Meng Yuan was still very popular among the students.After all, a teacher really loves his students, and the students can feel it. The story of Lin Yuanshu has been widely spread among the students. They also know how often Meng Yuan and Lin Yuanshu talked alone before the incident happened. , and as far as Lin Yuanshu's own achievements are concerned, it is impossible to talk so many times, so the content of the talk can be imagined.

Hearing that the students were reluctant to part with him, Meng Yuan's heart softened unbearably.After all, he has only been working for two years, and he is still at the age when he has given his true feelings to the students. In fact, he is reluctant to part with it, which is a pity, but now that the words have been said and his resignation letter has been written, it is impossible for things to change.

Thinking of this, Meng Yuan said again: "You have to listen to the head teacher, do you understand?"

The students still didn't believe that Meng Yuan was really about to resign, and they didn't know how to react, they all stood there watching Meng Yuan slowly walk out of the classroom and away.

When they arrived at the office, the noisy crowd immediately fell silent when they saw Meng Yuan's figure.The news of his resignation has long been known among the teachers. Everyone knows that he was completely wronged by the school, but there is nothing he can do. Someone has to come out and sacrifice.

Li Yan, the head teacher, sat at Meng Yuan's desk and waited for him. His desk had already been tidied up, and the desk was clean, leaving only a notebook of lecture notes and a few draft papers for his students' homework.

Seeing Meng Yuan, Li Yan stood up.Although she has been teaching for more than 20 years, her qualifications and experience are much richer than Meng Yuan's, but she knows what happened this time. Without Meng Yuan, Lin Yuanshu might not be alive now.But the school's decision-making, she is just an ordinary teacher, and she is powerless to fight.

Meng Yuan walked up to Li Yan and asked, "Ms. Li, is there anything else? I have just told the students about my resignation. You can rest assured to arrange the handover of the next teacher."

Li Yan looked at the tall and handsome young man in front of her, feeling deep guilt welling up in her heart. She said, "I see. I wanted to come here and tell you about Lin Yuanshu's current situation. You should want to know about it."

Meng Yuan walked to the desk, casually copied the draft, and said, "Actually, it's unnecessary, the police will definitely deal with it. I suggest the school donate some money to his family. After all, his father is not dead yet, and cancer, otherwise his mother would have a heavy burden."

Li Yan nodded: "I will apply for a bursary from the school for Lin Yuanshu."

At noon, Meng Yuan went home and brought back his school stuff, which was regarded as a formal resignation.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiang Lang sitting on the sofa, looking straight ahead with no expression on his face.

Meng Yuan put the box down by his feet and asked, "Where's the nurse?"

Jiang Lang said, "Come on, I'll let you go back again."

Meng Yuan asked, "Why?"

Jiang Lang: "I can't open the door."

Meng Yuan: "..."

Seeing the box at Meng Yuan's feet, Jiang Lang asked, "What is that?"

Meng Yuan closed the door casually, bent down, picked up the box again and walked into the room, saying, "I resign."

"What?" Jiang Lang couldn't believe it.

Meng Yuan had already entered the room, but his voice came out from the room and said, "It's just time to take care of you. You don't have to go out to trouble yourself anymore. It's another matter to find a nurse."

Jiang Lang was stunned, not knowing how to answer, he suddenly remembered that it must be related to Lin Yuanshu.

When Meng Yuan left the room again, he had already rolled up the long sleeves on both arms, put on an apron, and walked towards the kitchen: "I'll cook first."

Jiang Lang followed him into the kitchen and said, "I'm sorry."

Meng Yuan cracked two eggs and said, "What kind of apology do you say, I feel sorry for you only after seeing your injuries."

"But you still lost your job." Jiang Lang said.

"You can find another job. People are the ones I want to keep." Meng Yuan said skillfully pouring the beaten eggs into the frying pan, making a hissing sound.

Jiang Lang: "Then what are you going to do next?"

"Let's talk about it, how can you think of this so quickly. Hey, step back and go back to the living room, don't block it here, and save the fuel from accidentally splashing on you, and you won't hurt anywhere."

Jiang Lang took two steps back when he heard this, but he didn't go far away. Instead, he leaned against the kitchen door and watched Meng Yuan's busy figure. He didn't seem to be affected by unemployment at all.

In his mind, he quickly filtered out ways to help Meng Yuan find a job. This was not difficult for him, but he didn't know how to get Meng Yuan to accept it.After all, as a down-and-out painter, he has no excuse to come up with such resources and connections.

He thought about it a thousand times, and in a blink of an eye, he thought about the matter of Meng Yuan knocking on his door to express condolences to his wound, and Meng Yuan's attitude towards him in the past few days, and suddenly realized that his hard work these days was indeed worthless. It was not in vain, and there was a qualitative leap last night!

Jiang Lang couldn't help a smile from the corner of his mouth, and it happened that Meng Yuan had finished a dish, he picked up the plate and turned around, and saw two arms covered with plaster on Jiang Lang's chest, with a bewildered smile on his face, The picture is very beautiful...

Jiang Lang had already put away his smile, and changed back to a pain in his arm, a face full of bitter hatred.He turned slightly sideways to let Meng Yuan, who was carrying the plate, pass by. At the narrow kitchen door, the bodies of the two brushed past indistinctly, and a tiny electric current passed through it, so small that it could be ignored.

Meng Yuan put two or three dishes on the table, then filled the rice, took chopsticks and spoons, and then sat down at the dining table—sitting directly next to Jiang Lang, picked up the bowl in front of him, and was about to start Repeat action from last night.

Jiang Lang said bluntly, "In two days, I'll have a reexamination on my right arm, and then the plaster cast can be removed."

"Well, I'll go with you. Open your mouth, ah—" Meng Yuan said.

Jiang Lang's heart is full of bullshit. In the future, no matter where you get hurt, don't get your arms hurt. It's too shameful not to be able to take care of yourself.

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Lin Yuanshu's story has come to an end~