trivial story

It is said that Hao Dejun, the class teacher, entered the fifth middle school in the same year as the principal, and has taught high school chemistry for nearly 30 years, and he is familiar with several sets of textbooks before and after.Now that people are middle-aged, the hair on the top is gradually thinning, but the thinner it is, the more I can't help stretching out my hand to stroke it every now and then.Sitting at the bottom, Feng Yun couldn't see the prototype of the Mediterranean Sea on the head teacher's head, but felt that Teacher Hao cherished his hair very much.

A tall girl in the fourth row stood up and walked onto the podium calmly and steadily: "My name is Zhao Rong, I am calm and calm. I graduated from junior high school in the same competition, and I have been the class monitor for three years in junior high..."

Oh, her name is Zhao Rong.Feng Yun silently wrote it down.

The boy in front leaned his back against Fengyun's desk, turned his head and whispered, "Do you know, Zhao Rong's father is the grade director of the third year of high school."

"Oh, yes."

Fengyun's reaction was cold, but the other party was more interested: "Hey, Shen Fengyun, don't you want to be a class committee?"

Feng Yun shrugged, Zhao Rong's speech had ended at this time, and a tall boy stood up in the last row.

"Who do you think the monitor should vote for?" Feng Yunbai asked boredly.

Just as the boy in front was about to answer, Li Miao, who was at the same table with him, reminded him in a low voice, "Tao Shiyuan, Teacher Hao is looking at you."

Feng Yun propped his chin to look at the people on the podium, and wrote down the names of the front desk.

In the new term, the first class of each subject teacher is always students introducing themselves one by one.Ever since he was a child, Feng Yun felt that introducing his own name was very embarrassing. This embarrassment became numb after repeated in a short period of time.Taking this opportunity, he carefully wrote down the names of his classmates. After meeting all the teachers, he was able to match the faces and names of most of his classmates, and his mood jumped to a relaxed platform for a short time.

The last class on Friday afternoon was the class meeting. Hao Dejun briefly summarized the class situation of the week, cleared his throat and said: "During the previous campaign for the class committee, the students showed a very positive attitude. Self-will, and after I discussed with the teachers of various subjects, now," he picked up a piece of paper: "I will announce the first class committee of our Grade [-] class as follows—"

Feng Yun was distracted looking at a small trace of peeling paint on the wall, and his mind had already flown back home.Hao Dejun had a name every year, and there was sparse applause in the classroom. At the end of the reading, he put down the list and added: "The subject representatives will be appointed by the teachers of each subject next week. In addition, in the process of this class committee election, I am very happy that seven students are running for the position of class monitor. This means that there are seven ambitious students in our class who are willing to serve you and take on the responsibility of class monitor. However, there are also regrets. There are two positions that no students took the initiative to run for. After my discussions with the teachers, it was decided that Wu Shuke would be the labor committee member, and Shen Fengyun would be the propaganda committee member.”

Feng Yun was suddenly called by the head teacher, and Tao Shiyuan turned his head: "I'll let you be a propaganda committee member!" It was like a weight, and the mood that had just jumped onto the platform turned and plummeted, and before he could speak, The sparse applause has already sounded.

"The publicity committee is better than the labor committee!" Meng Fei, who was at the same table, saw that Fengyun frowned and said nothing, and comforted him in a low voice: "Maybe they can be replaced next semester."

Feng Yun's heart was in a mess, he didn't want to be a class committee member at all, he just sat there, but troubles would come to him automatically.Maybe the class teacher didn't remember who he was at all, so he just picked up an unlucky name.Thinking of this, Feng Yun couldn't bear it.

When the last bell rang on Friday, the whole campus was full of noise. The students who had been restrained for a week rushed out of the classroom with their schoolbags, and the footsteps in the stairwell were full of joy.Feng Yun was depressed in such a happy atmosphere - the office was very quiet, and the place separated by the door was two worlds.

Hao Dejun packed up the materials in his hand, and said after a while: "Being the class committee member is a very important responsibility, and I have discussed carefully with all the teachers before deciding on the candidate."

Deceiving people is just pointing fingers. "Teacher, I don't... I can't, and I don't know how to be a propaganda committee member. I can't draw, and I can't write well."

Hao Dejun smiled and said, "You only need to learn if you don't know it. Don't you want to learn and improve?"

Every cloud is at a loss for words.

"Look, classmate Wu Shuke readily accepted the important task of the labor committee."

No, Wu Shu was not happy at all.

"When the class committee is in the final analysis, it still serves the classmates and the collective. Don't you want to serve the collective?"

Of course Fengyun was unwilling. At the age of 15, facing a teacher he was not familiar with, he restrained and spoke in a dumb way.He subconsciously has such a sense of crisis. If he says that he is unwilling to learn and improve and unwilling to serve the collective, very bad things will happen.He still prefers to be like most of the students, so most of the students must be like what the teachers said, they are willing to learn, make progress, give, and serve the collective, right?

On that Friday afternoon, he plucked up the courage to enter the class teacher's office to refuse a thing that would have been a disaster for him as a young man. He was blocked from speaking after a few words, and finally left the teaching room even more frustrated. building.Looking back many years later, even I have to laugh at myself, it is really timid and cowardly.

When Fengyun returned to the classroom, only Wu Shuke, who was also unlucky, hadn't left yet.I don't know where the rules come from. The labor committee not only arranges for the whole class to take turns cleaning, but also participates in every Friday cleaning, and is responsible for locking the door at the end of the day. It is almost a completely giving class committee.

"Have you gone to find Hao Dejun?" Wu Shuke bluntly called the head teacher by name.

"Yes."

"Stupid." Wu Shuke closed the windows one by one: "Think about it, the propaganda committee is actually not too bad. Look at me, I'm so unlucky that I'm about to turn gray."

"Oh." Feng Yun hadn't recovered from being silenced by the teacher in charge.

Wu Shuke tied his tail in a ponytail, and the tip of his hair swayed with his movements: "You pack up quickly, I'm going to lock the door."

Feng Yun silently packed a few books and said, "I'm sorry to make you wait so long."

The two of them walked out of the classroom, just in time for the third year of high school to be over from school—the brothers and sisters of the third year of high school always worked harder, reading half an hour earlier in the morning and one class later after school.The stairs of the teaching building were full of students going down, and the few who wanted to go upstairs avoided the crowd and waited for the crowd to pass.

Wrapped in the crowd, Feng Yun was thinking about the conversation he had just had with the class teacher, and how the thinker should respond calmly and refuse gracefully if he had enough time, but in the end he didn't come up with a perfect solution.He is too young for the time being, and his experience and experience cannot compete with older people.When he grows older and grows into a full adult physically and mentally, he may be able to easily escape from similar predicaments. He only needs to sigh with regret when recalling the past. How to answer, you can perfectly solve the problem.

On Monday, Feng Yun woke up from the wake-up bell and walked out of the dormitory building in a daze.I didn't turn over a single page of the book I brought home on the weekend, and brought it back intact.The weather is always gloomy these days, and the whole city is shrouded in mist.There is a large glass wall on the first floor of the school cafeteria, which separates the entire cafeteria from the food window. Most of the students are too lazy to walk so far with their meals. Feng Yun sits at a table alone, and the line in his heart jumps a little bit.Han Lian sat down opposite with breakfast, but looked at the glass wall, and whispered to Feng Yun, "Look."

For some unknown reason, there was a small area under the wall where the potholes were not filled, and a narrow gap was formed between it and the curtain wall. A white kitten stretched its body and sneaked in.

"Meow~"

Feng Yun was almost pleasantly surprised: "There are cats!"

The breakfast on the plate was steaming, the kitten sniffed the scent, sat down at Fengyun's feet blatantly, raised its head and meowed softly.

"Why are there cats?" Feng Yun asked happily.

"This kitten often sneaks in to eat in the morning, hey, steamed buns are not good, break a bun."

Feng Yun followed Han Lian's command and fed most of the buns to the cat.The smile on his face couldn't help it, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with happiness: "How old do you think it is?"

"How old?" Han Lian raised his eyebrows and replied, "It's less than a year old, five months at most."

"It's so small." Feng Yun sighed.

Han Lian leaned on the back of the seat: "Yeah, my cat was about the same age when it was half a year old."

"You have a cat?"

"When I was in junior high school, I picked up a kitten. When I first got home, it was as big as my palm. Now it has become a fat cat, spreading it on the balcony to bask in the sun every day."

"That's great." Feng Yun said enviously, "I don't allow animals in my house."

The kitten held Fengyun's hand and chewed slowly, not eating the remaining piece of dough. It meowed and rubbed against Fengyun's leg, then got out of the gap and ran away.

Feng Yun quickly finished the rest of the breakfast happily, and said with a smile: "The kitten is really picky."

Han Lian had already eaten, and sat waiting for Feng Yun: "Yes, cats are very picky."

A breakfast episode made a gloomy Monday a little less annoying.

Fengyun and Hanlian meet Fei Shuyi, a Chinese teacher, at the stairs.

"Hello, teacher." Feng Yun greeted obediently.

"Morning, Teacher Fei."

"Hello. Han Lian, what does your discipline look like?"

Han Lian laughed and quarreled with Mr. Feng, buttoned the button symbolically, and then unbuttoned it when he turned around.

Feng Yun was a little envious of Han Lian, not only because of the cat.Feng Yun always felt unnatural when talking to the teacher, just like taking a quiz.It's okay to meet head-on, but after saying hello, the test is over.It would be embarrassing if you happened to be on the same road as the teacher.Han Lian didn't seem to have such troubles. Feng Yun took a peek at the roommate who was walking on the left. This person communicated with the teacher almost easily.

In the second week of school, everything started to run officially.Feng Yun finally began to feel the tension of high school.The teachers never let up for a moment, the course covers every minute of the schedule, and assigns a bunch of homework when the lecture is over.There are still many students staying in their seats during class breaks, writing hard. It's not that these teenage students are all so hardworking, many of them are thinking of finishing their homework early and breathing a sigh of relief.

Gradually, they realized that the homework was never finished. Finishing today's tasks does not mean that they can relax tomorrow. As the saying goes, after one period of work is completed, one can continue to work on the next period.