two sons three fathers

When Han Yu got up and came out, He Xu said strangely: "Why do you want to go, isn't it counting down to fifty?"

Han Yu had a bad premonition in his heart, so he just shook his head and said, "I don't know."

In the corridor, the cold wind whistled like a ghost. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was covered with a vast mist, and the entire teaching building was shrouded in a daze, desolate and desolate.

As Han Yu walked, he looked at the half-open door of the office, sweating from clenched fists, and then relaxed, then came down, and clenched again.

The cold wind passed by, chilling the gap between his slightly opened fingers.

Thinking back to Monday, after Zheng Xiong sent the message, he was called to talk in the afternoon, and he was not told the details of the follow-up.

Han Yu himself noticed that several classmates went to the office one by one, but he was the only one.

After a few days, he almost forgot about that incident, but the teacher in charge suddenly called him... Could it have something to do with that incident?

Unknowingly, he walked to the door.

Han Yu took a deep breath, raised his head, put his hand on the wooden door, pushed it lightly, and the door creaked.

He looked inside the door. Fu Yizhang and another classmate stood in front of Wu Ji. Wu Ji looked down at the notebook and wrote again.

It is now during the class, and the rest of the teachers are not in the office.

The three of them turned their heads at the same time and looked over.

Wu Jidao: "Come in."

Han Yu nodded, walked over, and stood beside Fu Yizhang.

Fu Yizheng glanced at him quickly, his eyes conveyed redundant emotions, and he couldn't tell whether there was something wrong or nothing.It is estimated that Fu Yizheng is not clear either.

Han Yu didn't know. After looking at Fu Yizheng, he turned to look at Wu Ji, waiting to be questioned.

After talking these days, Wu Ji was obviously very tired. Her eyes were dark and black, and the bags under her eyes could not be covered by foundation.

Wu Ji drank the water, put down the glass, and said, "You three, move the chairs and sit down."

Han Yu turned around and picked up two chairs, and handed one to Fu Yizheng.

The three sat down.

Wu Ji looked at the notebook and said, "Next, let's talk about Fu Yizhen's situation."

"There are no major problems in character, attitude, and style. Compared with the improvement in the beginning, the grades are far from ideal..."

Wu Ji analyzed Fu Yizhang's final exam and the changes in various subjects in the monthly exam, and concluded that Fu Yizhang basically didn't know how to do it. His grades should be improved, and he should work harder in the future.

Wu Ji wrote while talking, the length is very long, but the speech is concise.

Following her writing movements, under the work clothes, half of her wrist was exposed, and the wrist was covered with plaster.

Several people saw it, and Fu Yizheng had a pensive expression, "...Teacher, I..."

Wu Ji looked up, pulled his sleeves to cover them, and said with a slight smile, "Think I'm going to criticize you? After a year or two, you'll leave. It doesn't matter whether you remember me as the head teacher."

Wu Ji paused, and then said: "This is my responsibility, and I have to be responsible to you."

After hearing this, Fu Yizhang lowered his eyes and glanced at Wu Ji's notebook.Han Yu glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and knew that Fu Yizheng was not feeling well, and so was he.

The episode passed quickly, Wu Ji turned to the next page, and continued to say to another classmate: "Your grades fluctuate, your knowledge points are not solid, and the partial subjects are very serious."

Wu Ji glanced at the boy, and said softly, "I've called your parents."

Wu Ji hesitated to speak, and said again: "It's just a simple chat. They asked you how you are at school, are you used to food and housing? It's cold now, remember to add clothes..." Wu Ji said, his voice was a little choked: "...study hard."

The boy's family is difficult. Hearing this, he started to twitch in a low voice, and said, "Thank you, Teacher Wu."

Shangyang's tuition fees are tens of thousands a year, and it is still very difficult for an average family to shoulder a student. The boys' families in front of them are not good.

Wu Ji pinched the center of his eyebrows and turned to the next page.

After the "crash" sound stopped, there was the sound of the paper being smoothed by the palm.

Han Yu knew he had seen him, and slowly straightened his back.

Wu Ji looked at the notebook, closed it again, put the notebook back on the table, and turned to look at him without making a sound.

Under that gaze, Han Yu's heart beat faster.

After a few seconds of silence, Wu Ji said, "Han Yu."

Han Yu raised his eyes, looked at the teacher in charge, and waited quietly.

Wu Ji still talked about his grades first, and asked him where to improve, and he had to pay attention to the method of learning.He said a lot without haste.

Han Yu listened, listened, and listened.

Those words of concern, comfort, and encouragement are tightly clasped, like a magic cap.

No matter how hard you try to pick it off, you won’t be able to pick it off.

He himself knew that the grade was fake, and among the fifty students in the class, he was the only one who sat here because he was encouraged.

Wu Ji also wrote a summary of his situation.

On Monday, after evening self-study, Han Yu returned to the dormitory, sat on the table, and read the summary page by page.

Those pages of neat handwriting, every sentence of sober words, seemed to be deeply rooted in my heart.This summary was written for him alone by Wu Ji, who lived in his class and turned on the lights day and night, after writing 28 more summaries.

He read and read, but he couldn't gather up the courage to read on.

Han Yu turned off the lamp on the table and went back to bed.Fu Yizheng's mother recovered and returned home.He is now lying on the bed without a companion to warm him up, he just feels cold all over his body.

Han Yu curled up, took out his phone, hesitated for a long time, and sent a message.

--I can't take it anymore, let me explain.The head teacher trusted me, and I failed her.I never knew an expectation could be so heavy, it weighed me down already.

Fu Yizheng quickly responded to the message.

--You listen to me, you can't go.

Han Yu--I am very confused now, I have no idea.

Fu Yixuan--she has already done it, and if you say it at this time, it will make her even more sad.

Han Yu looked at the message from Fu Yizheng, he really couldn't say it, no one would believe it, and it might even hurt Fu Yizheng.

Copying is his own promise, and cheating is also his own business.

It's just a bunch of stuff, squeezing his brain into a ball.

Han Yu looked at the news and replied - let me think about it.

Fu Yixuan replied - don't be impulsive, wait until I go back to school.My mother says hello to you, would you like to have a chat with him?

Han Yu--not for now, my mind is a bit messed up, I will see him in a while.

Turning off the phone, the surroundings were plunged into darkness, Han Yu turned over, pulled the quilt over his head, and took a breath again.

Can't sleep.

He got out of bed, went to the closet to get the puppet and candy, ate the candy, hugged the puppet, and slept with his eyes closed. His eyes hurt when he closed his eyes. He didn't know when he fell asleep.

There was class the next day, but Fu Yizhang didn't come back.Han Yu was sitting in his own seat, with a sweater and hat covering his head, revealing only the lower half of his face and his dark gray pupils.

While practicing calligraphy, he kept eating sweets until his mouth became numb.

He tried to calm himself down.

Ring the bell for morning class. After a while, none of the teachers came to the classroom.

Three of the six teachers left, some of them were transferred to other schools, and the other two were also applying to other classes and grades.

This is not the first time that this happened. Obviously, this session is another self-study class.

There was a lot of noise in the self-study classroom.

After Wu Jigang finished the infusion, he rushed back to the next math class.Everyone fell silent when they saw her.Wu Ji couldn't write on the blackboard for the time being, so he only used multimedia to speak. During the lecture, he was absent-minded and missed a few knowledge points.

Wu Ji stopped lecturing and looked at the students under the podium, all of them looked up at her with green faces and simple thoughts.

She sighed secretly, and said: "The condition is not very good, if you don't understand, please explain it again during the review, and read the book by yourself."

When the get out of class was over, Wu Ji's face was pale, and he warned: "The next class representative will lead everyone to study, and they will be quiet. I told the school about the teacher, and I will assign a teacher to teach you as soon as possible. influence the curriculum."

In fact, she had already applied for it, and the meaning of the above was clear. The teachers were unwilling to come, and the reason was reasonable. They wanted to take other classes, and they couldn't take care of so many.

The school naturally has to take care of the teacher's emotions.

For this reason, the teaching director approached her and discussed two ways: one is to break up the third class and insert it into other classes.The second is to wait for a while and let the new teacher take them.

Wu Ji didn't know whether she was comforting the students or herself. She understood the students' feelings, but at the same time, she was a little powerless.

But the reclassification has a bad influence on the students. The students in the class, whether they are mischievous or disobedient, should work harder.

She saw it.

At this critical moment, Wu Ji didn't want to be the one to overthrow them.

The teacher of the last two subjects did not come to the afternoon class, saying that he had something to do at home and asked for leave.

The teacher's one after another attitude also angered the students in class three.

"Didn't we pay the tuition fees? Self-study and self-study, Zi Te Niang's study!"

"That's right, it's better to go home directly."

"The labor and wages are no longer available, so I have to go to the Academic Affairs Office to refund the tuition."

"Why are the teachers in Class [-] and Class [-] all special-grade teachers? If they were assigned to us in the first place, how could we be so poor?"

The more the students talked, the more angry they became.

"Let's not talk about the head teacher. The other teachers don't seem to have anything to do with them. They usually ask a question and ignore it. So they are also qualified to be teachers?"

"The bald man speaks loudly every day, and I don't see him coming to see him now."

"We jointly sued them with the Education Bureau!"

Several people immediately made up their minds, first wrote a joint book, and then went to Chen Feng's office to ask him if he was responsible?

The joint book was handed over from He Xu's phone.

Han Yu raised his head, raised his hand and pulled down the brim of his hat, revealing his eyes, took over the joint book and glanced lightly.

Some of their classmates asked for leave, some transferred to another school, and now all of them have signed. The situation seems to be getting worse and worse, and it suddenly developed into this.

Han Yu shook his head slightly, hooked the pen with his index finger, and wrote his signature.

"Yu" three points of water, just a little bit, the paper was taken away.

Han Yu turned his head, looked at the gloomy person behind him, and said, "Are you back?"

Fu Yizheng nodded to him, took the joint book, glanced at it, tore it up a few times, and threw it into the trash can beside it.

Han Yu: "...what are you doing?"

Before the words fell, the boys who had spoken earlier turned their heads and said angrily, "What do you mean? Didn't you see the current form?"

They walked down angrily.

Han Yu pulled up his hat and stood up, leaning forward slightly to block Fu Yizheng.

He frowned and said, "What do you want to do!"

"Do you two understand unity?" The boys asked angrily after seeing it.

Fu Yizheng was born sideways, and said in a low-temperature voice, "I don't understand."

With a righteous and awe-inspiring attitude, the boy repeated his plan to write a joint book first and then go to the office to make trouble, and then said with high spirits: "Understood, we have to fight for it ourselves now."

Fu Yizhang looked at them and said, "So what if you fight for it, no or no, if you change to a hundred teachers, it's still the same."

"Then it can't be that there is no teacher in our class?" The boy's expression froze, and he said loudly, "You are the last one, so I am ashamed to say that we don't know how to do it!"

Fu Yizheng raised his jaw slightly, they were obviously the same height, but his eyes were looking down.Han Yu glanced at Fu Yizheng, and immediately rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white and muscular arms under the red sleeves of his school uniform.

"Stop making noise!" At this moment, the squad leader stood up and shouted.