wolf sniff

Wen Yu is half doing it to amuse him, and half is because he really needs to go to class.

He made an appointment with the students to sing their favorite songs together in this class, and everyone can start to lead a sentence and relax.

Wen Yu's soft and hard foam was unsuccessful, so he kissed again in retaliation.

"Go on a date with me that weekend."

Wen Yu thought that the good guy was waiting here, and wanted to justify a few words, the latter had already put on a willful dog eye.

"...Okay, you decide where to go, but I have to go home at night."

Also in this week, the students in Class [-] saw a hundred reasons why the teachers racked their brains to grab the class.

On Tuesday, it was said that the physical education teacher had diarrhea, and on Thursday, it was said that the physical education teacher fell while walking, and it was inconvenient to come to class anyway.

After the work was over, there were still several teachers rushing at the door: "Hey, hey, you have enough chemistry class, may I come?"

"Come on, you've worked hard in Chinese class, I'll come!"

A group of students silently witnessed the robbers scrambling for the fruits of victory, and waved goodbye to the physical education class, computer class, and art class.

Music class probably won't be able to go, someone lays on the table and sighs: "I really want to sing nursery rhymes."

The two-week chorus training has made them thoroughly enjoy this class, and this new teacher with a very green smile.

The representative of the music class went to the office deliberately to confirm in advance which teacher the music class will be given to.

"No." Wen Yu said in surprise, "Class will continue as usual."

The class representative was stunned for a few seconds, as if all the preset answers were lost: "Really... huh?"

"You don't want to take music lessons?"

"No, no, no!" The little girl blushed, "Miss Wen, you are so amazing!!"

When the time is up, a group of students walks through the corridor to the music classroom, and the students in the next class look out of the windows.

"Where are you going??"

"Do you have gym class?"

The students in Class [-] laughed very proudly.

"music class!"

Wen Yu has been aggrieved too much in other matters, and at this moment, she has a special certainty.

He didn't care whether the other sub-teachers gave in, anyway, he didn't want to.

Even if Wen Yu is the only one who spoils him so much, he still wants to do it.

The students cooperated like never before in class. They were exhausted by working overtime in the past two weeks to catch up with the progress. No one wanted to secretly do some homework in the only breathing space.

Everyone laughed and sang together, and took a break after singing two songs. Wen Yu drew a stave on the blackboard and explained some simple music theory. They also listened with great interest, and a few students rushed to answer questions.

I was in class and it was snowing outside.

First, there were a few sporadic small snowflakes floating on the window, and in a blink of an eye, there was a long wind blowing snow, swirling and spreading farther away.

Like a blowpipe, the faster the wind speed, the greater the snow, from small snow particles to heavy snow, fluttering out.

When Wen Yu was playing the piano, he noticed that some students were looking out, and the melody in his hands gradually stopped.

"It's snowing." He said softly, "It's the first snow this year."

It seems that only when it snows does winter really come.

Many students showed longing eyes, but did not dare to ask for more.

Wen Yu closed the lid of the piano, and suddenly remembered that it was always a pity to see heavy snow when he was studying.

At that time, it seemed that there were always endless classes. When the class was officially over, the snow on the playground had long been trampled into mud, and there was no reservation.

He turned to look at the students in the classroom.

"Do you want to go out and see the snow?"

Many people cheered subconsciously, but quickly turned into expressions of panic.

"The grade director won't let it go." They scrambled to think for him: "Teacher, you will be scolded."

This is what has always been the case.

Music class teachers have no right to change their classes into physical education classes, let alone be responsible for the risk of catching a cold or slipping in the snow.

Before Wen Yu self-censored, they had already closed the door of the cage, not daring to overstep.

"It's okay," he laughed: "I'll take you to the auditorium to listen to the Yangqin and Erhu, and walk slowly on the way."

Everyone exclaimed, and someone stood up impatiently.

"We promise!!"

"Teacher, you are too kind!"

"It's snowing so hard outside—"

They hurriedly put on their coats, lined up outside the classroom, and Wen Yu led them downstairs.

This is a bold and somewhat presumptuous decision.

Wen Yu took them downstairs quickly, and met some strange teachers from the first grade.

The latter responded with a surprised expression, but he just smiled lightly without any explanation.

They lined up in a long line like wild geese, walking from the teaching building to the auditorium. More than 40 people guarded the same secret together.

The 5-minute journey took about 15 minutes. There was heavy snow on the road, and the snow gradually piled up a thin layer.

If you speak at this time, your voice will be blown away by the fluffy snow, and it will become short and thin.

Wen Yu wrapped his coat tightly and walked in the front, looking back from time to time to see if there were any students who fell behind or fell.

Snowflakes stuck to his eyebrows and nose, like a kind reward.

Before everyone arrived at the auditorium, no appointment was received there, and of course the door was not opened.

Everyone stayed in front of the auditorium for 10 minutes, standing up and down the steps, talking and laughing together, reaching out to touch the snow in the wind from time to time.

It wasn't until a teacher passed by nearby that Wen Yu glanced at the time and regretfully said: "The auditorium is closed today, let's go back."

Everyone understood and said hello together.

So the scattered crowd lined up slowly again, trekking back to the school building with him in the snow.

As soon as the sky was filled with silver and white, reality seemed to have turned into a dream.

When Wen Yu led them back to the teaching building, he found Wen Yu waiting at the stairs.

Several students screamed, terrified of being punished by the teacher to write a self-criticism.

Wen Yu just shook his head, signaling them to go upstairs quickly.

This kind of thing can't be hidden from the leader, and the superior will know sooner or later.

"Go back to work directly, take the wet coat to the heater to bake."

The students all thought that the class teacher would blame Wen Yu, although they walked quickly, they were still very worried when they looked at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu showed no expression, he knew that he had done something wrong, and when he saw Wen Yu, he put on a rogue attitude of letting others slaughter him.

Wen Yu waited until all the students had gone upstairs before laughing through his pockets.

"It's an abuse of power."

He approached him, gently unfolded the scarf in his hand, and carefully twirled it around Wen Yu's neck twice.

At this moment, there is chaotic snow in front and the school in the back.

The two of them stood at the intersection like a bridge, and the world was silent.

It took Wen Yu a long time to reach out and hold the woolen scarf, and put one part of it against his cheek.

The fabric is delicate and warm, with a kind of gentle care.

He couldn't help thinking that this man spoiled him too much.

"I have to review." Wen Yu lowered his head and rolled up the scarf inch by inch, and said that little lie that could not withstand scrutiny when both parties knew each other: "I want to take them to the auditorium to have a look at the dulcimer, but The auditorium is closed."

"So you went to the whole class?"

"Because of the snow, the road is slippery."

"Wen Yu," Wen Yu thought it was a little funny: "You want to explain that in front of Director Chen?"

Wen Yu let out a low hum.

The man leaned over to help him pull up his collar, and whispered in his ear: "When he finds you later, don't explain anything."

"what?"

Before the words finished, the phone in Wen Yu's pocket rang.

"Xiaowen, what's going on with your class seven? A teacher told me that your students are running around without class. Which teacher's class is it?"

"Mr. Wen's music class is over. I'll bring him over to tell you."

"It's snowing outside. If any students start playing, if you bump into each other, you will be scolded by your parents." Director Chen said with a headache: "Come here quickly, first tell the students in the class to hurry up if they are uncomfortable. Drinking cold spirit is the time to study hard!"

"Okay, I've said it."

As soon as the phone was hung up, head teacher Wen shrugged.

"Let's go to the fifth floor."

Wen Yu had the headache of doing something wrong in his student days, so he whispered, "I'm hurting you."

"Broken me?" Wen Yu had already gone upstairs, and asked sideways, "Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

Wen Yu froze for a moment: "You..."

Seeing that he hadn't moved yet, the man came back and took his wrist and led him up together.

"As I said, I abused my power once today."

He thought of something, smiled and shook his head.

"It's only for you."

Wen Yu was taken upstairs in a daze. The leader was already waiting at the door with a mug of hot tea in his hand.

"come in."

The three sat down one after another. Director Chen lowered his head and blew on the rolled tea leaves.

"Tell me what's going on."

"It's also thanks to Teacher Wen's presence," Wen Yu laughed: "Students have been occupied in physical education for the past two weeks, and have no time to go out for activities. Several of them have a cold and asked for leave."

"I want to find an opportunity for them to go out for more walks, instead of running and playing basketball, but they have to breathe fresh air and stretch their muscles and bones."

"Otherwise it's easier to get sick, don't you think?"

Director Chen was ready to speak, but was suddenly disturbed.

"You decided?"

"Teacher Wen is a sub-subject teacher, how dare he do such a thing." Wen Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "It's just a teacher like me who can't stop his own class, and even goes to occupy other people's classes, so that students have a chance Go out and walk more."

He is not only the class teacher, but also the teacher of the main course, and he has an advantage in authority and decision-making power.

Director Chen was also stunned, put down the tea mug, and said a lesson: "You are the head teacher just because you are the head teacher? Did you discuss it with us before?"

"Music lessons are not important? Good guy, you let him let you relax and watch the children for you, but you don't have to worry about both ends!"

"It's alright," Wen Yu had dealt with him for several years, and both of them were familiar with each other's petty temper and clichés: "Isn't something wrong?"

"Wen Yu, you too," Director Chen sighed, "Why are you so spoiled by him!"

"Teacher Wen, it's not that I don't give you face. You have to submit a reflection and inspection later, and you must pay attention to teacher discipline!"

Wen Yu didn't say a word the whole time, and he didn't expect Wen Yu to take all the responsibility so calmly.

He looked up suddenly as if in a snowstorm, and saw someone standing in front of him.

Shielding him from the mighty cold wind with his back, he was carefully hidden in his arms.