tear up a white paper

"..." I knew it would be like this!

Sure enough, it is still the case!

The teachers all sighed silently, they both teach, so why is there such a big difference!The entire Nine Fourth Middle School, no, the entire teaching profession, probably means that Han Fei beats and scolds students as soon as he raises his hand, but the students are not only not angry, but also like eating honey, rushing to come every few days Beg him to hit him, let him scold him!

As for them, heh, let alone beating and scolding, they will be complained and reported if they raise their hands, and then there is no hope for the annual evaluation of titles and appointments.

What's more, Han Fei hit that bastard, Yuan Hua, who had never been asked and didn't know what obedience was.

The office fell silent again.

Zhang Jian opened his mouth several times to speak, but didn't know what to say, so he hammered the desk as if venting his anger, and waved the students away.

"Han Fei, do you have to fight against me?" As soon as the students walked out of the office, they heard Zhang Jian yelling like crazy: "What did you mean by that just now? Why did you say that in front of my students? What are you sarcastic about?"

"..." Han Fei rolled his eyelids and muttered in a low voice, "I really don't know what you're talking about."

"If you have the guts to speak out, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can clearly explain why you teach my students?"

"..."

……

[Topic] The male god turned out to be a top student

[Male God] Begging for a photo of the male god!

[Article] Rescue the Goddess

[Outside the number] Lao Zhang Gong cabbage!

【Photo】Ninety-four male god, you deserve it! (updated from time to time)

[Discussion] The male god was actually scumbag!

[Nympho] Didn't see the male god, I don't want to do my homework today

【Gossip】Student scum becomes a top student, or a top student is a scumbag?

……

Again!

Zhang Jian was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and was held back by other teachers in the office and pushed back to his own seat.It was like this every time, no matter how noisy he was, how much he yelled, made insinuations or cursed, Han Fei was like a wooden man without ears, without any reaction, it seemed that he was the one who made trouble out of no reason!

This is why Zhang Jian is so popular!

He fought hard and delivered a fatal blow, thinking that the opponent would be hurt a little, but the opponent was a cotton ball, ignorant!

Han Fei looked at the time, tidied up all the books on the desk, put them back to their original positions, and wiped the already spotless desk again.This is his habit, clean and tidy to the point of sickness, no one is allowed to touch his desk, his books, just like no one is allowed to touch his unfinished paintings.When he first entered the office, there was a quarrel because of such a thing. Since then, except for Yuan Hua, no one in the whole school dared to touch his things.

After finishing these chores, the first bell for class just rang outside, and Han Fei walked to the classroom with the textbooks needed for class.He is very busy, with an average of four classes a day, unlike them, a maximum of two classes a day.Since he started to work, he obviously felt that his efficiency had dropped, and he was very tired every day. The disadvantages of continuous rotation were fully highlighted, and the heaviest layer of fatigue came from the mind, and he was almost exhausted.

Irrelevant things said by irrelevant people?That's right, those people really had nothing to do with him, but he was a human being, and he couldn't stand the fact that they kept coming to trouble him every day, like finding faults.

get along?

He can't get along.

It's so hard to deal with people.

He really didn't know how to deal with them.

He also didn't understand why Zhang Jian was angry, and why he only vented the so-called "pressure" on him from the beginning.

What does his pressure have to do with him!

"teacher?"

"..." Han Fei came back to his senses, smiled apologetically at the students below, "Sorry, I lost my mind, so I really do lose my mind during class!"

It’s mid-May, the weather is getting warmer, and the college entrance examination is getting closer. He feels more and more difficult to concentrate. He hasn’t painted for a long time. Now, when he returns to the dormitory every day, he is always too tired to lift up. He couldn't lift his pen even when he raised his arms, he just wanted to go to sleep quickly and let his brain rest.

"Haha..." The audience roared with laughter, "Teacher, since you're distracted, let's talk, shall we?"

"Eh—" Han Fei was helpless, I really don't know why these children always try their best to chat with him, "Then... chat for a minute."

"No, it's only 1 minute!"

"50 seconds."

"Ah, don't count the time, it just didn't count!!"

"40 seconds."

"Teacher, are you married?" The students stopped talking nonsense and started asking questions again and again.

"No, teacher, do you only have a white shirt?"

"Teacher Guigeng!"

"Ah, teacher, you are so handsome, can I confess my love?"

"Teacher, you have a girlfriend—"

Suddenly, the noise in the classroom stopped abruptly. Han Fei raised a finger to stop them from asking any further questions, and quickly replied: "24, unmarried, only wears a white shirt to work, and cannot confess. It's a secret."

After finishing the long list, Han Fei raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said, "It's time, let's continue with the sketch. No more arguing."

[Male God] Begging for a photo of the male god!

[Male God] Begging for the life photo of the male god!

【Photo】Ninety-four male god, you deserve it! (updated from time to time)

[Extra] The male god is unmarried!

[Discussion] What is a secret?

[Discussion] How many white shirts does the male god have?

[Topic] The male god turned out to be a top student!

[Article] Rescue the Goddess

……

After Han Fei finished the course content, he glanced around as usual. He could see clearly on the three-foot podium.

In his teaching career for more than half a year, he has learned a lot and understood a lot. He knows that the so-called "ordinary high school" is a place where students do not study for the ideal university or to fulfill their dreams, because they have almost no dreams and are ignorant. They don't know what they want to do, what they want, maybe they just want to be happy people who eat melons.

The so-called "underachievers" mean that for them, a high school diploma is more important than which university to study and what major they go to. They go to high school just for their high school diploma.

Although Han Fei didn't know what the high school diploma was for, he was no longer angry because of students who didn't listen to lectures in class, nor was he angry because students slept, played with mobile phones, and rested in class.He has accepted the reality that there are only two reasons why the school arranges art classes, one is to let the students rest, and the other is to let him choose art students.

As long as the students don't make noise, don't break the law and discipline, and don't affect his teaching to the students who are willing to listen, he gives them full freedom.Those who practice brushwork, those who read books, those who are doing problems, those who are sleeping, and those who are playing with mobile phones... There are [-] classes in the first and second grades of senior high school, and he knows every student in every class clearly. After half a semester of observation , he already had a list of students for the new art class in his mind.

What surprised Han Fei was that the college entrance examination was less than a month away, yet the senior three students were still being scolded.What a strange thing!Thinking back to when he was in high school, Han Fei felt that Gaoxin International was really good, at least they treated candidates as human beings, not gods.

He stepped off the podium.

The sudden abnormal behavior caused a commotion. He waved his hand to signal everyone to relax and continue with their respective tasks.I went to the student who was doing the problem first, took a look, and saw that he was doing poorly, so I couldn't help pointing out softly: "You change the direction and think again, the left side can't go, and the right side." Turning to look at the other, He said again: "The formula is wrong, you can look through the book again and carefully read which formulas are covered in this chapter."

"teacher--"

"Huh?" Han Fei turned his head and looked at the student who asked the question, "Did I bother you?"

"No! I..." The student hesitated to speak, but finally summoned up his courage and said, "Teacher, can I ask a question? It's not art..."

"...Wait a minute." Han Fei immediately understood what he meant. He waved his hand, walked to another student, and said, "You need to relax your wrist, relax, relax, yes, relax again, don't Cultivate bad habits." He said, shaking his wrist as a demonstration, watching the other party relax completely, holding the other party's pencil and leading the other party's hand to draw an arc on the paper, "Remember this feeling."

"...Mmm..." The student responded timidly, and quickly suppressed his heart, so as not to let it jump out and embarrass him.

Han Fei stood up again, went straight to the podium, stood beside the teacher's chair, and sighed softly. In fact, he shouldn't be pointing out the students' cultural lessons. Make other teachers, like Zhang Jian, trouble him endlessly, asking him "why teach his students".

Half a year's career in the workplace has taught him that although thousands of students in the school have listened to his classes and called him "Teacher Han", he can really teach, manage and meddle with zero students.He can't even teach the fifteen art classes in the third year of high school that have been dismantled.

He reminded: "If you have any questions that you don't know, I suggest you ask the teachers in charge of the subject. They are more professional than me, just like if you want to know art knowledge, you have to ask me."

Then, Han Fei nodded to the student who asked the question just now, indicating that he can come to ask questions.

[Male God] The male god is really a master!

[Confession] Why is the male god so good, he is mine!

[Discussion] How to be a woman worthy of a male god

[Confession] I am the only woman worthy of a male god

[Confession] One art class a week can't solve my lovesickness at all.

【Photo】Ninety-four male god, you deserve it! (updated from time to time)

[Extra] The male god is unmarried!

[Article] Rescue the Goddess

……

Yuan Hua was immersed in the sea of ​​questions, and was beaten head-on by the wave of questions. It was less than a month before the college entrance examination, but the tense atmosphere did not decrease at all, but intensified!What a degree of relaxation, this group of teachers didn't treat the candidates as human beings at all, he felt that his nerves were so tense that they were about to break!

But the teachers will only throw the papers and throw a sentence: "Self-regulation, write quickly, one more point and one more guarantee, one step closer to the future..."

future?

What do they know about the future?

Yuan Hua smiled, and raised his head to take a rest, but saw the students around in groups of three or four, who didn't know what they were making a noise about.I felt funny for a while, if it was him before, he might be noisier than them.If it was him in the past, he certainly wouldn't be able to feel this feeling of being so tense that he almost collapsed.If it was him in the past, the so-called future is to follow the track that has been planned.

But he has changed, he has a goal.

He didn't want to follow his stepfather's arrangement, go abroad to an unknown place, study in an unknown university, come back with an incompetent overseas returnee's diploma, and then continue to follow his stepfather's arrangement, work nine to five, get married, have children Child, live a chaotic life that can be seen at a glance, and spend a lifetime in a daze, not knowing what and why you are running around.

Perhaps for many people, that is a lifetime wish, but it is not his future, nor is it the "good life" he wants, nor is it his wish.

Yuan Hua was still sitting in the last row, alone, and had no roommate to communicate with. After staring blankly for a while, he was about to continue working on the questions. Suddenly, he heard a vague sentence: "I really didn't expect this to be Han. teacher……"

Chapter 28