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Han Fei started working, and according to his mother's request, he chose an iron job related to painting, an art teacher.When he decided to look for a job, it was already the last train, and many people had already signed contracts, just waiting for the graduation certificate.Correspondingly, his options were greatly reduced. In the end, with the recommendation of his counselor, he entered an ordinary high school in X City, Nine Fourth Middle School.

Pugao is also a high school, and high school students are the most energetic and young people with the most dreams.

Han Fei was full of expectations.

What should an art teacher be like?

Han Fei thought for a long time, but couldn't remember what the art teacher in the school looked like, except for the aunt who lived with her.She likes to sit or stand quietly by the window, letting a ray of light pass through the window and hit her black hair, but not let the light damage her canvas.She was radiant when talking about art knowledge, as if she was telling an interesting fairy tale or reading a beautiful poem.He likes her teaching him how to hold a pen and correcting his posture...

However, when Han Fei stood on the three-foot podium and told the same story, looking around, he could only see the tops of black heads neatly arranged in square formations, like those locked in cages in the zoo. Inside, there are pairs of desperate eyes, with a sick longing.

"I want freedom!"

He could almost hear the children whining and yelling.

Only those who are not free will yearn for freedom, but who can have real freedom?

And freedom is also relative, just like the light and shadow marked by lines.

However, how can they be so wasteful and wasteful when they are at the age of studying?

"Crack!" Han Fei knocked on the desk with his textbook, making a loud crash.

The sleeping children were like sleepy beasts, they slowly raised their heavy eyelids, and they continued to sleep in the other direction.

"Get up!" Han Fei knocked on the table again, and the classroom echoed.

Many students raised their heads, Han Fei looked at the pairs of real eyes, and felt even more shocked in his heart, but teenage children, why do they have confusion, boredom, disgust, jealousy, emptiness, indifference in their eyes...

What was it like in high school?Han Fei effortlessly recalled the busy past three years of high school. At that time, he wished he had to sleep, just to keep the top three, because only in this way could he have money to eat.The competition in Gaoxin International is fierce, no less than that of No. [-] Middle School in the city, and he dare not waste a single minute.

Not like these kids.

He couldn't understand at all why these children would choose to do things that had nothing to do with study during class time. It seemed to them that class was for sleeping and get out of class was for going to the toilet.

It's not right, it's not right at all!

"During class time, how do you..."

Han Fei is the art teacher for the entire third grade.In addition to the fixed [-] class hours per week, he also takes care of the strengthening of the professional courses of the senior three art students and the supervision of cultural courses. To put it simply, he is the instructor of the art class. So bold in my classroom.

For high school students, art class is not the main subject. He knows that not many people take art class seriously. Adjusting the learning atmosphere so that children can change their minds, it's not so hard... He knows all of this.

But this is class after all!

There are classroom disciplines in the classroom.

Han Fei also didn't think what he said had anything to do with the college entrance examination.Regarding the knowledge related to the Renaissance, I encountered a problem when I was in the college entrance examination!

"Are there any mistakes? No sleep in art class..." An impatient voice interrupted Han Fei.

Han Fei looked over and saw that it was in the corner of the last row of the classroom. It was a special single table, and the boy was holding the nose of the plane, piercing half of his head.He didn't look like a boy, but like a raging bull sitting on a stool grazing, refueling, and ready to attack at any time.

He glanced at the list on the desk, Yuan Hua.

At this time, a voice rushed into Han Fei's mind, "There is a man named Yuan Hua, you will know it when you see it, you can just mean it, you understand!" These are the original words of the grade leader.

It turned out that he was the student that the grade leader had specially explained to him!

But what is... "meaning meaning"?

He doesn't quite understand...

Just as he was about to reprimand, another voice sounded again, followed by murmuring resistance one after another:

"Art doesn't count for points!"

"That's right, teacher, don't take it too seriously!"

"If you like to talk about yourself, tell it yourself, we don't have time!"

"We're going to bed!"

"You—" Han Fei, who has just started working and hasn't fully adapted to the so-called "Pu Gao", can hardly imagine that there are such students in this world!Not only did he contradict the teacher, but he also contradicted it as it should be. It seemed that he was the one who was wrong!

"you--"

"We don't know how to rely on painting for a living. Teacher, please don't be so naive. If you let us go, let yourself go, okay?"

"I heard that the teacher is a high-achieving student from the Academy of Fine Arts, so you probably don't know that we are 'backward students'. In Jiusi Middle School, even the main subject teachers don't know how to call us, so why should you..."

"But—" Before Han Fei finished speaking, he was interrupted again.

"Everyone is an adult now, don't engage in secondary school two, and it's not a southern idol drama, just squeeze your little fan fist and say 'come on' in your voice, and it will burn!" Yuan Hua interrupted Han Fei again, like a bear Standing up, he approached the podium while talking, clenching his fist like a shot put, pretending to be a small powder fist, waving in front of Han Fei, pretending to be cheering, extremely arrogant!

Seeing Han Fei backed away in shock, he laughed loudly and mocked, "Please recognize yourself, you are here for class and not to be funny, okay?"

Han Fei is 178 cm tall. Although he is not a tall and brave man, he is not short either.But his skeleton has followed his mother's, slender and thin, and his body is thin, with no flesh on his body and face. From a glance, he looks like a bamboo pole that has been forcibly stretched, and it will break when touched. Have any attack advantage.Standing on the podium now, his height has increased by nearly [-] centimeters out of thin air, which made him look a little condescending.

But Yuan Hua is like a hill, rushing straight!Although he was standing under the podium, he was almost as tall as Han Fei!

"You..." Han Fei looked at the person who was pinching his throat to imitate Lolita and shaking his fist at him, panicked in his heart, and said angrily, "How can you do this?"

"What's the matter with me?" Yuan Hua turned around while speaking, walked to the door of the classroom, and heard Han Fei's question, he raised his hand like an office worker with a briefcase, casually touching the handrail of a bus, almost touching Looking at the door frame above his head, he turned to look at Han Fei. He threatened coldly: "Let's keep the water in the well, or I won't let your handsome face go! Hehe, you are really a clean stream!"

"!" This is not a student talking to the teacher!The previous sentence can barely be counted as a "joke", but this sentence is a naked threat!

"Stop!" Han Fei couldn't bear it any longer, and said angrily, "Apologize, you must apologize to me!"

Yuan Hua was stunned, as if he heard a big joke.

Even the other students in the class are also sighing, how dare someone make the most famous bastard in this school, who doesn't even ask the principal, apologize?

Isn't this funny?

Who does he think he is!

Some students were also surprised by his bravery, felt some pity, and quickly reminded: "Teacher, don't argue with him, let him go, be careful that he will retaliate against you!"

"Teacher, muddle through, don't cause trouble for yourself!"

"Teacher, a loss is a blessing, you have to be tolerant!"

"Teacher, he... No one cares about him anyway, don't ask for trouble!"

"Teachers are also dangerous occupations. Teacher, have you bought insurance?"

"Teacher, 'gentlemen often pass', you should reflect on yourself!"

……

What are these!

Listening to the words of "admonishment" that rushed into his ears, Han Fei raised his eyebrows lightly. Are they really teenagers?Why are these words so similar to the words of those grandparents in the compound who are so idle and gossiping together to enjoy the cool air!While they can't see the facts clearly, they think they are the messengers of justice and interfere with others. In fact, they are just pretending to have nothing to do with themselves, trying to be shit sticks!

Are they really high school students?

He no longer listened to these inexplicable words.

Do they think it is right for students to threaten teachers?

Is it right for the teacher to ignore the students?

Do they know what "justice" is?Is there a correct view of right and wrong? !

"Hahahahaha..." Yuan Hua laughed arrogantly.

Han Fei's frivolous bangs were shaken by the loud laughter, and his light-colored pupils trembled in the shock, but he didn't back down.Han Fei still stood on the podium, supported the podium with one hand, stared at him blankly, calmly, and said firmly, "You insulted me, apologize to me."

"..."

Unexpectedly... so tenacious!

Han Fei's stubbornness was beyond everyone's expectations.

No one understood why he was so persistent. After being clearly reminded and warned, he was still stubborn and demanded an apology from the other party.

No one even made it clear which sentence offended him, the "insult" that offended his bottom line.

Han Fei said firmly, "Apologize, and go back to your seat!"

"..." Isn't this letting the tiger into the cage?

How can it be!

No one spoke for the overconfident Han Fei, everyone looked at him silently, waiting to see how he would pay for his stubbornness.

Yuan Hua smiled, and for the first time looked straight at the person on the podium who was as thin as a wisp of green smoke, which seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind in an instant.

Such a person, how dare he!

Yuan Hua is like a bullfighting bull that has just been thrown into the Colosseum. He arched his shoulders, loosened his muscles and bones, and tapped his toes to test the friction of the ground. His eagle eyes locked on Han Fei, and he pulled the corner of his mouth into a wicked smile.

The class immediately fell silent.

Everyone knew that this was a sign of Yuan Hua's anger, and when he went crazy, no one could stand it, so there was an unwritten rule in the school: Seeing Yuan Hua take a detour, don't mess with the mad cow.

Everyone looked sympathetically at the handsome art teacher on the podium.

The new art teacher is very special. He is so light that he doesn’t exist. He can blend in with the wind in the air. There is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel comfortable. He is like a spring breeze, which makes people feel full of energy. He is a novelty in the campus. scenery.

There are so many people discussing him behind his back!

But it's a pity, it's rare that such a unique teacher came to the school, but he was going to be tortured here, and just withered!

Without any warning, Yuan Hua rushed towards the horned arrow like a bull seeing the red cloth.

Han Fei gasped, grabbed the edge of the desk, and looked at the bull rushing towards him.My heart is faintly restless:

Once upon a time, there seemed to be a cow that rushed towards him without any warning and hit him...

Chapter 8