tear up a white paper

The incident happened inexplicably, and then ended in a muddle. Han Fei handed in a self-criticism, was named and criticized at the staff meeting, and lost all face.Fortunately, Han Fei was used to gossip when he was young. He has been talked about for more than 20 years, but he doesn't take these trivial matters to heart.

Yuan Hua was ordered to go home and contemplate behind closed doors for a week, while the two recovered from their injuries.

Han Fei was a little surprised. Yuan Hua didn't apologize willingly. He even shouted to "tell Mom" ​​that day. Why didn't there be any follow-up?

However, with his limited social experience, it is not enough to understand the tricks.He only felt that the child could hold back his temper and apologize on the spot, so it wasn't hopeless.

The school canceled the art class of the third year of high school specially set up to adjust the emotions of the candidates, and when Han Fei thought that he would be punished and suspended from class, he was sent to follow the class again.The so-called follower is like a nanny, taking care of the basics of food, clothing, housing and transportation of the candidates before the US test, and paying attention to their cultural performance after the test.From then on, he just followed the art class and became the head teacher of the art class.

There are fewer courses, but there are no fewer things. On the contrary, the current work responsibilities are greater.

The change was not significant, but it was like a summer wind, blowing from time to time, reminding Han Fei that things had changed.

Although he still doesn't participate in the activities of his colleagues, and his colleagues don't call him, he still doesn't fit in and walks alone.

His students are no longer the same as before, smiling at him when they have nothing to do, they don't dare to stare at him any more during and after class, and no one talks to him heart-to-heart.

He knew that because of that incident, the children were afraid of him after all.

But so what, he has no regrets.

Even if he loses this job, he will never let anyone bully him like that again.

A month later, Han Fei's wrapped hand was finally released. Han Fei clenched his fist, inspected his right hand, and picked up a pen habitually. It seemed that there was no change.

Because of this accidental injury, he has not started painting for a long time. His hands miss the canvas and paper, brushes and colors, and the easel. He misses the studio and the feeling of painting. He wants to paint.

But he didn't have the time and space to paint at all.

"Teacher Han—"

"..." Han Fei looked at the door, reluctantly put down the pen in his hand, walked over, opened the door of the dormitory, and said perfunctorily, "Principal."

After that day, the principal always came to communicate with him from time to time, calling him "Xiao Fei".

Han Fei didn't want the principal to call him "Xiao Fei", so why did he call himself that?Only his father called himself "Xiaofei".After repeated requests, Wang Bin changed his words and only called him "Teacher Han".

This address is also very strange, especially when an older superior calls a younger junior, it feels like ridicule, more like ridicule.

There is no "ridiculous" relationship between them!

Han Fei was also very uncomfortable with this title, but he couldn't say anything more, so he could only bear it.There is no friend around him who is familiar enough to "ridicule" like this.

Wang Bin also explained to him again and again, saying that there was nothing he could do about it in public, that the child's face was injured so badly that he had no choice but to act out that bitter trick.He insisted that he was still partial to Han Fei, and always said that if he changed to another school, he would call the police, Han Fei would be expelled, and so on.

Han Fei didn't like to hear about the meaningless past.

It's over, what else is there to say?No matter how reluctant he is, he has already forgiven the child. No matter how biased the headmaster is, he has already embarrassed him in public and made him lose face. No matter how much the child apologizes, he has already done something to him that deserves to be beaten. Of course, he has also beaten him. him.

So Han Fei thought that this matter was over and turned the page.

But according to the headmaster's intention, it is obviously not the case.

"It's good to be young, Mr. Han's place is really clean!" Wang Bin entered the door with a smile, sniffing his nose like a wild dog looking for food, and said: "It also has a little fragrance. Let me make it clear that no matter male or female, teacher or student, Perfume is not allowed in schools!"

The faculty dormitory is the same as the student dormitory. It is a single room in the tube building. The room is small, only 15 square meters, including a small independent toilet and an open kitchen.When Han Fei moved in, there was only a single bed for adults uniformly provided by the school in the room.Fortunately, Han Fei didn't have a lot of luggage. There was a simple cloth wardrobe against the wall, which stored his four seasons clothes.He didn't buy anything other than the ones he brought, and the kitchen wasn't used, and there were stacks of books on the counter against the wall.

He cleaned up diligently. Although the dormitory was small, it was very clean and tidy. In fact, there was no so-called fragrance, but it still made the visitors think that he secretly raised a snail girl who could do everything in the house.

Otherwise, how could such a large easel be set up in such a limited place!The easel is like a half screen in the room, separating the small dormitory into two worlds.

"I didn't use perfume." Han Fei was helpless, there was no fragrance!He moved the easel to the side to prevent Wang Bin from looking at his paintings.It's the same sentence every time, isn't he annoying?I really don't know what's going on in his head, does the place where a man lives alone must be smelly of sweat?

"Is the principal okay?"

"What are you calling the principal in private, and the eldest brother!" Wang Bin smiled at him and reached out to pat him on the shoulder. Han Fei threw the water on his side, pretending not to see his embarrassingly outstretched hand.He knew that he was going to "chat" again, and the principal was going to care about the staff again!Han Fei pulled out the chair and motioned for Wang Bin to sit down.

There is only one desk in the dormitory, to be precise, it is a set of desks and chairs, the kind students use in classrooms.Wang Bin is tall and strong, sitting on a student chair, he looks like a parent holding a parent-teacher meeting in the classroom, how strange it looks.

"The principal is the principal. You are about the same age as my father! How can I call you big brother!" Han Fei smiled, using "you" in his mouth, and pushed a glass of boiled water in front of Wang Bin, but he was far away. Sitting on the high stool at the other end of the table, with absolute dominance, he looked down at Wang Bin occasionally.

It was Han Fei's stool, half the height of a human being, and matched his easel. Although he didn't like to sit when he was painting, a stool was indispensable.

When Wang Bin visited for the first time, in order to show his respect for the leader, Han Fei let him sit instead of sitting, but something happened that Han Fei couldn't resist. Thinking about it, Han Fei felt scared.Later, he gained some experience, and only gave Wang Bin a low chair, and he sat on a high stool, standing high and far away from him.

Anyway, he couldn't drive him away.

And Wang Bin always has a reason to come in.

He can't treat the head of the school the same way he treats his colleagues and students.

"Then you still don't allow me to call you 'Xiao Fei'!" Wang Bin teased him with a smile, and before Han Fei changed his face, he immediately changed the subject and said seriously: "Look, you are too born, always separated from others What, that's why colleagues are muttering about you!"

"Hehe..." Han Fei held back his breath, pretending to be stupid and perfunctory.What can he mutter about, it's not about those, being out of gregarious, aloof, ignorant of good and evil, difficult to get along with, etc., but some commonplaces that he doesn't care about at all!

"How's the class going? Can you handle it?"

"..." Faced with such concern, Han Fei could only nod his head and said, "Well, it's pretty good, the children are very good..."

"Take your time, when you young people first started working, it was like this, impatient..."

"..." With a slight smile on Han Fei's face as if it didn't exist, he listened to the teachings of his seniors earnestly and modestly, and kept complaining in his heart: Saying this again, my ears are calloused!

He never thought that he would not be talked about by his family and teachers when he was studying, but would start to be talked about after work!The headmaster was nagging to death, just like those seven aunts and eight aunts who hadn't seen each other for several years, and the words he said still had no nutritional value, it was a waste of time.

Just like those seven aunts and eight aunts, he was arrogant and had a special status, so he couldn't drive the principal away.

Really annoying.

"... Teacher Han..."

"Ah?" Han Fei came back to his senses, and suddenly found that Wang Bin had moved to his side and was bending over. His face was almost touching his own. Han Fei was startled and stood up.

"Sorry principal, I was distracted..."

"It's okay, it's normal to be distracted. If you feel that the work is too hard, I can discuss it with the academic affairs and adjust it..."

"No need." Han Fei shook his head immediately, determined not to ask for help, even if he resisted stubbornly, he would not ask for help.What's more, the current course will not make him exhausted.

He refused: "No, the course is not tiring, I just need to rest well."

An obvious eviction order.

"..." Seeing this, Wang Bin didn't say much anymore. He glanced at the surface on his wrist seriously, and turned to leave: "Then...you should go to bed early, and remember to tell me if you have anything to do."

"Thank you, principal!" Han Fei looked down.A thought flashed through his mind, and it disappeared in a flash. He was a little puzzled by the principal's intentions.

"You!" Wang Bin raised his hand, and tapped Han Fei's eyebrows in the air. He didn't dare to touch him seriously. He could only touch this bad thing, so he said meaningfully: "If you say you are good, you are not good at all. Let’s say you’re not good, but you’re so good...it’s annoying..."

"Hehe..." Han Fei tilted his head, avoiding Wang Bin's palm, not letting him touch his head like a kind father, and said respectfully, "Principal, go slowly."

"..." Wang Bin raised his eyebrows, turned around and left with a smile.

"..." Han Fei maintained the slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and gently closed the door, his heart beating like a drum.

Han Fei picked up the pen again, didn't draw a few strokes, and smeared a few times indiscriminately, destroying a piece of white paper with his own hands.

He was so irritable that he couldn't calm down and paint.

Fortunately, Han Fei became even busier in the days to come. In a blink of an eye, senior high school art students were concentrated on professional training, and the day of the U.S. exam was getting closer. Looking at the students, Han Fei also became nervous.

Han Fei himself was never so nervous when he took the US exam!

He is the first and only art teacher in the school.In the past, the art students in the school were scattered and did not form a class, let alone a team led by professional teachers.It is the students who report to classes abroad and make a living by themselves.The same goes for culture classes.But this year's students are different. Although there are only fifteen students, they are the first batch of students trained by the school, so the grades of this class of students are very important.

They are related to the school's enrollment rate of less than 1%, and the next enrollment.

Han Fei knew very well in his heart that he was indeed highly valued. The principal was right. He was indeed partial to him, and that was why he, a fresh graduate, was asked to take on such an important responsibility. Because of this, he had no way to bluntly refuse. The principal leaves the dormitory.

He cannot be ungrateful for being favored by others.

Even so, he couldn't bear to be confused...

Han Fei couldn't say such a dirty thing.

The headmaster's frequent visits to his dormitory have attracted countless rumors, thanks to him being a man, and the headmaster once swore that men would not be molested, so he has not heard such rumors as "hidden rules".

But he couldn't ignore the increasingly clear sense of danger.

He vaguely knew the principal's intentions, the reason why he looked for him, took care of him, approached him, touched him intentionally or unintentionally... Han Fei didn't like it, very disliked.But he can only bear it, he can't turn his face, and he can't mess it up. He can only be like an acrobat performing a tightrope walk in the sky, try to be as balanced as possible, and try not to... lose his balance and fall.

Dealing with the principal is much harder than taking care of the students!

He would rather be busy, eat and live with the students every day, and put all other things on hold.He hoped with all his heart that they would achieve something, that he would be freed from this huge pressure vortex.

In my heart, I had already prepared for the worst.

The worst result...it's actually very simple, but it's just one shot and two parts, and the fish dies and the net breaks, that's all.

Chapter 10