Where are the most beautiful seasons

"Just two steamed buns, hot ass..."

Two bites, half of a bun has been eaten.

Xie Ziyang didn't talk nonsense with him, he snatched the remaining one and a half buns, went into the kitchen familiarly, opened the microwave door, threw it in, set the time, leaned against the small bar, put his hands in his pockets: "Five years in college , It’s a blessing that he didn’t die outside.”

Wu Xie also leaned against the bar: "Okay, I've been like an old woman all day long, that Zhang Qiling really has eyesight, it's a waste not to be a teacher with your masculinity." He looked up at the number on the microwave , rushed up and pressed the close button, opened the door and took out the steamed stuffed bun, "...your mother, how can you eat it when it's so hot?"

Xie Ziyang closed the door of the microwave oven, followed behind Wu Xie: "It's not hot enough yet..."

Wu Xie ignored it, sat back on the sofa, finished off the remaining steamed stuffed buns in two mouthfuls, took another mouthful of pulsation, and then straightened her neck: "What are your plans?"

Xie Ziyang also sat back on the sofa and picked up the interview notice from Ninth High School: "I want to go to Ninth High School."

"real or fake?"

After a while ago, Wu Xie didn't take the matter of Ninth High School seriously, thinking that it was just the product of Xie Ziyang's wide-ranging résumé, but judging by his expression at this time, he seemed to be serious.

"I've thought about it carefully, and there's nothing wrong with being a teacher, at least it's stable. Although the Ninth Middle School is private, the Education Bureau has a staff, so it's considered a solid job."

"Fuck! What age, do you still care about this? It's boring to spend all day preparing for class."

"What do you do differently? After working for a long time, it's not the same thing - to support the family and make a living. As a teacher, you have three months of paid leave, and you can do what you want. If you do something else Yes, it will be like this for the rest of my life.”

"That's true."

Wu Xie knew that for Xie Ziyang, his mother was an insurmountable mountain in his heart, and his mother's happiness and tranquility were more important than his own dreams and preferences.For a hard-working mother, the son who has grown up has a stable job, a happy family, and one or two third generations around her knees. This is the greatest happiness and reward.

"The most important thing is, do you know how much is the salary of a teacher in No. [-] Middle School?"

"How much more?" Wu Xie was amused by Xie Ziyang's mysterious expression, "Two thousand is as high as the sky, how much more can the Ninth High School be?"

"Two thousand to recruit graduate students? What grade are the teachers in the Ninth Middle School!" Xie Ziyang stretched out a finger and shook it. "Ordinary teachers have this number in a month, and the director or principal should at least have this number." two fingers.

"How much... a thousand?"

"Damn you! One thousand? Why don't you say one hundred? Ten thousand plus! This is not counting the monthly housing allowance of 1000 yuan and the transportation fee of 800 yuan. Counting all miscellaneous and miscellaneous things, the one who got it was 20. Besides, the teacher does not pay a tax, and each teacher has five or six salary cards, and the money of different names is divided into different cards several times a month , The two thousand you mentioned is just the basic salary paid by the Education Bureau, and the tax is only a few tens of dollars, and it is paid by the Education Bureau uniformly every year. In addition, the year-end bonus of the Education Bureau, the teachers of the Ninth Middle School also have a share, If you complete the set goals for the semester, the school will also reward you, and if you include five social insurances and one housing fund, you will definitely have an annual salary of [-] yuan, after tax."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie's eyes lit up: "It's true, the salary is so high, why don't I know? No wonder there are such awesome teachers in Ninth Middle School. I thought those teachers were all red hearts. The educational cause of the motherland spends its youth and strives for life."

"You must have a red heart, but this is what age, you can't let the horse die, and don't let the horse eat grass."

"Then the grass is too fat. Where did that old third uncle get so much money and pay the teacher such a high salary?"

"You can ask your third uncle."

"Hey... I said I am itchy. If the salary is so good, then the recruitment conditions must be very harsh. You are not a graduate student. Why do people like you? Is it because you are good-looking?" Laughing, "Besides, you were a student of chemistry, what did you teach in middle school?"

"You look good! People are recruiting teachers, not public relations. But to say good-looking, the teachers in Ninth Middle School seem to be worthy of the audience. Is this your third uncle's bad taste? Others don't say, the one at the job fair that day The vice-principal surnamed Zhang is not bad-looking, he is so young, he doesn't look like the principal at all."

"Hey...Don't tell me, my third uncle seems to have a bit of a bad taste. When we were in school, the female teachers were very beautiful. Didn't you have a crush on that biology teacher? Oh...I see..." Wu Xie Yi suddenly realized, "You studied biochemistry, so you want to be a biology teacher? Don't tell me you have a heart for Teacher Li... But... when we graduate, won't she get married?"

"What are you thinking? Who the hell had a crush on Teacher Li? I was just a biology class representative for a year. What the hell are you talking about? I'm applying for a chemistry teacher, and my major is chemistry. I have taken a double degree in English, and I have passed the eighth grade in English." Seeing Wu Xie's mouth opened wider and wider, Xie Ziyang explained: "When I first went to college, I still thought about going abroad in the future. Ever since my mother had that serious illness Afterwards, I gave up this idea, and the department’s research institute didn’t want to study anymore, so I just got to work and forget about it.”

In terms of brains, Xie Ziyang and Wu Xie are on par. When they were in high school, they were in the fast science class, and they were both members of the school's Mathematical Olympiad team. They represented the school in national-level Mathematical Olympiad competitions.But in terms of grades, sometimes Xie Ziyang was able to get into the top ten of his grade, but Wu Xie hovered around the top [-].There is no other reason. The arts and sciences are seriously biased. No matter how good the sciences are, the arts are as bad as they are.In elementary school and junior high school, I could rely on rote memorization to barely hold back, but in high school, I never passed a pass—this has not been cured. The more nervous I am, the more I fail in the exam.

Seeing that Xie Ziyang was really serious, Wu Xie thought about it and said, "Okay, I'll talk to my third uncle tomorrow."

Xie Ziyang leaned back on the back of the sofa, stared at the ceiling for a while, then turned around and asked Wu Xie, "What about you? What are your plans?"

"Me? What plans can I have? When my old man comes back, he can distribute it as he pleases." Wu Xie snorted.

Xie Ziyang lowered his gaze and looked directly at Wu Xie: "Why don't you go to Ninth High School too?"

"Die you! I don't want to be a teacher. What you said just now, I don't think it's reliable. Besides, I can't be a teacher because I have no love."

"Annual salary of 20 million."

"Don't go."

"Three months of paid vacation."

"Don't go."

"Think carefully..."

"No, it's always itchy..." Wu Xie casually threw the pillow on Xie Ziyang's face, "Tell me, isn't there something wrong with me going to be a teacher as soon as I majored in architecture?"

"Don't say that you study architecture because you love the construction of the motherland so much, or because you can stay outside for another year? I don't know you yet! If your father arranges for you to go to some design institute, drink tea every day Draw and draw blueprints on the water, 360 days a year, and you are still not suffocated? Being a teacher is usually tiring, but during the three-month vacation, you still want to go wherever you want, and your old man also Don’t you care? Besides, Ninth Middle School, our alma mater, have you forgotten the good times we spent there? Every day with sixteen or seventeen-year-old children, it’s not easy for people to grow old.”

"Xie Ziyang! When did you stop stuttering? Your mother, you haven't become a teacher yet. You are so good at doing ideological work for others. If you really become a teacher, you will be a bad woman in a few years. Oh, no, it's a badass. male!"

"Fuck! You're still in good spirits! Didn't you hear what I just said about the harsh conditions for recruiting at the Ninth High School and feel that you can't lose your grade? Don't say you can't eat grapes and say the grapes are sour. What about the teachers at Ninth High School? You stayed there Three years, you know the fuck best."

"Damn it, Xie Ziyang, you've used a radical method for more than 20 years, and I'm tired of you even if you don't. Isn't it just a middle school? I can't teach mathematics, physics and chemistry with full marks? If I want to go, I will definitely go."

"Hmph..." Xie Ziyang sneered, "You may not be able to go even if you want to. You think your third uncle is the principal, so you must be able to get in? It is the vice principal surnamed Zhang who is in charge of recruitment. He is notoriously difficult. Talking is demanding, and the person he says can't do it, even your third uncle can't speak well."

"I really don't believe in this shit anymore. My third uncle and the first principal may not be able to handle the deputy principal, so don't mess with the ninth middle school. Besides, don't you only have one undergraduate course, you can go, if I can't go , I have your fucking surname!" Wu Xie was in a hurry, Yi Gaoer jumped up from the sofa, "Give it to me!"

"What?" Xie Ziyang also stood up, "Alright, Wu Xie, this is what you said, don't pretend to be a grandson if you don't have the fucking ability!"

"Ninth High School's recruitment information... If I don't get into Ninth High School, I'll be your fucking grandson."

Xie Ziyang tilted his head with a smirk, and when he looked directly at Wu Xie again, he said something that made Wu Xie almost vomit blood: Come on, call Grandpa to listen.

03

That night, Xie Ziyang ate so much that he was so cheeky that he even took food and food to the extreme, and even packed away the leftover garlic sauce.

Wu Xie was surprised. My queen mother is from the Northeast, so it's fine if she likes to eat dumplings. How can Xie Ziyang, an authentic southerner, also like to eat dumplings?I have come to rub at home since I was a child, not to mention eating a lot, and my mouth is very sweet, so that the Queen Mother is so happy.

Once, Xie Ziyang's mother was on a business trip and left Xie Ziyang in their house. His queen mother made dumplings five times in two weeks, which made Wu Xie and his old man very hungry. Maybe it's big eyes, small eyes, daring to be angry but not speaking.

Wu Xie originally thought that after Xie Ziyang finished eating, he would stay at his house to make a dungeon or something before leaving, but just after eating, he put oil on his feet and prepared to run away.Wu Xie asked him what shameful things he was doing when he went back, and he said he wanted to go home to review his homework.

Review your homework, this word has not been heard for many years, okay!

Xie Ziyang will continue to play tricks to the end, showing off his gossip: there will be a written test before the interview in No. 130 Middle School, and a set of simulated questions for the college entrance examination will be done on the spot.For science subjects, comprehensive mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology, and liberal arts, comprehensive literature, history, politics and geography, if you can't reach [-] or above, you can pass directly.

So stupid!

At the end, Xie Ziyang dropped another bomb: This mock question was made by that perverted principal Zhang. It is said that the question is quite perverted. The correct answer is not enough. The steps to solve the problem must be simple and clear, and the simplest and most effective solution should be used. method.Some questions require results within a few steps, and even multiple-choice questions must write down the thinking process of choosing A or not B.

What about intuition?Wu Xie asked.

Children who are good at science know that sometimes doing multiple-choice questions is just a feeling, and then after verification, the answer comes out without any thinking process at all.

intuition?It is intuition, and the reason for intuition must be written.Aren't you a perfect score in mathematics, physics and chemistry? Let's see how many points you can achieve!

Xie Ziyang's lips curled up so much that he deserved a beating.

Fuck me!Don't be so perverted!

Sending off to get to know Zi Yang, Wu Xie weighed the information in his heart.

If what Xie Ziyang said is true, then with such a good condition, you can really try it.Even if being a teacher is not his ideal career, and he has always felt that it is a bit silly for a man to be a teacher, but if he is really assigned by his father, it must be either a civil servant or a public institution, and the life of "one thing for a lifetime and a cup of tea" , It's really dark.It would be better to be a teacher if you wait until you retire like that, at least the campus life is rich and colorful.The students in Ninth Middle School are all the top students among the top students, and they will not be mad at themselves because they are too stupid.Besides, taking a step back, economic independence can only achieve political independence in the true sense.

After making up his mind, Wu Xie immediately sent a text message to his third uncle, asking him to treat him to a meal at noon the next day.The reason: his precious nephew had graduated from college with honors and returned to his hometown with good clothes and clothes, and had to clean up the dust.

Their uncles and nephews are not much different in age, and they have had a good relationship since they were young. Wu Xie has done a lot of things to ride on his third uncle's head to be domineering, and now he is willing to be led by him—just kidding, he still happily agrees, By the way, let yourself pick a liberal arts class with beautiful girls?As for the perverted vice-principal and the perverted simulation questions, he didn't believe what Lao Tiao said at all.If his third uncle can't handle the vice principal under him, how can he be an ass?Others don't know his third uncle, but Wu Xie doesn't know him?The whole bandit, to beautify it, is a hero, and the black and white of Jiumen City are so mixed up that it is called a wind and water.Don't say that I entered the ninth middle school, even the old itch must accept it, let him go home to review his homework, review what's wrong?

Soon, the third uncle replied a text message: Tomorrow at twelve o'clock at noon, at the Caihe Hall of the New Moon Hotel, waiting for the eldest nephew to visit, and the third uncle will clean up the dust for you.

Very good, very reliable.

Wu Xie casually threw the mobile phone on the desk, fell on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day is Sunday.Of course, Wu Xie no longer has the concept of dates, so he just sleeps until the sun is up.

During dinner last night, Xie Ziyang frantically comforted his queen mother again.

Although the queen mother is still a little incapable of accepting the fact that her precious son is going to be a people's teacher, it is better than being an unemployed vagrant at home.If the old man came back from abroad in a month and saw Wu Xie still playing World of Warcraft at home, he wouldn't just abolish this unworthy son.It's okay to go to the Ninth Middle School, although the third child is not very reliable, at least it is under the nose, and it is easy to control and supervise.

Ever since, when Wu Xie was shaking his head wildly, brushing his mouth with toothpaste froth, he suddenly saw the queen mother standing at the door of the toilet lovingly and looking at him—almost choked to death!

"Mom! Do you want to choke me to death so that Lao You can take over as your son?" Wu Xie spit out toothpaste foam and coughed violently.

"What are you talking about, kid? Yesterday..." The Empress Dowager followed Wu Xie into the dining room, "...Yesterday, Xiao Yang said that you were going to the Ninth Middle School?"

"Yeah." Wu Xie grabbed a fried dough stick and took another sip of soy milk, "Mom, Uncle Wang's fried dough sticks are still so delicious."

"Eat, eat, eat! Eat enough!" The queen mother pushed the plate containing fried dough sticks in front of Wu Xie again, "Xiao Xie, Xiao Yang said yesterday that it is difficult to get into the Ninth High School?"

"Listen to him! He's scaring you. Your brother-in-law is the principal, and the only seedling of his old Wu's family can't get in. Does he still want to come for dinner in the future? Hasn't he been hacked by his sister-in-law?"

"Nonsense! When did your mother and I live like that? Your mother and I..."

"All right, all right, stop, mother, you are virtuous and gracious, and you uphold the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. The eldest sister-in-law raised the two younger uncles for her mother..."

"Stinky boy, it makes you poor..." The queen mother took a look at the back of Wu Xie's head.

Wu Xie almost spit out soy milk: "Queen Mother, you are too ruthless! Xiao Yang... come and save me!"

Seeing Wu Xie playing tricks, the Queen Mother was in a good mood, took out a tissue and threw it over, "Okay! I've sprayed my eyebrows on it... about going to the Ninth Middle School, do you want me to tell your third uncle?"

"No, second uncle, I can't figure it out, third uncle...it's a piece of cake!" Wu Xie wiped her mouth, got up and walked to her room, poked her head out halfway, "Mom, why didn't you go to work today?"

"What shift do I go to work? Today is Sunday."

"Oh..." Wu Xie withdrew her head, and then stretched it out again, "...I have an appointment with my third uncle at noon, so I don't have to wait for me for dinner tonight."

"Don't go crazy with your third uncle." Seeing that Wu Xie didn't answer, the queen mother chased after her again, "Speak for Xiao Yang, too."

"Understood, Mom... Tomorrow I'll let Old Tickle call you Mom!"

"Go away, raising you is enough for me to worry about. If you really have this kind of filial piety, hurry up tomorrow, bring back a daughter-in-law for mom, give birth to a fat boy, and mom will be complete in this life."

"Mom, you have a long life, and you are still far away from consummation!" Wu Xie said while putting on a T-shirt on her head, "I am consummated, but you will not be able to achieve consummation!"

"Just be so outspoken. When you become a teacher in the future, you have to restrain yourself."

"Got it!" Wu Xie packed up and pulled the Queen Mother's shoulders, "Lafayette Queen Mother, get up and go..." Pushing the Queen Mother straight to the sofa in the living room to sit down, he said, "Mom, you just Keep your heart in your stomach, seeing how talented your son is, he won't fascinate the whole school with female teachers and students."

"Stinky boy!" The queen mother watched Wu Xie go out, and shouted again, "Hey! Don't drink with your third uncle... Tell your third uncle to go home for dinner..."

"Bang" the door rang.

It was still early to arrive at Caihetang.

It's not the first time, Wu Xie ordered a bunch of his favorite food "this and this" with ease.

The dishes were all ordered, and the third uncle hadn't come yet. Wu Xie was so bored that he called Xie Ziyang to harass him and asked him where he was studying. He thought that Xie Ziyang was just talking, but he actually uttered a long list of formulas and theorems from high school textbooks. or something.

When Wu Xie heard it, she was amused, and felt very kind.When I was in the third year of high school, I knew that there was no hope for Chinese, and the more I hoped, the worse it was, so I could only work hard on mathematics, physics and chemistry. I almost vomited when I finished the simulation questions. back.

After chatting with Xie Ziyang for a while, he saw his third uncle coming in with a decent appearance. Wu Xie gleefully hung up the phone and waved at Wu Sanxing.

The Wu family has relatively good genetics, tall, well-proportioned, long hands and long feet, and they are very dominant in terms of appearance alone.Good physical fitness, natural athletic talent, and some sports hobbies, so even in old age, the body does not look bloated.Wu Xie's father was almost fifty, and his shoulders and back were still as straight as a gun.Wu Sansheng plays badminton quite well, and his streamlined muscles are unassuming but very textured.Today I was wearing an off-white short-sleeved shirt, a neat suit and trousers, and a whole rack of clothes.The unique self-confidence of a middle-aged man with a successful career can be seen all over his face, coupled with a bit of arrogance. Just as he walked to the door of the private room, two waiters standing at the door secretly glanced at him at the same time. I took a few glances.

Wu Xie saw that he and the waiter flirted with each other before walking to sit opposite him, and he understood—this was just from the dinner.

"I said nephew, how many days have you been back?"

"It's been a few days since I came back, have you eaten?"

"Well, I just accompanied Uncle Xie to receive a wave of inspections from the province. They have been here for a week. I had a meal this morning and sent them away." Wu Sansheng took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and put the cigarette case Throwing it to Wu Xie, "Is the dish ordered?"

"Well, do you want to return a few dishes if you still want to eat?" Wu Xie took the cigarette case and pulled out a mouthpiece, took out the lighter from his trouser pocket, got up and lit it for Wu Sansheng.

"No, I only drank in the morning, so I didn't eat a few mouthfuls." After taking a puff of cigarettes, he turned to the two waiters at the door, "Hurry up and serve the food, and two more bowls of rice." Turning back, he asked Wu Xie, "Is the wine ordered?"

"Order." Wu Xie also yelled at the waiter who was going to deliver the food just now, "I replaced the wine I just ordered with two bottles of Qingdao Chunsheng."

"Why, save money for your third uncle?"

"Save money for you? You reconcile Uncle Xie to accompany the guests. He pours just two glasses of beer. How many people are not accompanied by you? I'll get you down. Who will take care of my business..." Wu Xie also said to himself On the cigarette, "...your sister-in-law is thinking about you, when will you come home to eat dumplings."

"Your mother's dumplings..." Wu Sansheng shook his head with a smile, "Tell your mother, I'll be there in a while... When will your father come back?"

"Maybe a month."

Wu Sansheng took out a wet towel and wiped his hands, then grabbed a pickled pepper chicken foot that had just arrived and gnawed it indistinctly, "What needs to be solved?"

Every time he saw Wu Sanxing gnawing chicken paws, Wu Xie's face was covered with black lines.

Such a big man loves to eat what little girls like to eat, and he is usually embarrassed. Every time he hangs out with Wu Xie, he shakes his arms and gnaws like a hello.

"Eat slowly, I want three servings." Wu Xie glanced at the little girl serving the food, who was looking at the three plates of chicken feet and was hesitating whether to go to the back kitchen to ask if it was on the wrong table.

"It's still my eldest nephew, I didn't hurt you for nothing. Tell me, what do you want?"

"I'm going to No. [-] Middle School."

"What?"

"Be a teacher! Why don't you go back to the furnace?"

"Be a teacher?" Wu Sansheng slurred a sentence with a bone in his mouth, "You were... stimulated by... what?"

"Without being stimulated, I can't be noble, devote myself to the education of the motherland, and serve my alma mater?" Wu Xie also grabbed a chicken paw and chewed it in his mouth.

Wu Sansheng spat out the chicken bones and wiped his hands: "Is it because your old man doesn't solve your work problems, so come to me to take a hole first."

"You're a carrot, you can think whatever you like, anyway, I'm going to the Ninth Middle School, you can figure it out."

"Heh!" Seeing that Wu Xie was in a hurry, Wu Sanxing smiled a little wickedly, "I said nephew, to solve work problems, you can go to any unit you want, and third uncle will contact you, why do you have to be a teacher? ?”

Wu Xie saw him push three times and four times, it was really not like his usual style, and he thought to himself: Could it be the old itch?He really can't handle his vice-principal?

"Third Uncle, don't you! Do you really have a vice-principal under your command?"

"Well, the matter of recruiting new teachers has been handled by him since he came, and I don't ask." Wu Sansheng didn't even jump, and admitted it openly.

"Fuck! Is he a woman?"

Wu Xie couldn't think of any other reason for Wu Sansheng to admit so simply.

"What girl!"

"Then how did you listen to him?"

"It's a long story." Wu Sansheng finished off a plate of chicken feet, and reached out to grab another plate: "Your third uncle, I always use people on their merits."

"Come on! What is this person's background?" Wu Xie pushed the plate towards Wu Sansheng, and took another one casually.

"I don't know. A friend introduced me to be a vice-principal. At that time, it happened that the national key approval came down, and there was an extra vice-principal establishment. We talked... The chicken feet in this store taste really good, Turning around and shouting at the waiter at the door, "Add three more packs. "

Wu Xie was so embarrassed that she was about to break out in a cold sweat.

"...He came back from the United States. It is said that he was the executive vice-principal of a private school before he came back, and he was also in charge of teacher management. He brought back a set of advanced school-running concepts and experiences from foreign private schools. I think his ideas are very good. If it can be implemented, it will be finalized. The conditions discussed at that time, in addition to the salary and position, there is another one, teacher training and recruitment, he has absolute rights."

"You promised?"

"Ah! Promise, don't say that the little brother is really good. The new teachers recruited in the past two years have been trained and developed well. There are still teachers in Ninth Middle School who are not afraid of me, but there is no one who is not afraid of him. If he sits at the back of the classroom and listens to the class, the 30-year-old teacher will be nervous."

"Why?" Wu Xie became interested.

"General subjects... The teacher also talks about separating subjects like a mountain, but he is a general subject. No matter what the subject is, he can point out the problems in the class. Moreover, foreign middle school education pays special attention to efficiency and flexibility to encourage students to think innovatively. Ability-based. He combined these with the reality of China's exam-oriented education, and asked teachers to use the most flexible teaching methods so that students can draw inferences from one instance, master knowledge by analogy, and use the most effective and simple method to solve problems. To put it bluntly, it is not Read the book to death. If you are good at science, you must understand this truth. Use this concept to carry out teacher training, and now almost all the teachers in the ninth middle school have trained him to be a general subject, and the classroom teaching effect has improved a lot. If you don’t have evening shifts for a year, you have to sit in class to prepare lessons, and students can only leave school when they return to their dormitory.” Seeing Wu Xie was a little confused, Wu Sansheng explained: “Study other subjects! Let’s put it this way, for example, your math teacher, the class that is on duty for evening self-study , if a student asks you a physics question, if you can’t answer it, you will be fined [-] yuan each time.”

"Fuck! No wonder the salary is so high, it's not enough punishment." Wu Xie heard about such a thing for the first time, "tsk tsk" said in surprise, "doesn't the teacher have any objections?"

"Opinion? Who are the people who can enter the ninth middle school? Those who are motivated... Even if you don't take a whip, they can't wait to be the best... What a good teacher..." Wu Sanxing lit another cigarette, Feel infinitely.

Wu Xie himself has a deep understanding of this. During the three years in the Ninth Middle School, he greeted God, the education system, and the Education Bureau. There's a little bit of disrespect in the teacher - there's a respect that comes from character.

Seeing that Wu Xie didn't speak, Wu Sansheng smiled and brought the topic back: "So! He is very strict in recruiting new teachers. He not only looks at the graduate school, but also looks at the education background, but also the brain. Those who are not smart enough, and those who are dead-educated, are all rejected. , there must also be a few specialties, sports, music, painting, chess, calligraphy, any aspect is fine, and nothing that is not comprehensively developed is not."

"And why?"

"You have also been a student. Why is your Chinese so poor? Isn't it because of the Chinese teacher in junior high school? For students, which subject they learn well and like to learn depends largely on the teacher who teaches this course, a teacher A window can be opened and a window can be closed. In the past, meeting a good teacher was the luck of the students. Now in Ninth Middle School, we want to increase the chance of this luck as much as possible. First of all, what we want is an all-round teacher , let me ask you, what kind of teacher do you like? If your teacher finishes the class with a strong voice, and can step off the podium to play ball with the students heartily, or, during the cultural performance, your teacher comes to the stage to sing rap Tell me, will the students look at such a teacher with admiration? In this way, the favorability will rise gradually, and if the students are convinced, he will like you and follow your ideas. Our current teachers Construction is to create a teacher that students like. Students like a teacher and worship a teacher, so that they can actively learn the knowledge he imparts and unconsciously follow the teacher. High school students, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, are the easiest Curiosity towards unknown things and reverence for those who are better than themselves. In foreign countries, the most powerful scholars and social elites are almost all part-time courses in universities or middle schools. Unlike in China, the lowest score has always been the normal school In schools, the most incompetent people become teachers. Your third uncle and I, even if we spend money, we must spend money to create the strongest teaching team."

Wu Xie was taken aback when he heard that.

Unexpectedly, there is such a heart in front of me who is not a serious old man in front of me!

Wu Xie opened his mouth wide, chewed the chicken bone twice, and spat it out in a "peh peh", "Okay! Third uncle, I used to think that Uncle Xie was blind to let you become the principal of the Ninth Middle School. Now , I am convinced."

"Submit it!" Wu Sansheng enjoyed the eyes of his elder nephew, "Actually, there is another more important factor. The hardware conditions are met, and the software must keep up. Teachers and parents are nothing more than love. , a sense of responsibility, but if you really want to do it, a good teacher needs to have too much, and this quality cannot be measured by rules and regulations. What kind of person can become a good teacher depends entirely on the person's ability, then The eyes of the little brother are really poisonous. Your third uncle and I have been together for so many years. I have never seen anyone. Occasionally, I misjudged someone. You can’t see anything from his eyes, but you can’t see anything. In his eyes, even if he refuses to accept it, he can see through a person at a glance. So, after talking with that little brother, I signed the contract at that time, and he filled in the column of annual salary. Fill in an outrageous number. Let’s observe from the sidelines in the past two years, I don’t know his background, anyway, I don’t think he came to Ninth Middle School because of that salary.”

Wu Xie also felt puzzled, and asked mysteriously, "Third Uncle, could it be a spy of the US Emperor who came to China to steal information?"

"You've watched too many bad TV shows! He's a spy. He went to the school of the director of the National Security Bureau's younger brother to steal information. He must be very courageous."

"Right."

"He doesn't have any suspicious behaviors?" Wu Xie shamefully realized that his focus had gone astray.

"It's not suspicious. Life is very simple. I usually don't like to be close to people. I don't like to talk. I'm always cold and expressionless. I don't socialize with anyone. After class, the rest of the time is just work. I don't have any hobbies."

"This is a typical image of a secret agent. Third Uncle, your vigilance is too low. Hurry up and report to Second Uncle!" Wu Xie looked full of hatred.

"Come on, you, how can there be so many spies? It's just that the little brother is a bit cold-tempered, but it's okay, I think his background is very suspicious." Wu Sansheng handed Wu Xie a bottle of beer, "You say, Just such a person, I said to put my eldest nephew in the Ninth Middle School-he didn't like it...It really doesn't work. There is no way at all, neither favors nor friendship. You know, every year I hand How many notes are there. From Panzi’s side, I can use my identity as the principal to force him to accept a few students, and from Zhang Qiling’s side, Mayor Li’s niece was going to come to Ninth Middle School last year, but she didn’t come in.”

"Then what should I do?"

"What should we do?" Wu Sansheng picked up the beer bottle and poured himself a glass, "Let's change the place." Seeing that Wu Xie was still unwilling, he smiled and filled his glass, "Isn't it the Ninth High School?" Is there a girl you like?"

"Nothing! Hearing what you said, I really have to go!"

"Oh?" Wu Sanxing put down the wine bottle, picked up his own cup and touched the rim of Wu Xie's, motioning for Wu Xie to pick up the cup as well, "Why do you still have to come here? Tell the truth to Third Uncle, What is it about Ninth High School that makes you come here?"

Hearing this, Wu Xie was also taken aback.

That's right, I have to go to the Ninth Middle School because of Mao?Is it the reluctance to admit defeat in the bones or the old itchy aggressive method?Or maybe it's curiosity about the vice-principal who is suspected of being a secret agent that even the third uncle can't handle...

Perhaps, a little bit of all three.

Many years ago, I believed in myself;

Many years later, I believe in fate.

Wu Xie drank a glass of beer, but instead of calming down, a rush of blood rushed straight to his forehead.

Wu Xie can't be the standard bearer...

Wu Xie can't beat that kid...

Wu Xie can't get No.1...

Wu Xie couldn't pass the Ninth High School...

Wu Xie couldn't get into Z University...

Wu Xie couldn't catch up with Xihua...

Wu Xie couldn't get into Ninth Middle School...

Wu Xie...

fart!How do you know I can't do it?

"Third Uncle, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll just ask you for an interview. When the time comes, your vice-principal really doesn't want me, so I have nothing to say."

Wu Sansheng was all smiles—the root of the old Wu family really resembled me.

"Okay, I'm still in charge of this, come to Ninth High School for an interview tomorrow."

After picking up the chicken feet, Wu Sanxing went straight back to the Ninth Middle School.

Sure enough, there was a pile of resumes of newcomers who were interviewed the next day on the desk.

Wu Sanxing smiled.

Zhang Qiling is a person - he does everything without leaking.

Picking up the phone, he just dialed a number, then hung up, Wu Sanxing thought for a while, then left the office and knocked on the door of Zhang Qiling's office.

"Principal Wu." Zhang Qiling looked up and saw Wu Sansheng paused slightly, got up and gave up his seat.

At this time, Zhang Qiling knew why the principal came.

He took out the ashtray from under the coffee table and put it on Wu Sansheng's side. Zhang Qiling went around and sat down opposite the sofa, quietly waiting for Wu Sansheng to speak.

"School Zhang." Wu Sansheng said in a business-like tone, "I have a nephew who graduated from university this year. He is very smart and has a good personality. He graduated from Ninth Middle School and wants to come back to be a teacher."

"postgraduate?"

"No."

"Double Degree?"

"No."

Zhang Qiling didn't ask any further questions, it was obvious that the hardware was too poor.

"Although I'm not a graduate student, I went to a pretty good university, Z University Department of Architecture." Wu Sansheng said.

"Department of Architecture of Z University?" Zhang Qiling frowned unobtrusively.

Is there such a coincidence?

"What's your name?" Zhang Qiling asked.

"Wu