put wildness in his heart

Chapter 158
Old Guotou called Wen Miao to the office and asked her to set aside some time for evening self-study to hold a small class meeting for the students to encourage everyone, so as to save the morale of the students from being too low due to the unsatisfactory results this time.

When Wen Miao arrived at the office, she happened to hear some teachers talking.

Director Jiang was the first to bring up the topic.

Director Jiang teaches Chinese and is also the head teacher of the art class next door. At this time, he can't go on with Buddhism and is worrying about the students' Chinese performance: "The ancient poems are written silently, which is a mess; the translation of classical Chinese is outrageous; the writing of argumentative essays, the preface It doesn’t make sense. Oops, if you think about the grades of Haida’s art students, this score is a bit hanging.”

When old Guotou heard this sentence, he raised his head and answered, "Aren't ancient poetry dictation and classical Chinese translation the best two types of questions?"

"Yes." Director Jiang sighed and nodded, "But the students are not very happy to memorize it. I keep urging it every day, 24 hours a day, but it doesn't seem to work."

Director Jiang has completely forgotten the phrase "Buddha saves people with destiny", and sighed anxiously: "It seems that there is a saying that is true. In the previous life, I killed pigs, and in this life I teach."

All the teachers in the room expressed the same emotion: "That's right, this sentence is so true."

Director Jiang took a sip of the brewed tea, trying to calm down the anger in his heart: "What did the ancestor leave behind? Hey, Lao Guo, what is the next sentence?"

Old Guo put his hands behind his back and helped him fill in the second half of the sentence: "I killed people in my previous life, but I will teach Chinese in this life."

"Yes, that's the sentence." Director Jiang nodded, and quickly drank another sip of tea, for fear that he would not be able to suppress the anger, and two blisters would appear in his mouth if he got angry again, "How many people do you think I killed in my previous life? Ah, it's too painful, isn't it?"

The female class teacher in the next class was obviously in more pain. After reading the student's report card, her eyes almost went dark, she didn't raise her breath, and resisted the urge to cry and said, "Mr. Add one more sentence."

Director Jiang said "Huh?" and turned around: "What else can I add?"

The female head teacher squeezed her quick-acting heart-relief pill, and said with a painful face: "I didn't admit to murder in my previous life, so I will be a head teacher in this life."

Director Jiang: "..."

Hmm... Her homeroom teacher really worked very hard.

The class cadres in her class are not very capable of handling things.

Old Guo Tou seems to have actively admitted to the murder in his previous life, and his attitude is probably very good. It belongs to the kind of active surrender. Resisting is strict, and confession is lenient.

That's why when I was a class teacher in my life, I could meet such a reliable and worry-free class leader.

The female class teacher is facing a young male teacher at the table.

At this time, the male teacher was scratching his hair with a broken face, and murmured: "How can I make the students pass the math grades? Ah, the pressure is so great, I really want to go to the rooftop to blow some air."

Opposite him stood a boy wearing glasses.

The boy held an answer sheet in his hand and stood there innocently.

Old Guo took a look at the answer sheet he was holding in his hand, and saw several bright red "crosses".

"..."

Old Guotou gave the boy a serious look, um, it seems like a good material for repeating a grade.

Liberal arts students, and art students, are indeed not very good in math.

Seeing that his colleague was on the verge of resigning, Director Jiang finally couldn't stand it anymore, and walked over with a cup of hot tea in his hand. The little glasses were also students in his class. He stopped in front of the little glasses, Clearing his throat, he planned to teach him a few words.

But the boy looked up at him, and then spoke first: "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm a pig."

"..."

Director Jiang was taken aback, opened his mouth halfway, and forgot all the words he wanted to say.

It won't fix it for him.

Wen Miao listened to old Guotou's arrangement, thought all the way back to the classroom.

Class meeting again...

What can I say?

The mid-term results really affected the mentality of the students. The lively atmosphere in the classroom was swept away, and it was a little lifeless. Even before the time for evening self-study, the students in the class returned to the classroom early, like a wilting tree. Xiaobaicai, slumped on the seat, wrote the question.

Wen Miao stood on the podium and scanned down.

Everyone is here, no one is absent.

She picked up the blackboard eraser on the desk, and tapped it twice.

"Papa——" Two clear sounds suddenly sounded in the class, and the students below raised their heads following the sound.

Wen Miao put one hand on the lecture table, pinched the edge of the blackboard eraser with the fingertips of the other hand, and turned it habitually: "Old Guotou said that the midterm results were not satisfactory, let me explain to everyone A small class meeting."

Downstairs put down the pen one after another, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the podium with his chin in his hand.

Wen Miao looked down at the report card on the table, and said while looking at it: "I have roughly read the report card. The results in other subjects are all good, but the math is not ideal. But it doesn't matter, these are small things. Question, when you can get high scores in the test, then you will be able to get high scores."

The whole class: "..."

I don't know if it's their illusion, but I always feel that what the squad leader said sounds a bit like nonsense.

Wen Miao: "Your math papers haven't been handed out yet, but I just looked at them in the office just now. In fact, I think the math papers in our class are still very well done. Except for the wrong ones, everything is right."

The whole class: "..."

She seemed to say something, but didn't quite say it.

Wen Miao talked about the time for 5 minutes, then looked back at the clock hanging on the wall, and then slowly said the final concluding words: "Okay, don't be dejected, you know today What day is it?"

"Today is today! It's yesterday's tomorrow, and it's also tomorrow's yesterday. On such a happy day, don't be so depressed. Isn't it just an exam?"

"If you fail the exam this time, you will definitely pass it next time, unless you really can't."

The whole class: "..."

Well said, but don't say it next time.

Shen Jiayu exclaimed in amazement: "It took me 5 minutes to listen to your class meeting, and I realized that I wasted 5 precious minutes of my life. But whatever you say is useful, it's not useless at all."

Wen Miao: "..."

Is he imitating her speech?
He Yin cupped his fists in admiration: "Congratulations, Boss Shen, for mastering the essence of Master Cat literature."

Shen Jiayu added another sentence as if sighing softly: "The words you said are really one of the few nonsense I have ever seen."

Wen Miao: "..."

Thank you, each other.

(End of this chapter)