put wildness in his heart

Chapter 52 The Mysterious School
"Mr. Yan, calm down." The old Guotou who was standing in front of the window sill watering the flowers comforted her, "If the homework cannot be urged, I will hand it over to the class representative, and if the class representative fails to come up, let the monitor do it. It can always be rushed."

"I don't want to urge you either, but neither the class representative nor the class monitor can urge me. Can you lend me Wen Miao from your class?" Teacher Yan's eyes were already red from crying, and she said sadly, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Huh, the monitor of our class has fainted from anger and is still lying in the infirmary."

Old Guotou: "..."

This doesn't seem to work well. The friendship of colleagues is friendship, but the monitor of this class will never let it out.

At this time, the director of the grade department came over with a cup of freshly brewed tea, took a deep look at her with extremely Buddhist eyes, and then sighed faintly: "Mr. Yan, you are still too young. Teachers are like that."

Director Jiang put the cup of fire-fighting green tea in Mrs. Yan's hand: "We all came from your stage. When we first entered the workplace, we were full of all beings. Destined person'."

Director Jiang said unhurriedly: "After two years, the mentality changed again, and it became 'I am not a fool', and after that, in the fifth year, you will find that 'everything has a destiny', until After many years, I just realized that 'everything is hard to cross'."

Teacher Yan nodded in agreement with tears in her eyes: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's really hard to get through. It's so hard to get through. They don't want me to get through at all."

"It's okay, if you don't cross it, don't cross it. When you reach my age, you will understand that I want to cross him to become a Buddha, but he treats me like a demon." Director Jiang looked very openly, stood up with his hands behind his back, and It was an exclamation, "Teacher Yan, look away."

Shen Jiayu: "..."

Shen Jiayu looked sideways at Wen Miao silently.

This is what you said teachers love their work very much?

Wen Miao directly ignored his gaze, waved her hand nonchalantly, and said inappropriately: "The teachers in our school are like this. They have a good attitude and are naturally optimistic. You will get used to it after staying for a long time."

"..."

Shen Jiayu suspected that she couldn't tell the difference between "naturally optimistic" and "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water".

There is no class on the first day of the new semester. After roll call and registration in the morning, the class committees of each class began to organize the students to clean up in an orderly manner. When Wen Miao led the people back with the textbooks, the class was already under the call of the labor committee member. The cleaning work started.

The school does have a special logistics department, which is responsible for the sanitation inside and outside the teaching building. There is not much for the students to worry about. The first sweep of the school is more about the students starting to devote themselves to learning in the name of cleaning. The previous self-release.

From a distance of more than ten meters, Shen Jiayu heard ghost cries and howls from the classroom:
"I'm not fragile, not to mention what kind of injury is that, isn't that what it's like in school anyway?! I didn't lie, why should I lie, you know me, so what if you don't want to go to school?!"

"..."

When I got closer, I saw that there were demons dancing in the class, and a hundred ghosts were walking at night.

Someone is holding a broom, treating it like a guitar, looking like an epileptic, sweeping the non-existent strings frantically, and automatically dubbing the guitar with his mouth.

Someone was holding a mop and using it as a standing microphone, singing his own song of youth at the top of his lungs.

(End of this chapter)