tenth year of teaching

Chapter 170 Boycott
Chu Xia hung up the phone, feeling so angry that her head hurt.

"Teacher Chu, what kind of rates and bonuses do you want to earn? Don't drag our girl into the water."

"Teacher Chu, my Li Yuan is stupid and listens to whatever others say. Don't tell my daughter anything about being an art student again."

"Teacher Chu, neither her father nor I agree with her studying art. No one can say that."

"Teacher Chu, no matter what your school says, we will not agree. Even if she dies, she will die in school. We accept whatever the final test is, and she can go to college even if she can't go to university."

"Teacher Chu, if we know that anyone talks to my daughter about being an art student again, we will file a complaint with the Education Committee and sue you all to see who is afraid of whom."

Chu Xia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and tried to explain: "Mother Li Yuan, the grade was only advertised once, and none of the teachers in the class asked your daughter about it. She came to me for consultation voluntarily."

"I don't care, my daughter just can't learn this. If you say one more thing, I will file a complaint immediately." The soprano on the other end of the phone sounded hoarse.

Chu Xia became impatient and hung up the phone.

Shocked to the point that other colleagues in the office looked up to see what was going on, Chu Xia smiled awkwardly and went out to find Li Yuan.

"Teacher, I didn't say that the teacher found him. I volunteered. I just like it better. Besides, my grades are not ideal. I want to choose multiple paths." Li Yuan lowered her head and said.

"Explain clearly to your parents that these things have nothing to do with the teacher. We are not forcing you to choose an art student." Chu Xia tried her best to suppress her anger.

"Okay, teacher."

After Li Yuan left, Chu Xia watched the video on her mobile phone again and recorded all the conversations and faces.She sent a text message to Li Yuanyuan's mother, "Hello, I have talked with your daughter. All choices are of her own free will. A video of the conversation has been recorded. If you have time, you can come to the school to see it and ask all teachers for confirmation." Pressed the send button and put the phone back in his pocket.Chu Xia sighed, as the years went by, the awareness of self-preservation became stronger, and many things could no longer be completely viewed from a student's perspective.

Who is to blame?Blame the parents?They are just afraid that their children will take detours. Who really doesn't care about their children?Blame the current system?I went to university under such a system.It’s strange to blame the current environment. Zhang once said at a school conference, “Safety is 1, and other grades, awards, courses... are all 0 at the end. Without that 1, no matter how well you do everything else, it’s still 0. So we must pay attention to the campus. Safety, student safety, safety first, quality first.”

Every time I heard these words in Chu Xia, I felt like I was experiencing it. Because of safety, I didn’t dare to overly criticize students.Because of safety, I don’t dare to do too many activities.Because of safety, I didn't dare to do things from the perspective of students, and I started to do many things timidly. I had no choice but to at least keep my job. Everyone has to work to eat.

Who would have thought that at 9:30 on Friday evening, when Chu Xia was preparing to take a break, the phone would ring crazily.In early summer, when I saw it was an unfamiliar number, I dialed the number directly.But the call came back after a while. After three or four times, Chu Xia thought there was something urgent and picked up the call.

"Teacher Chu, come to my house right away. My daughter is going to jump off the building. If she dies, you all have to support her." The soprano shouted hoarsely.

Chu Xia was so shocked that she almost went deaf. She didn't dare to delay any longer, so she quickly put on her clothes and pressed the address mentioned on the phone, took a taxi and ran over like crazy.

Li Yuan's house is located in a village on the eastern outskirts of the city. It has been demolished and moved upstairs, and the two-bedroom apartment on the second floor has been relocated.When Chu Xia came in, Li Yuan was sitting on the floor tiles in front of the window, smoking and crying. Dad Li was smoking on the sofa, saying nothing.Mother Li grabbed one of her daughter's arms and scolded her while crying.

"How can I live if you die? We are just a daughter, do you want to make your parents angry to death?"

Chu Xia was speechless, walked in and squatted next to Li Yuan, pulling her: "Sit back first, talk about what you have to say, don't always seek death and life."

Li Yuan was shocked, looked up at Chu Xia with some guilt, stood up with her hands on the ground, and sat on a small stool next to the coffee table.

Mother Li followed and sat next to her daughter, for fear that she would do something stupid again.

When Chu Xia saw that her parents didn't take the initiative to speak, she stood up and took a look outside the window, which was less than two meters high. There was a bush about one meter high below the window.Suddenly I thought with schadenfreude: "Even if I fall, I will only sprain my ankle."

She took it upon herself to sit on the single sofa near the door, staying as far away from the mother and daughter as possible.No one spoke, Chu Xia was also silent.

Or was it Mother Li who couldn't hold on anymore and said bitterly: "Teacher Chu, I called you here today because I want you to see how the children have been bewitched?"

The silence of early summer is as golden as gold.

"She insists on learning to paint, but we don't agree. She's very anxious today. If she says we don't agree, she will jump off the building."

Chu Xia continued to watch.

"This is the only child in our family. If she is gone, we really won't be able to live." After saying that, Mother Li slid from the chair to the ground, clapped her hands on the ground and cried loudly, crying and wailing: "These days are really hard. There is no way to survive.”

Chu Xia listened quietly.

"Stop howling." Seeing that Chu Xia had been silent, Father Li got angry and shouted directly, which startled Mother Li. He wiped the dry corners of his eyes and slid back on the stool.

"Teacher Chu, you have also seen that this is the situation now. What do you think of how to solve it?" Father Li forced Chu Xia to speak.

Chu Xia stared at Li Yuan and asked, "What did you tell your parents? I don't know and I don't want to know. But I'll ask you now. Is this art major you want to study or is one of our teachers forcing you?" ?”

Li Yuan lowered her head and said nothing. Li's mother twisted her arm and said, "Speak, you are right."

Chu Xia took out her mobile phone, clicked on the previously recorded video, and turned the sound to the maximum.Father Li and Mother Li didn't speak after reading it, and Chu Xia continued to ask: "Li Yuan, are these your original words? I just want to ask, did we just do a publicity for all students at the grade meeting? After that, we only talk about who Who do you want to consult with alone?”

Li Yuan nodded, and Li's mother was in a hurry: "Teacher, that's not what you said. Then my family, Li Yuan, must study hard. No matter who promotes it in your school, it is the responsibility. Why should I tell my daughter these things? We ask Is this all? Why don’t you teach the class well, why are you talking about this mess?”

Chu Xia waited for Li's mother to finish speaking, then stood up: "It is our duty to publicize to all students about the college entrance examination options and related policies. But our school has never forced students to make any choices that their parents disagree with. I am now I just want to make a formal promise to you, your wife, and Li Yuan. Li Yuan, no matter what I say, as long as her parents don’t agree, I will never allow her to study art."

Mother Li's expression became more relaxed: "How can I trust you?"

Chu Xia continued: "Also, we will divide art students into a separate class in the third year of high school. Basically, they will be taught by the lesson preparation team leader and those with the best grades. Let me tell you now, no one is allowed to enter the art class. Even if your parents agree in the future, I will never allow her to study art, let alone enter an art class. I will definitely keep my word and will report to the grade director, academic director, and principal when I get back. Are you satisfied now?"

(End of this chapter)