tenth year of teaching

Chapter 199
In early summer, I taught Class 4, and in the first year of high school, I was taught by Zhao Hongyu, a relatively famous old mathematics teacher.

Zhao Hongyu, male, 45, is a senior teacher hired from Hebei Province.Unlike other senior teachers from outside, he likes to be a class teacher and gets close to students.Being a class teacher or teaching can gain the love of students and get along well with each other, but the only problem is that there is a big difference in grades, whether it is class or subject grades.

In Chu Xia, I often think that it is really difficult to get recognition from students and achieve excellent results, except for doing things behind the scenes.

According to the convention, in addition to liberal arts and science, students from the first year of high school to the second year of high school are also divided into AB classes.In any case, my scores in the previous college entrance examination in early summer were pretty good, so it was logical to take over Class A.As a result, the new principal took office and demanded that all classes be divided into parallel classes, which suddenly brought her back to square one.Chu Xia felt a little knotty in her heart, as if all her efforts in the past few years were in vain.

When a new official takes office, no matter how many achievements you have made before, it is not for me. I need you to start over now. I need to see your new achievements.Chu Xia thinks so, and many people think so too, so no matter how good your previous results are.Sorry, please start again.

Before entering the class, I had learned about the specific situation from the previous teacher and head teacher.The overall quality of students in this class is average, and Class 4 is particularly weak, with one of the most typical troublemakers.Wang Mingxin, a physical education student in his first year of high school, skipped the last two classes every afternoon on the pretext of practicing physical education.As a result, many subjects failed.Furthermore, after practicing, I often have dinner outside the school, and almost no one is seen during the first period of evening self-study.

When teacher Li Yang, a new history graduate, talked about this student, he looked disdainful: "Do you know what he said to me in class?"

Chu Xia expressed doubts and cursed?contradict?what else?
"He said my dick is really big. Teacher, would you like to take it out and show it to you?"

Chu Xia had a completely lost expression on her face, Oh my god! "Students nowadays can be so shameless! Don't you know, he still said something even more outrageous than this, which is very disgusting. Especially for young women. Teacher, do you know Liu Ying, who teaches English to her class in the first year of high school? He’s quite good-looking. He acts like a gangster in class, grabbing the teacher’s hand and not letting go, saying he’s giving her a palm reading.”

Chu Xia can't stand it anymore. What's going on?Are there still such students today?
"You know? He only practices sports? He says he goes to train every day, but he doesn't practice at all. He either stays on the sidelines or goes to the gym to play. Their coach is a woman and they can't control him at all. You might as well talk to his parents. If you say stop practicing, you are a scumbag." Li Yang gritted his teeth hard.

Chu Xia frowned and started to have a headache, hey, every session will encounter new problems.

"By the way, your class self-study will not stop as long as he is here. Many classmates have objections to him, but it doesn't work. Girls just act like gangsters, and boys just grab their collars and fight. Basically no one wants to If you ignore him, he will make trouble in the class every day. Old Zhao will coax him and stop making trouble."

On the first day of school, Chu Xia really saw Wang Mingxin's 'uniqueness'.

Among the 54 students, it was easy to recognize him at a glance.Because there is only one boy sitting crookedly, looking at the teacher sideways, as if he is sizing him up, more like examining your bottom line.

Seeing that Chu Xia ignored him, he raised Erlang's legs, stretched his waist, and gave a big hutch.The classmates in the class have become accustomed to his situation and are basically not surprised.Chu Xia remained calm and just did what he was doing, letting the students introduce them one by one while arranging the things at hand.

When it was his turn, he didn't even stand up.Say directly: "Teacher, how old are you?"

"bigger than you."

"How much bigger is it?"

"It's basically no problem to be your mother." Chu Xia was expressionless.

"My mother is already forty, doesn't it look like you?" Wang Mingxin continued to talk poorly.

"Well, almost."

"Are you forty? You look very young."

"Well, forty."

"Oh."

"Next."

Wang Mingxin glanced at the young-looking head teacher with amusement, and thought to himself, "You are quite confident. Are you not angry about this?"Interesting and fun. '

He continued to squint at the head teacher, raising the corners of his mouth slightly and smiling evilly.Wang Mingyu is about 1.7 meters tall, thin, with dark complexion and oily strands of hair.School uniforms are often dark and look a bit sloppy.However, if you look carefully, you can see the sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, minus the greasiness, and the facial features are still pretty.

Chu Xia read his information, divorced and remarried family, biological mother and stepfather.My mother works as a farmer at home, and my father drives a rental business.In an ordinary rural family in a mountainous area, the education level of the parents is not too high, and it is marked as a junior high school graduate.

What did she think was the crux of this student's problem?How on earth can we find his pulse?Wang Mingxin thought, how can he make this new head teacher crazy?Making teachers mad has become one of his most interesting pursuits in the past 17 years.Of course, Lao Zhao is an exception, because that person is not a teacher at all, but a buddy.

In the first week of school, Wang Mingxin fell asleep in class as usual, screamed during self-study, and made trouble during recess.Just when Chu Xia was thinking that at least the class could go on, it didn't seem so exaggerated.Wang Mingyu smiled and started.

In chemistry class, when Chu Xia opened the door, she stepped on something and made a grunt.She saw that the soles of her shoes were covered with yellow sticky stuff. She raised her feet and took a closer look.

"Where's the student on duty? Bring me the mop."

She took out the cloth, rubbed her feet first, then rolled it up casually, and asked the students to take it to the bathroom to rinse.The girls in the class had begun to retching, and the classroom was silent. Only Wang Mingxin looked at her provocatively.

"It's not shit, there's nothing disgusting about it." Chu Xia said, "Whoever did it, if it's a man, just stand up and admit it."

No one said anything in the audience, Chu Xia glanced around.

"You dare to do something, but you still don't admit it? Could it be that you're not a man?" Chu Xia smiled contemptuously.

"Me." Wang Mingxin raised his hand, "I accidentally dropped the persimmon I brought with me this morning."

"Okay, let's go to class first." Chu Xia turned around and started writing on the blackboard.

Wang Mingxin was a little surprised. Is this the end?He was happier, a little more interesting, and the challenge index increased.This concentration seems to be stronger than before.What else are you thinking about?How about playing a big one?
Wang Mingxin was pondering, and Chu Xia was also pondering, what to do?It's definitely not possible to try to get people to obey the regulations.Such a student must have been a bully for many years, and no one before him could control him, let alone himself.It's not that I don't care, and it's impossible to feel. After several encounters, this student is not easily influenced.Almost no weaknesses are exposed, how can it be possible to influence if you can't grasp the key points?

This seems to be a hedgehog covered in thorns with nowhere to start.

(End of this chapter)