back to being a teacher

Chapter 371 Uneasy

Pulling Qi Dao in front of him, Fang Bai gently wiped Qi Dao's wound with iodine.

Although there was some pain, Qi Dao did not make a sound and stared at Teacher Fang closely.

It can be said that besides his family, Teacher Fang has become the most important person to him.

Feeling Teacher Fang's tenderness, Qi Dao's tears of disappointment surged out at this moment and could not stop flowing out.

"Ugh..."

Seeing Qi Dao crying in front of him, Fang Bai patted his head angrily: "What are you doing? What are you doing? You are so grown up and you are still crying..."

"Yes...I'm sorry...teacher..."

Qi Dao choked and wiped the corners of his eyes. It was okay if he didn't wipe it, but once he wiped it... he cried even harder.

Fang Bai rolled his eyes and quickly pulled a few pieces of paper for him.

Fortunately, no students were passing by. If word of this spread...

"Stories National Teachers and Students Have to Tell in the Office"

"In the teacher's office, the student cried and said sorry"

"The Secret of the Male Teacher and the Male Student"

……

However, Fang Bai did not force Qi Dao to calm down. Instead, he let him cry for a while. Human emotions were like this. It was better to vent for a while than to listen to any words of comfort.

After Qi Dao calmed down, Fang Bai said, "Has the painting been sold?"

Qi Dao nodded silently.

"How much did you sell for?"

Fang Bai then asked.

"Two... 20."

Qi Dao replied softly.

"Fuck, so many?"

Fang Bai couldn't help but exclaimed. He originally thought that this painting would be worth about ten or twenty thousand dollars. It would be good to have four or five thousand people. But there are actually 20 people?

Isn’t this more profitable than writing songs?
Those songs in the past life will eventually be copied one day, but the paintings will not...

Then Qi Dao took out a bank card from his pocket.

"Teacher, the money is all here..."

Qi Dao held the card in both hands, and held the card in front of Fang Bai.

"Forehead……"

Seeing Qi Dao's actions, Fang Bai's heart warmed slightly.

But he did not take the card from Qidao's hand, but asked calmly: "What are you doing for me?"

Listening to the teacher's slightly indifferent words, Qi Dao knelt on the ground again with a pop: "Yes... I'm sorry, teacher, I shouldn't have stolen the painting... I'm sorry..."

As he spoke, Qi Dao leaned down again. At this time, he only hoped to get Teacher Fang's forgiveness, and the only thing he could do was to kneel down and pray.

Apart from that, he couldn't think of anything else he could do...

Looking at Qi Dao kneeling on the ground, Fang Bai did not help him this time. He sat on his chair and leaned lazily on the backrest.

"20, aren't you tempted?"

Fang Bai asked softly: "I want to hear the truth, don't lie to the teacher."

Qi Dao's body trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath: "Heartbeat."

"Then why come back?"

Fang Bai continued to ask.

20, if this were me in the previous life, I might be tempted. After all, to fully count on 20, I would have to save for about three years...

For poor families like Qidao, they may not be able to save less than 20 in their lifetime.

"Because I feel uneasy!"

Qi Dao gritted his teeth and spoke out what was in his heart.

"Uneasy?"

Fang Bai repeated Qi Dao's words: "Will you feel uneasy if you hold 20?"

"Hmm..." Qi Dao responded.

"Get up!"

Fang Bai picked up the card from Qi Dao's hand and put it on the table.Qi Dao stood up from the ground cautiously, stood in front of Fang Bai cautiously, and asked in a low voice: "Teacher... that painting..."

"Can't you get the painting back?"

Fang Bai asked.

"Well..." Qi Dao hurriedly explained: "I went back to find that person and wanted to exchange the painting, but when I went up, the person was gone..."

Qi Dao was like a child who had done something wrong. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Fang Bai.

"Isn't the painting here?"

Fang Bai tapped the bank card on the table with his fingers and smiled.

Qi Dao was silent, he didn't understand what Fang Bai meant.

Fang Bai stood up and stretched, then patted Qi Dao on the shoulder: "The painting is not important, the money is not important... What is important is that you are back."

Qi Dao was stunned.

"Go back to class!"

Fang Bai gave Qi Dao a gentle push.

"it is good!"

Qi Dao nodded.

The moment he walked out of the office, everything seemed to be let go.

Looking at Qi Dao's back, Fang Bai smiled, and then put away the bank card on the table.

And with Qi Dao's return.

The senior class (6) seems to be back on track.

Everyone is studying hard, and the only thing left in the classroom is the sound of the pen sliding on the paper.

The college entrance examination seems to have become a nightmare for everyone in the classroom.

Of course, except for Huang Xiangyan, this little girl has been successfully admitted to Hunan University, but she seems a little dissatisfied. She wants to sprint towards Qingbei...

However, Fang Bai also received notification from the school about the art festival activities.

Senior high school students generally do not participate in activities like this, but if there are senior high school students who want to participate, the school will allow it.

Art Festival... Fang Bai probably can't escape.

He looked at Chen Yue and Zhang Jing in the class. These two little girls... Fang Bai touched his chin. At last year's New Year's Day party, they had already become famous for singing "Not Afraid, Not Afraid". This year... ...If I try harder, I might get out of the circle.

Since these two little girls want to take this road, then... they have to become famous as early as possible.

When the time comes to sign a contract or something, send it directly to Ledie Company...

Fang Bai was thinking about the future of some students in the class. There wasn't much he could do, but there was not much he could do. As a class teacher, Fang Bai always did his best for his students.

Wu Zi stayed for a few days and left the school.

He went to chase his dream.

Fang Bai also hopes that he can realize his dream.

These days, Fang Bai seems to be relaxing. He draws some cartoons, takes some classes, writes some songs, and teases his wife...

I originally thought that the day would almost pass like this.

But the peaceful days will definitely not last long. For example... I had filmed Fang Bai's wedding process before, and the Hunan TV station who had cooperated with him approached Fang Bai.

"What? Let me go to the New Year's Eve party?"

Fang Bai was a little dumbfounded.

The person in charge of the TV station smiled bitterly and nodded: "We have collected opinions from netizens in this province. Teacher Fang, you have more than 400 million votes, beating No. 2 by nearly 100 million!"

Fang Bai felt that his head was a little big: "This..."

"Teacher Fang, you can ask for anything you want. The death orders given by above, the New Year's Eve party or this year's Spring Festival Gala..." The person in charge directly laid out the choice.

"Must I choose one?" Fang Bai asked.

The person in charge was a little helpless: "Of course you can refuse, but since this task is in my hands, I have to find a way..."

"Whose order?"

Fang Bai wanted to ask clearly.

"Provincial Propaganda Department..." the person in charge whispered.

　Unexpectedly, I'm back again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)