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Chapter 10 Chapter 10

The art group is not very peaceful recently, and the group leader thinks that maybe it is a violation of the Tai Sui, or it is the year of birth, and life is really worrying.

When Mr. Shen’s table was better, it was a handful of dead grass, otherwise it was cicada shells and dead sparrows. At first, the teachers thought it was a prank by the students, but they found that Mr. Shen and his obsessive eyes were wandering back and forth on the pile of dead things.

"Mr. Shen, what are you doing?"

"The death of life is the freeze of time and the beginning of forgetting. It is our artistic mission to depict such a scene."

This kind of awareness is a bit too high. An old group leader who has taught for 30 years really couldn't understand, "Mr. Shen, you are not such a person."

"Xiao Jin taught me to expand my mind."

The school is a free, equal and open place. The old team leader pretended to understand, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he backed away with a wrinkled face.

However, today is really unbearable.Early in the morning, the little boy who came to the art group every day came excitedly again, holding a snake slough in his hand!The female teachers in the room screamed and ran wildly, the easels in the office were pushed down and scattered all over the place, and the high heels ran away and they didn't bother to pick them up. Want to resign!"

The team leader's scalp felt numb when he saw that thing, and tremblingly walked to Teacher Shen and added, "Mr. Shen, it is forbidden to bring irrelevant things into the office from now on!"

Teacher Shen looked at the snake slough calmly, "This is the material of art. I hope students can describe more things."

Students don’t need to create, can’t it be normal to draw dots, “It’s enough for us to teach children to draw apple jars!”

"But Xiao Jin said..."

Why does he, Teacher Yan, talk so much!If you don't stop the teachers in the art group, how can you fix it!

"I am the leader of the art group! I have the final say!" The group leader's wrinkled old hands slapped hard on the table, and he could only use the official to pressure others. After speaking, he took out two pieces of paper, trembled, and grabbed The thing ran out of the office.

"Principal, that's what happened." The team leader ran to the principal's office to complain.

Knowing that he couldn't laugh, the rigorous appeal is really amazing in the silent place, "There is nothing wrong with what Teacher Yan said."

The old group leader's lips trembled, this is not good, the art group is originally mostly female teachers, if they are all scared away, how can a school's class be pressured on his old bones?

"Principal, old man, I just had a grandson, can you give me a few more years of good life?"

Ming Zhiyan looked at the pitiful appearance of the old team leader, and thought that Dean He had probably come here in the same way for the past four years, and felt deeply sympathetic, "Then how do you want to deal with it?"

The poetry recitation contest has already registered 3 people for the experimental class since the announcement. Yesterday was supposed to be the deadline, and each class needs to submit a summary, but the rigorousness has not been submitted.

He was filling out the report form in the office when a student came in, Zhang Xuelin.

She opened her big almond eyes, and her short ear-length hair swayed gently with her steps. She stood in front of the desk with a small step, "Teacher."

"What's the matter?" Smiling rigorously, the little girl was full of energy, and her sparkling eyes clearly showed that I had a lot to say.

"Xiaohe also wants to participate, she likes poetry and so on."

He Xiaohe is a very introverted girl. She always sits quietly and listens to lectures, and does not raise her hand to answer questions, but her eyes are always focused on the teacher.Generally speaking, they are the most ordinary kind of students.

But when counting the number of participants at the class meeting that day, the silent He Xiaohe raised his arm carefully, but put it down only ten centimeters away from the table.Rigorous and did not hand in the form, he wanted to wait for her and take a brave step.

"Of course, she can come and talk to the teacher."

Zhang Xuelin nodded, and ran outside the office, Yan Jing could hear He Xiaohe outside.

"Xiaohe, go in quickly."

"Forget it, I just write and write casually, I can't do it with so many people."

Originally, Yan Jing only wanted to save this day for her. Hearing the two people's footsteps gradually going away, he looked at his watch and put it down. Let's wait another day.

"Mr. Yan, the principal told you to go to the office." The team leader just returned from the activity report and conveyed the principal's instructions.

Yan Jing jumped up, and while walking, he thought about what good things he did recently. He was doing his duty in class, and he went to the small pond after school to fish for crabs. He was also caught, and there was no surveillance around?

"Senior brother, are you looking for me?" He strode into the principal's office with a big stride, standing upright with his chin raised slightly.No matter what mistakes you make, you must first correct your attitude. There is no mistake that cannot be solved by standing in a military posture.

Knowing that Yan hadn't seen his junior brother for a few days since he was confessed, and reunited after a long absence, the corner of his mouth couldn't hide his emotion, "Guess the reason."

"I shouldn't have caught crabs privately and embezzled campus property."

Why is he having trouble with the little animals?Live or dead disturbed him.

"Your team leader just came to hand in the activity report, and your class hasn't handed in the form yet."

He patted his small chest rigorously, "That's all."

"The number of people is not sure, how do we decide whether to arrange the preliminary selection?" Although the language team leader said that as long as the experimental class does not exceed ten people, it will be fine, but he knows that if he wants to whip the juniors, he must seize every possible opportunity and do it all the time. Hang the sword of Damocles over his head.

"I have a legitimate reason, senior brother." The seriousness distorted his posture, his military posture stopped standing, and his voice was soft, and the voice of senior brother was a bit coquettish, knowing that Yan's mind suddenly became chaotic, as if being whisked away. When the strings are passed, the sound dissipates, but the vibration still continues.

Yan Jing pulled over the chair, crossed his legs, his knees under the table swayed and touched Ming Zhiyan's legs from time to time, the thick jeans rubbed against the thin suit pants, he could only concentrate half of his mind on listening to Yan Jing's speech, and the other half was on the table. lower body.

"Senior brother, what are you thinking?" Yan Jin felt that the senior brother was not in the mood for work today, he used to be focused, why is his eyes a little ethereal today?

Knowing that the words were distracted, thinking became slow. In fact, as long as I retract my legs a little bit, I won’t lose my posture, but my body seems to be bewitched, and the slight sound of the cloth rubbing seems to be heard. Thin turmoil nerves.

"I was thinking about what you said." He took his breath away and returned to the topic, "Preciseness, have you ever thought that building self-confidence on your own initiative may be the strongest, but it's not a bad thing if someone pushes you, just like a toddler, There's no shame in using a walker."

He Xiaohe couldn't take this step by herself, and she couldn't do it with the encouragement of her friends. She might have the possibility of building self-confidence when she stretched out her hand rigorously as an elder.Yan Jing felt that he knew what Yan said was right, but he expected too much and wanted a child who couldn't walk to run.

"Senior brother really deserves to be the unsurpassed legend of the National Normal University." Yan Jing put his hands on the table, grinning his white teeth, and knew that he wanted to pinch the bulging cheeks.

"Don't flatter me, the art team is here to sue you." Principal Ming's concentration was superb, and he was not fooled by this charming smiling face.

He boasted sincerely, only after getting along for a long time did he realize that his senior was considerate and considerate in dealing with problems, he was not rigid but prudent.Speaking of the art group office and the language group are separated by two floors, even if I am hopping around in the office for nothing, it should be the math group downstairs who comes to complain?

The hands supporting his head rigorously scratched his chin, and shook his head, "Impossible, I have never been to the art group."

"It's because you taught Mr. Shen badly."

These people are just jealous of whether Shen Jiang plays with himself or not with them!

"This is slander, and I helped Lao Shen find artistic inspiration!"

Look at his resentful look, he really looks like he has been wronged by someone, and he smiles knowingly, "It's your inspiration that is complaining."

He paused, swallowed the words on the edge of his mouth, and then said, "The art team proposed that you and Teacher Shen live separately, and you will move to my apartment tomorrow."

Yan Jing could no longer support his head with his hands, he rested his whole head on the table, his face stretched, the disappointment made Ming Zhiyan's heart sink, and his behavior was out of control.He reached out, pinched Yan Jing's soft cheeks, lifted them up, and forced a smile on his face.

"So unhappy?"

It's not that he doesn't like it, Shen Jiang has less class and more time, and he can play with him, Yan Jing likes to live with Shen Jiang, if it's a senior brother, wouldn't it be possible to play alone in the future?

Yan Jing's face was pinched, and his speech was a little vague, "No, I'm about the same age as Lao Shen, and I can play well..."

"Move tomorrow." Ming Zhiyan squeezed his hands again, what is the similarity, Mr. Shen is obviously two years older than himself, so you and I are more compatible?

He didn't give Yan Jing a chance to say more, and drove him out of the office, "Submit the registration form as soon as possible."

Back in class rigorously, he called out He Xiaohe.He Xiaohe lowered his head and followed Yan Jing to the office.

"I heard that you like to write poems very much. Would you like to participate in the poetry recitation?" The child was so shy that he didn't dare to look at others when he spoke, and he carefully put his tone as gentle as possible.

"I……"

He Xiaohe's voice is as thin as a mosquito, she has always been like this, her weak voice is the embodiment of her inferiority complex.In this private middle school, the experimental class lives under ordinary strong light. In the experimental class, He Xiaohe is still shrouded in the light of his classmates.

Her family background made it difficult for her to interact with people confidently when she was growing up.In a single-parent family, her mother raised her by collecting waste products. She would not go out with her classmates, and she would avoid dinner parties. Life at home was tense and there was really no spare money.

When she was very young, a classmate once invited her to a birthday party. She made a flower basket out of plastic bottles as a birthday present. The children who came with them all brought beautifully packaged handicrafts. When she handed over the flower basket, some children laughed unreservedly. The sound made her cheeks burn, and she excused herself to go home before it was time to eat cake.

My mother also wakes up early and stays late every day, so she has to squeeze in time for meals.He Xiaohe loves to write poems. When he finished writing, he always pestered his mother to read. After hearing a few words, his mother patted her on the head and told her to do her homework quickly, while she sorted out the waste by herself.Later, after she finished writing, she would always think twice, whether there was something wrong, and she had no desire to let people listen to it.

"Teacher, I just write nonsense, so I can't participate in the competition."

The most difficult part of building self-confidence is not the process of establishing it, but the beginning.Because it requires not only courage, but also self-confidence at the beginning, which seems to be an endless loop, so it is very important to know the help of external forces.

"Xiaohe, look at the trees downstairs, some are straight, some are stretched sideways, they have to be exposed to people before they are evaluated, right? Besides, everyone's evaluation of crooked neck trees is not the same, The voice of the comment is only the attitude of the commenter, and he will not affect the growth of the tree. Of all these, the most important thing is that the tree will feel happy how it grows."

The best thing about being young is to be yourself at no cost.

"Xiaohe, as long as you want to participate, at least the teacher is still your audience. I want to hear you read your own poems."

He Xiaohe looked at the rigorous and clear smile, and was affirmed for the first time in her life, with a girlish light in her eyes, "Well, I want to participate."

When He Ming heard the news from Shen Jiang that Yan Jing was going to move out, he was overjoyed and exasperated, and then he started to be mean again and called Principal Ming.

"Yanyan, I still can't help but start."

"It's a request from the art team." Knowingly speaking calmly, but only he knows that the art team leader originally proposed to give up the apartment he lived in before to Shen Jiang. The old man lived in a single-family apartment before, and his grandson was born After that, he moved in with his son, and the teacher's apartment was vacant.

He Ming's brain can't turn when he's studying, but he can't turn it fast on weekdays, "Can't you arrange an empty room for him?"

Ming Zhiyan cleared his throat, took a sip of tea, "I'll hang up if there's nothing else to do."

After finally catching the opportunity, He Ming couldn't easily let it go, "Yes, yes!" He paused, and said with a wretched smile, "Brother, help you send a box of lubricant, what brand do you like? Hey, hello! Hello!"

Knowing that he hung up the phone and cut off the laughter, but his mind was also taken away, maybe he should really be prepared?

The author has something to say:

another beautiful day!My little angels are still high school kids.

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The monogram of Xiuwen, the rest are fake changes~