Fang Jie found Yu Yanmei, Yu Yanmei didn't even look at her, her mouth was tight, her eyebrows were raised higher than the tips of her hair, and she hummed a few words in her nose: "Is there something wrong?"

"Isn't this a quick birth, please take care of the principal, don't let me be the head teacher, let me teach the sub-subject, right?" Fang Jie said pleadingly.

"You have the final say, what do you want me to do as the principal?"

"Isn't this looking for you, you see that if I take maternity leave, I will delay the children!"

"Now the teacher is very nervous and can't vacate it, it's not that he won't transfer you. Yu Yanmei's tone was slightly gentle, but there was no room for negotiation.

"Think of a way, Headmaster!"

"There's a way to do it early. The corners of Principal Yu's mouth twitched slightly, he liked the teacher to call him the principal the most, without that sub-word, the afterglow of his eyes fell on her face.

"Then don't bother you, the headmaster is gone!"

"Wait a minute!" Yu Yanmei coughed lightly and said, "The relationship between teachers and students is the quality of teaching, and we should pay attention to the relationship with poor students." ”

"Yes...... It's ......"

"Some parents reported to the bureau, saying that the discipline in your class is chaotic, and if I don't do it, the Education Bureau will investigate. ”

"Good work, Headmaster!" Fang Jie straightened up, nodded and said.

Fang Jie can be said to have escaped from the principal's office, and when she came home, she cried at her husband, who was lying on the sofa angrily: "It's really troublesome, don't worry about it, I'll find someone!"

Her husband bought a few yuan shopping cards in the Yuecheng commercial building and gave them to Yu Yanmei, and Principal Yu politely accepted them.

The next day, Yu Yanmei saw Fang Jie, and her small eyes narrowed: "It's been a few months, and my daughter is still a brat." Don't get tired, it's time to rest!"

The English teacher was also really angry, so angry that she looked for Principal Yu several times during the vacation, and Principal Yu smiled and transferred her to Bi Geye's class after the school started.

I haven't seen Fang Jie since the start of school, and I told Su Ya about it with a smile: "Fang Jie is so good, he jumped out of the fire pit!"

Su Ya blamed him and said: "Look at it, look at it, let you look for you if you don't look for it, people will take maternity leave in seven and a half months!"

Dear readers, you may think that their nicknames are ironic, but they can't go against reality, today's students, all kinds of nicknames are called.

You may think that the above story is exaggerated, but the truth is that school is not a paradise of peace, the senior students are the king, the younger students are bullying, the lower grades are anti-bullying, and then the king, month after month, year after year, Yang Yuelong is a typical representative of this vicious circle.

Sometimes it feels like boarding school teachers are a bit like police officers and a bit like babysitters, both to prevent bad behavior from happening and to keep them safe.

When the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, if we meet reasonable parents and cooperate with us, students' grades will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

If they encounter Ge Yang-like parents, teachers will face the disaster of war, and they will not only suffer mental destruction, but also enjoy the price of their souls physically.

Some parents do not pay attention to their children's studies at all, do not want them to be admitted to university, and only hope that they will mix until they reach adulthood, marry a wife and have children, and end their parenting tasks as soon as possible.

Teachers are not as good as processing parts, as long as you pay carefully, you will be able to produce high-quality products.

Teaching is the process of teaching and learning, and if you teach him not to learn and force him to learn, it is a pain for the scholar and even more so for the teacher.

Yang Yuelong, a student who makes the teacher feel worried.

Whether he cares or not, has been placed in front of Mr. Wenren, no matter what, turn a blind eye and calm things down, such a connivance will make him more unscrupulous, do whatever he wants, and go to the extreme.

His celebrity effect, the mutual effect between students, the second and third classes of junior high school will be "the world in chaos", and in less than half a year, there will be an uncontrollable situation.

Anyway, how easy is it to bring unruly students like Yang Yuelong back to the right path?

It is a contest between soul and soul, which means that the teacher's job is to discover, correct, and discard their vices.

Smoking, drinking, surfing the Internet, falling in love, these behaviors that parents sit idly by, can they recognize that this is a vice?

To do or not to do, this is a contradiction in itself, not to mention the excessive doting of some parents, a little bit is not very good, it will invite the disaster of war, and people fall into deep thought.

That night, he had stayed awake all night, lying quietly, the faint light of the street lamp slanting in, forming a large cross on the dark roof.

Sleepiness was already in his mind, but the sleepman could not retract his consciousness, and he closed his eyes vigorously, and found that his eyelids were particularly tired.

The sound of his breathing was particularly loud, the second hand clattering, and the roar of the car swept across the sky like a ghost's cry, making him feel restless.

Covered with a blanket, it looks very hot, and it feels very cold when you kick it away.

A foul breath rushed into his nose, and he wanted to sneeze, but he choked back. Lying on your back, you feel all the strength of your body being exerted on the back of your head, and you lie on your side without a place to put your arms.

He felt a special itch in his feet, rubbed hard, and felt a special pain.

Gradually, he felt asleep, but his mind was very clear, and the furnishings in the room flashed clearly in his mind.

At this time, the door suddenly opened, Yang Yuelong came in, stood in front of the bed, suddenly covered his head, he desperately opened his eyes, and did not have the strength to open the window of his heart; he shouted desperately, but he did not have the strength to open the door of wisdom.

The sky fell, the ground fell, the house was tilting, the bed was tilting, his body was tilting with it, he desperately grabbed the head of the bed, to no avail, and finally fell into the depths of space.

There was no edge, no end, a dark patch, which made him feel infinite fear and loneliness.

He waved his arms, and an infinite force grabbed his hands, and he woke up with laughter under the push of his wife.

"Yang Yuelong has become my heart disease, and if they can't manage it, they won't be able to manage the third shift. ”

Standing in front of the window, looking at the empty and dark campus, the lights in the teaching building are on, sending a faint light to the earth.

At five o'clock, Teacher Wenren didn't dare to sleep anymore, for fear of missing today's morning reading, put on his clothes, and quietly walked into the teaching building.

When I arrived at the office, I turned on the light, looked at the mountain of homework, sighed, picked up the pen, and carefully reviewed it.

Literature is like character, and homework is the same, good is naturally good, and poor is naturally poor.

Willow catkins, surnamed willow name catkins, what a nice name. The thin body was as light as a wicker.

A typical melon seed face, between the eyebrows faintly shrouded in a trace of sorrow, like wrinkled but not wrinkled, such as a light smoke;

There are not many words, and they are also very playful. The whole thing feels light.

Willow catkins diary, four words light and vigorous!

Looking at the diary of the catkins, thinking back to the events of the past few days, I thought of the catkins again, and I couldn't help but want to laugh.

Ming Yuchan, Wen Tianhao, Guo Yuxia, Mei Jie, etc., their homework Wenzong is like a murmuring water, and the handwriting is like a jewel-like star.

Let you be pleasing to the eye, the more you look at it, the more you love it, and the more you look at it, the more you see hope.

Yang Jiaxiashuang, Qiao Liang, etc., their homework is either not handed in, or scribbled like a spider web in the corner.

The more you look at it, the more sad it becomes, and the more you look at it, the more you feel that you are appreciating the oracle bone inscriptions of the 21st century.

"Shuangxiaodong, read your essay again. He stood there silently for a long time, and he didn't know a word.

"I don't know my own words, are you sad?" Mr. Wenren thought of the strange thing that happened yesterday.

This is exactly: who understands Mo Dao's worries, how many places in the world are the same?

Note 1, Yang Yuelong became a teacher's heart disease.

2. The ending poem is selected from Xie Yi's "Wuling Chun" in the Northern Song Dynasty