Tulip Private High School used to be famous in Zhonghai City for its perfect facilities, enlightened system, and advanced concepts, but in recent years, it has been going downhill. It's not for any other reason, but because after the school gradually became famous, leaders from all walks of life tried their best to stuff their children into it, these people were mixed, many of them were children of official eunuchs, and even the school management could not afford to offend, they behaved nonsense on campus, regarded school discipline and school rules as nothing, and the school was naturally getting worse and worse, and even many teachers could not stand the bullying of students and resigned one after another.

The next day, September 17, it was still an extremely hot morning in the southern city, and Liao Xuebing got up with great interest.

"The term soul engineer is simply tailor-made for me, so apt. My old Liao is also a college graduate, and when I apply for a position as a teacher in a high school, I can't get my hands on it? Children, my uncle has come to teach you. He thought happily: "It is my duty to save the runaway teenagers, and it is my duty to teach and educate people." The job seems interesting, standing on the podium to give lectures, grading homework after class, that's all, maybe I can do it for a long time. ”

The stubble on the chin is shaved clean, the hair is combed neatly, the clothes are neat, and a pair of black-framed low-myopia glasses are put on, and I look at myself in the mirror, which is really a bit gentle and elegant.

His car's battery was worn and the power was only slightly faster than a real bike, and it took him nearly an hour to reach Tulip High School on Round Lake Road. In front of the gate is an open field, with few vehicles and pedestrians, and a distance of about four or five hundred meters from the nearest road, which is enough to ensure the traffic safety of students. Rows of plane trees are planted on both sides of the open field, and it is September, when the summer wind blows a little, rolling up a few dead leaves, and a street lamp shaped like an 18th-century oil lamp is installed every 30 meters, forming a boulevard of special interest.

The access roads outside the school alone are so attractively designed that working in such an environment must be very pleasant.

Occasionally, there are one or two girls wearing short black skirts and white sailor suits passing through, Liao Xuebing couldn't help but whistle, almost forgetting the most important content, pure and lovely female high school students are the most desirable.

Those girls with long hair in shawls, or braids, no grease powder on their faces, white skin and red skin, white cotton socks and sneakers, and small satchels printed with cartoon patterns are really indescribably youthful and gratifying.

"Even if you can't be a teacher, you can become a school worker, and I admit it. It seems that this time the choice was the right one. Lao Liao drove the car to a girl, gently pushed his glasses, and asked seriously: "Little sister, this is Tulip High School, right?"

The girl stopped and looked at him coldly: "Yes." ”

"Then you should be a student at school, right?"

"Hmm. Uncle, don't you think your way of accosting you is outdated?" the girl ignored him and turned her head and walked away.

"I, I'm only twenty-eight years old, am I old? Hey, the little kids are too unkind now, aren't they? He felt sorry for himself for a while before he walked to the school gate. Suddenly, his heart sprouted the youthful nostalgia that had been hidden for many years, the small handkerchief that the girl in the next class gave him thirteen years ago, the love letter he had secretly written, and the small note handed to the lesbian table in class, how childish and ridiculous it was at the time, but now it is full of bitter sadness and nostalgia for the past years.

"I must be a teacher!" he looked back at the boulevard, "Goodbye, my gangster career!"

The gate is made of marble-covered cement pillars welded with iron gates, and the style is very simple, which is more pragmatic than the luxurious gates of other schools. The marble is engraved with a very solid book: Zhonghai Tulip Middle School. The underside is also decorated with patterns of seedlings growing and pigeons flying, which is vivid and interesting.

There was a notice posted next to it, but half of it had been torn off by the students with itchy hands, and the remaining part could be vaguely identified as a job posting, with the words "If you are interested, please come to the principal's office for an interview." ”

After settling down, he strode in, and a human head poked out of the guard's room, an old man with gray hair, took off his reading glasses and looked at Liao Xuebing and said, "The school stipulates that children are not allowed to pick up children until the weekend vacation." Alas, really, you parents are so doting on their children, are they all high school students, do you need to pick them up? The school security measures are in place, so don't mess with that heart! Go back quickly. ”

Liao Xuebing smiled awkwardly: "Uncle, I just graduated from college, where did I get such a big child, I came to apply for a teacher." ”

"Yes, the college students are really mature now," the old man said suspiciously, "Then you can come and register your identity." ”

"Uncle, your reading glasses are too low, it's time to change them. Liao Xuebing wrote down his name and address and said, "Uncle, if nothing else, we will be colleagues tomorrow." ”

The old man looked at him with pity: "Teaching is a difficult and challenging job, especially in this school, it requires great willpower, I don't know if you can stand it." ”

"I've always been looking for stability and serenity, but I also like to take on challenges once in a while. It is my lifelong dream to teach students how to behave and behave. ”

"Cars are not allowed in the school, so you leave your car in the makeshift parking over there. ”

To be honest, he only came up with the idea of becoming a teacher last night, because it was just an easy and stable job for him, which could relieve his inexplicable psychological pressure and fill the emptiness in his heart.

When you enter the school gate, you will see a straight road, just like before, planted with sycamores more than ten meters high, and the golden canopy of trees covering half the sky. Walking in the shade of the trees, the breeze is refreshing and refreshing. On both sides is a wide playground, on the left is a football field, the turf is green and must look very soft, a group of boys sweating in the sun playing football, surrounded by an orange running track, on the right is a basketball, volleyball, badminton and tennis courts, and there are horizontal bars, parallel bars and long jump bunkers on the side, and the infrastructure is quite complete.

At the end of the road is a seven-storey teaching building, in the center is a large clock with a diameter of about two meters, and then there are laboratory buildings, office buildings, canteens, student dormitories, teachers' dormitories, gardens, fountains, corridors, sculptures, everything is beyond Liao's imagination. "It's a dream to work in such an environment. ”

The annoying phone rang, and Liao Xuebing pressed the answer button and said impatiently: "Xiaobai, I'm looking for a new job, don't bother me again, okay?"

"Brother Bing, the skinheads on Reawater Street said that you injured their little brother last night, and threatened to come up and smash the field tonight, their boss was very arrogant, and said......, "Xiaobai is very aggrieved - I have never seen a gangster who is so eager to be a white-collar worker."

"Skinhead boss, is that bastard Fukuhara, what did he say?"

"He asked you to serve him tea to admit his mistakes, and he also had to compensate 10,000 yuan for medical expenses. ”