Yang Guohua stood on the podium, looking at the little hairy head in this classroom, trying to restrain the impatience in her heart, she was not the new teacher they thought, she had been assigned to Xinyuan Primary School for a few months, and she had been teaching Chinese in the upper grades, that is, in the past few days, because of the essay competition, she began to contact the children in the third and fourth grades, and she never expected that she would be asked to teach these children art now.

She is an excellent graduate of the normal school, and she has been on the stage several times during her internship, and the school where she interned is one of the best schools in the city, and even her instructor gave her internship lectures full marks......

She looked at the unruly children in the classroom, and when she was an intern, the degree of cooperation under the podium was quite high, and the standard good babies were very different, and this pain and boredom hit her heart from time to time in the past few months, no wonder parents now try their best to let their children go to good school, the gap between people is different.

She cleared her throat, "My surname is Yang, your teacher Lin is sick, and I will take the next art class." ”

In fact, where is Mr. Lin sick, he has already found a relationship to be transferred to the district central school, but the principal refused to let go, so he simply started a strike, thinking that the school would find a substitute teacher outside to teach these children art, but he was asked by the director of teaching to take over all of Mr. Lin's courses, which means that in addition to the Chinese of the two classes she originally taught, the art classes of the whole school fell on her.

At that time, the director of education said pretly, "You are a young man, and you have the ability, you have to learn to take responsibility, this is a good opportunity to train you, and the future is bright......

She still wants to gag when she thinks about it now, the teachers in the whole school are gone, is she alone?

It's unfair, unwilling, is this unclear bullying that she is a newcomer with no background and no background?

She also knew that she could strike like Teacher Lin, but she didn't have the confidence, and she could be as lazy as other teachers, and the days of gangsters would pass, but she couldn't do it.

In life, if you have no desire, you will be strong, and if you have a request, you will suffer.

After all, she is still a young man, and she is not willing to spend her whole life here, they just know that she still wants to be motivated, and they expect that she will not resist.

In fact, she didn't resist either, like a snake that was pinched by seven inches, she obediently suppressed all her emotions in her heart, but her dissatisfaction and resentment were secretly fermenting.

She was slightly distracted on the podium, and let these little hairy heads who are good at "observing words and feelings" feel that this new teacher is weak and can be bullied, although the real thorns in the class have not come to class, but the ink is black, and other students are also used to bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, in front of those strict teachers, they dare not be presumptuous, seeing Yang Guohua so tender, they can't help but be lazy and relaxed, and the sound of their chatter is getting more and more, and there is a tendency not to take her seriously.

Yang Guohua was already holding back his resentment, and was even more irritable by the noisy noise of these students, and out of nowhere, an evil fire jumped up and slammed the blackboard eraser on the podium.

"Give me all peace!"

She feels that she has almost exerted all her strength, she has always advocated the education of love, and believes that she can influence students in the way of spring breeze and rain.

This is the first time she treats her students so violently, and she can't help but regret a little in her heart, she shouldn't take her dark emotions out on the children, but when she saw the little hairy ones showing awe-inspiring expressions one by one, and the whole classroom was silent, she couldn't help but feel a little proud, at this moment she finally understood the reason why those seniors in the school never had a good face for students, it turned out that this feeling of being high above was so good.

"We draw 'My Family' today." Yang Guohua said expressionlessly, the director of teaching said that she would be a substitute teacher, of course she had no obligation to make a lesson plan for the art class, and she didn't even bother to open the art textbook, so she directly used the title of this essay.

"How is it the same as the homework assigned by the Chinese teacher?"

"It's better to draw a piglet."

"Teacher, how do you draw?" A daring kid asked.

"You can draw how you like, and if you don't draw well, you won't get a good grade." Yang Guohua's voice was cold and hard.

It doesn't seem to be a good stubble, although the children are small, they all have their own plans in their hearts, and they look at her quite jealously, and they don't dare to provoke her again.

"How are you going to draw it?"

"Do you have any colored pencils?"

"I can't draw......"

Although he didn't provoke her openly, the children under the podium were still whispering, Yang Guohua knocked on the table with a blackboard, "I want you to draw with your hands, not with your mouth, whoever speaks again will stand on the podium, and we will let him speak enough in front of the whole class." ”

This time the whole class was silent, and one by one they shrank their heads and lay on their seats to draw.

Xia Yao glanced at her with some surprise, she didn't expect that this young female teacher still had a few brushes, standing on the podium definitely hurt her self-esteem more than standing outside the door, and the effect she received was naturally better, and she calmed down these hairy children with three or two efforts.

Yang Guohua was also very satisfied with this effect, moved a chair and sat down next to the podium, looking at the book in his hand, the teaching quality of Xinyuan Primary School was not good, and no one paid attention to the inconsequential class of art class, as long as these students obediently sat down and painted, her task was completed, as for what they painted and how they painted, it was not what she should care about.

Xia Yao frowned, she is a person who has no artistic cells, let her draw a scoop according to the textbook, maybe she can barely pass the test, if she imagines what "my family" is to draw out of thin air, it is difficult for a strong person.

She looked around and found that art classes were still more attractive to children, and there were not many people like her who were lying on the table writing and drawing seriously.

"Yan Xi, lend me the eraser." The girl in the front seat glanced at Yang Guohua worriedly, turned her head quickly, and asked timidly, just in time to meet Xia Yao's gaze, and hurriedly looked away.

Xia Yao shrugged, she had long been accustomed to people avoiding her like a snake and scorpion plague, and she found that she didn't know why, most of the girls in the class were Yan Xi's character, and they seemed to be quite afraid of her, probably because the girls were timid, and her mother was crazy, and they were more or less scared by their elders.

Whether at school or in the compound, she was also isolated, the teacher ignored her, and her classmates would not play with her.

Especially after Yi Xiaoqi failed to provoke this morning, no one came to provoke her next, she didn't want to cause trouble, and she didn't have any sense of accomplishment in front of this group of little children, but she had the impression that although the classmates isolated her, they didn't particularly target her for bullying and insulting, and even if she did, she threw paper balls like Yi Xiaoqi, which was not excessive.

Only the students in the other classes, especially the senior group, especially looked at her unpleasantly, and when she was just reborn, she was beaten up by the group of people in the alley, and it was not once or twice that she was bullied like this.

Thinking of what those children did, her eyes instantly turned cold, if she was unlucky, maybe her little life would be explained there, and those children were so vicious and cruel at a young age, she would not care about children like Yi Xiaoqi, but it did not mean that she would let go of those who intended to kill her.

"This pen for you." The little girl sitting in front of her suddenly turned her head again and handed her a red and blue pencil, this time she met Xia Yao's cold eyes when she was thinking about her heart, which frightened the little girl and turned back in a panic.

Xia Yao touched his nose and looked embarrassed, it seemed that he had frightened the little girl just now.

She hasn't bought any new stationery yet, let alone colored pencils, and even her pencil has been used to the point that only a pencil tip remains, which is why she doesn't know how to cope with her art homework.

The little girl in the front seat is called Fang Lei, and she is also a marginal person in this class, her parents are in prison, raised by her grandparents who pick up rags, and her situation is only slightly better than Xia Yao, and she is not less bullied.

She has a cowardly personality and always doesn't dare to speak up when she is bullied, so she is very envious of Xia Yao's performance in the morning, although her family is not wealthy, but she still gave her a pen with a feeling of admiration.