I am a teacher who works in a school. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoYes, that's right, I've always thought of it as my job and my profession, a job that pays for my labor, and I don't like it, I don't love it.

You can think that I don't have those virtues, like what a teacher is an engineer of the human soul. Education is the Tai Chi of human progress. I even feel ashamed every time a student reads that the teacher burns like a candle.

Don't make mistakes, don't get into trouble, don't cause trouble. That's my work credo.

So when I found out about that horrible and cruel thing, I couldn't imagine that it was true, I must have been dreaming! Who is there in this world? What kind of spirit and what kind of mind can bring the fantasy horror world to reality? It must be something that the devil can do to be so ruthless, ruining the future jobs of forty-four families, and there are still jobs.

The uniformed men took me, interrogated me, and suspected me. Do I look like someone who would do that kind of thing? When I think about it myself, I'm scared to death.

After they locked me up in a villa in the suburbs and said they wanted to protect me, I finally calmed down.

Eighteen Niang, the only person who survived this massacre.

But I didn't feel happy at all, and I didn't want to bless her.

Whoever survives, why her? The one who escaped was a person who could not survive in society at all!

The school uniform in our school is the most common sportswear, the material is not good, and it will be shiny and dirty when worn and worn. But she has always been wearing such ugly and rustic clothes, the overly wide trouser legs are like noodle bags, the sleeves that must be rolled up to reveal the hands, and the zippers that are very high and hard.

God, why didn't anyone tell her? The school doesn't stipulate that you have to wear a school uniform, anyway, this kind of thing that charges one or two hundred is actually a dozen yuan at most, just wants your money, why do you have to wear it? Don't you find it ugly yourself? Why can't you dress up and be more energetic?

I still remember when I first took over this class, I was faced with curious faces, and she was the only one, looking forced. When I introduced myself, I didn't feel warm or friendly at all.

So the deeper she went, the more she had problems.

I never say hello when I meet the teacher, and I am so stingy when I even smile. When no one took the initiative to talk to her, she felt that she would not take the initiative to speak. has no eyes, never helps classmates, and can't even take out a carnation for two dollars a piece on Teacher's Day.

When doing recess exercises, it is never fast or slow, and when singing, there is no rhythm and melody at all. When the class as a whole participated in school activities, I didn't let her participate in order to achieve the same neat effect as other classes.

It was clear to me that she was isolated by the whole class. But this is her own fault, who made her always put on a stinky face, can't do anything well, and won't even say a nice word.

So she often skipped school, her grades were very poor, and her parents never came. The tuition was paid in a timely manner, but when she asked to buy revision materials, she never bought them, and she would definitely skip class on the first day. It's like she never donates money to others.

But most of the past three years have passed uneventfully.

Until the end, it was clear that I was on vacation and left school, so I had to go to the exam! Why did that happen?

To the eighteenth mother of the house, I still remember her.

In the last few days, presumably to get the admission ticket, she came every day. But she didn't do her homework or listen carefully, so I told her to go outside and be punished.

The volunteer she filled in was "Second High School".

"You have such ideals, why don't you fill in the first high school?"

"Because I couldn't pass the test."

Cut, what. You didn't hear me sarcastically mocking you, you don't know that your grades have never passed, and it's good to be able to graduate from a high school with a hairy high school.

After she left, I landed on the online newspaper center, and it was only a moment of anger. I didn't want to change her will, I just wanted to put on a show and scare her.

She really changed the password.

Then he took the physical education exam with a barely passing grade.

I could see her, and she looked at the other classmates playing with indifferent eyes, resentful and happy.

A few days after I was locked in, I was told that I wanted to see me.

But I, the head teacher, really want to say a few words to the deputy head teacher who I haven't seen since this happened. Told her to wait for me, and she got angry, interrupted me several times, and left.

She's changed, she's become pretty.

Wearing a white pink printed skirt, the fabric is covered with a layer of white light gauze, and the belt in the middle outlines the slender waistline. Her hair was fashionably trimmed, she wore beautiful jewelry, she had an elegant look, and she was holding a handbag.

But her heart, her eyes, have not changed in the slightest.

After she left. I was disgusted and driven away from the power of safety, like discarding a piece of garbage that consumes five uses.

I felt someone following me all the way to answering the house, standing downstairs at my house, looking at the window of my house with cold and resentful eyes.

Fortunately, my children and my husband are still safe and have not been burned down by angry parents like the Eighteenth Lady House.

I've already planned to take my children and leave here first and go back to my hometown to avoid the limelight. My husband was a little reluctant, but he agreed, but he couldn't afford to lose his job, and he just needed to go on a business trip, so he wanted to go out and hide in this direction.

At night, I didn't sleep well, and I always felt that someone was whispering and looking at me with resentful eyes.

My head hurt so much that I slept until noon. My husband has left me. Maybe he wanted to leave a long time ago, but he couldn't help but not leave me just to take care of the children.

I started packing my things and planned to leave tomorrow morning because I didn't dare drive the night train. But in this case, I found another thing that pained me.

I found a ruby earring on the couch. It's not mine, I've never brought something that only such a frivolous woman carries. Even thinking about it some time ago, I found a woman's slender yellow dyed hair on my husband.

It must have been a very fashionable woman, with dyed blonde hair, fancy jewel earrings, perfume scent, and fancy flowers.

I'm sad and sad, but now is not the time to fight. I told my six-year-old to watch TV in the living room and go to the bedroom to relax.

I turned on my computer.

My husband is a horror movie lover and he thinks that watching a thriller horror movie is a better way to release stress and relieve fatigue than watching a light-hearted comedy. Under his influence, I also passively watched horror movies. (To be continued.) )