Chapter Seventy-Eight: Teacher, Remorse

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Holding the haode Chinese test papers, Lin Yihua, who was in a complicated mood, walked into the office, the Chinese teachers of the entire senior first grade group were there, the voices were lively and noisy, and the thousands of test papers collected in the first year of high school were piled up on their desks, and the teachers were talking and laughing with the people around them.

Generally speaking, in this kind of unsealed mock exam, every Chinese teacher is accustomed to first look at the test papers of students with excellent academic performance, and then exchange opinions with other colleagues, and then conduct all areas of marking. And this kind of communication is actually a faint kind of comparison and show-off, to see the differences and advantages between one's own students and other students.

In the office, Yang Chaoxing, an old teacher who was talking to others, saw Lin Yihua walk in, and asked with a smile, "Teacher Lin is here?" How is it, are there any more haode test papers? ”

Lin Yihua walked to the position in a trance, put the test paper on the neatly arranged desk, and replied: "I haven't read it yet, I don't know what the situation is." ”

At this time, another female teacher said, "Hey, isn't there that Gu Yang in your class?" At the beginning, the student who wrote essays and classical Chinese, I don't know what is going on now, and I haven't listened to you. ”

The female teacher who was packing up her things turned her head sideways and said perfunctorily, "It's okay, it's good." ”

The female teacher put down the things in her hand and walked to Lin Yihua's desk, just about to say something, her eyes just skimmed to the test paper on the table, and she couldn't help but change her words: "Hey, isn't this Gu Yang's test paper?" ”

Then, she picked up the test paper with a look of surprise and flipped through it, and said casually: "Well, this student's words are still so good-looking, well, let's take a look at the essay first, he wrote a good essay for the high school entrance examination, and this essay is ......."

The word "Wen" dragged on for an extremely long time, so long that the old teacher Yang Chaoxing habitually picked up the cup with strong tea and took a sip, until there was no sound, and he didn't spit out the words behind.

After swallowing the tea, Yang Chaoxing raised his eyelids to look at the female teacher, and asked with some interest, "What's wrong with this composition?" ”

The female teacher's hand trembled slightly, raised her eyelids and glanced at the old teacher, her lips opened and closed, but she was never able to spit out the following, just repeated: "This composition ...... This essay ......"

"Teacher Liu, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Chaoxing stood up, curiously glanced at the wide paper scroll, swept his gaze over the three lines of words, and then stood there without moving, looking quietly, quietly distracted.

When the other teachers saw this scene, they couldn't help but get up and come over, and they all looked at the test paper, but for a few seconds, they all stood there as if they had been immobilized. After I don't know how long, I don't know which teacher muttered, "This student ...... It's still so wicked. ”

The office was silent for a moment.

Back home, Gu Yang called Zhou Xing and asked him how he was doing, and the other party happily told him about his current itinerary, and the song that was given to the other party had also been compiled, and he would send a video from the computer to him to see, and the program would be officially recorded next Friday, and it would be officially broadcast on TV on Friday next week.

received the video sent to him from the Internet, Gu Yang listened to the song again, and felt extremely excited, the music could explode straight into his ears, and it was very well composed. Compared with the arrangement in the previous life, the soundtrack is basically the same, which shows how strong Zhou Xing's own musical skills are.

As he said, the seed can only sprout vigorously after experiencing wind and rain, with Zhou Xing's current singing skills and mentality, he is definitely a top-notch singer, and his voice will bloom with a sensational light after being neglected for several years!

"It's a pity that I'm still not very optimistic about his itinerary in this show."

Looking at the people singing passionately on the screen, Gu Yang sighed lightly, and had already calculated his plan for the worst-case scenario. Spend regular two-day rest days with exercise and codewording.

On Wednesday, the second (eleventh) class of high school, Dong Qiu, who was dressed fashionably, chatted with the people in the class.

Since the last time she had that meal with Gu Yang, she has never had any direct contact with the other party, even if they met, they didn't say anything, and after chatting casually, they didn't talk again.

This is a certain kind of expression of the importance of friendship with Tang Liang.

After more than two weeks, Gu Yang's name gradually faded in the school rumors, and the scandals of boys and girls in various classes covered up such a teenager, and time covered him with a layer of ashes in the memories of countless people. Dong Qiu felt an inexplicable sense of happiness in his heart, glad that his choice was right.

Occasionally, in the busyness of studying, I will think of the boy who used to be full of brilliance on the stage and have a compelling aura, and now my senses are not as strong as they were at the beginning, and even at some times, she feels that she is arrogant, in fact, it is nothing more than that.

As the class bell rang, Dong Qiu ended chatting with his friends, packed up his things, and lazily waited for the Chinese teacher nicknamed "Old Monster Xu" by the students to come in.

"Ahem."

After a while, when the second bell rang, two light coughs came from the door, and then a dark-faced teacher walked in with a stack of papers.

"Xu Lao Wei", whose real name is Xu Chang, is about 50 years old, teaching is serious and upright, serious and responsible, because of his old face, so he has the title of "Xu Lao Wei".

After the routine exchange of salutes to teachers and students, "Xu Laowei" handed out the paper in his hand and said calmly: "A few days ago, the freshman students of the 13th Middle School conducted a mock exam, and one of the essays was written very well and had the charm of a literati, so I specially sent it to everyone to learn how to write this composition. ”

Listening to what Xu Chang said, his eyes glancing at the test papers sent over, Dong Qiu's heart was faintly disdainful.

"Isn't it the thing that celebrates virtue? It's just a bunch of flowery rhetoric, what can there be to see? ”

Under this rebellious mentality, she casually took the copied composition paper, and her scrutinizing gaze fell, and after a few lines of scanning, her body froze.

"This essay ......"

On the podium, Xu Chang's explanation continued.

"This poem is not very long, only a dozen lines, but the artistic conception is far-reaching and beautiful, even a normal poet who has some attainments in poetry can't write such a haode poem, let's read it for a while, and then discuss the opinions."

After silently reading the poem several times, Dong Qiu moved his gaze to the name on the left side of the copy composition paper, where two big characters were written on the dragon's flying phoenix.

"Gu Yang."

Inexplicably, a wave of remorse welled up.