The aunt raised her hand to block Hu Peng aside, and got off the subway with a LV bag and a canvas bag that was difficult to distinguish between real and fake.

Someone next to him glanced at Hu Peng a few times, and then lowered his head and swiped his mobile phone.

Sitting on a chair does not know that the person standing is hard.

That's what happens in the morning rush hour subway.

There are still three stops to get to school, but Hu Peng's mood is getting more and more nervous, if the next stop is still too late, maybe five minutes late, five minutes only, nothing big will happen in the class, sometimes he doesn't enter the class at school, and the children are fine.

If you get off at the next stop, you can take the subway in the opposite direction without going up and down the stairs to the other side.

This is the most time-saving.

Hu Peng also got off the train at this station a week ago because of the same concern, just when the subway on both sides entered the station at the same time, he went directly into the opposite subway like a mouse, and although the door was locked well after returning home, he did not regret it at all, because if he didn't do this, he would not be comfortable for a day, and the whole person could not concentrate.

This time, he struggled for a long time, and the moment he finally arrived at the station, Hu Peng hugged his work bag tightly, rushed out of the subway at once, and squeezed in before the alarm sounded when the door closed on the opposite side was not over.

Someone else looked at him and said that it was very uncivilized, unsafe and unsatisfactory to rush into the subway car when the siren sounded.

But Hu Peng couldn't manage so much, and after stepping into the subway in the opposite direction, Hu Peng finally took a breath.

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This is the fifth time Hu Peng has been late this month, although the work time is indeed earlier than that of ordinary company employees, but a teacher of Hu Peng's age should have long been accustomed to this kind of work and rest time.

I have been in the fifth grade for two consecutive years, and this year is also the eleventh year of being a teacher.

Male teachers, and experienced male teachers like Hu Peng, are still very valued in the school, and the promotion level of the fifth-grade graduates for two consecutive years has reached the enrollment level of the city's first-class public primary schools.

But Hu Peng's recent form has been somewhat problematic.

He looked through a lot of medical books, but he couldn't find the reason, maybe some neurosis, or hysteria.

On Google, he also searched for some articles from 2020, which were fragmentary, but the content was very consistent with his symptoms.

Ah, have you already called these weird things symptoms yourself?

Since it is a symptom, it is more or less a disease, since there is always a treatment for the disease, there is no need to hold on to it, maybe it is the same as a cold, just take a little medicine. Otherwise, go to the Affiliated Hospital of Kyochi University and take a look.

But are these symptoms really considered a disease?

If that forum hadn't stopped maintaining because of the server, I'd like to leave a message asking the owners of those articles what happened to them and whether they overcame those problems.

Hu Peng just came out of the school's personnel office, he frowned, and complained in his heart, what age is this, why does the school still need a place like the personnel department, although it has long been renamed the human resources office, but what is the purpose of these administrative positions? It can neither improve the level of teaching, nor create any benefits for teachers, in the final analysis, it is the position of managing people, and it is no different from the personnel department of my parents' generation.

It's nothing to be late for early self-study, just because a child in the class today started vomiting while sitting on the school bus to school because he was in a hurry to eat breakfast, and he still vomited in the class, although Hu Peng was five minutes late, but there are too many unexpected things that can happen in the school in these five minutes.

First, this first-grade girl named Liu Yitong told her table mate that she wanted to vomit, but before she finished speaking, she vomited on her tablemate, and spit out a bowl of egg drop soup directly on her dark blue strap dress. The tablemate screamed in fright, "Teacher, she threw up, all on me." ”

There is no teacher, the teacher has not yet arrived.

Hu Peng was still on the subway at that time, he was a little impatient, but he couldn't get rid of his worries anyway, the door should be locked, how could it be unlocked.

What's more, even if there is no lock, there will be no thieves, and in broad daylight, the most people think that the door of this house is not closed. What's more, there is an anti-theft door downstairs, and a password is required to enter and exit, although there are only two families on the first floor, but the neighbors next door seem to have been at home during the day, but they often come back late at night.

After all, who would forget to lock the door.

No matter how Hu Peng recalls the details, the picture when he locked the door is as if a drawer has been pulled out of his memory, and all the pictures are in that drawer, and the drawer has been sent to another space, and it cannot be found.

The more Hu Peng thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, he was still not married, and there was actually nothing to steal at home, the most valuable thing was a laptop, but it was also a model from five years ago, and now even if he takes it out and sells it, it is not worth a few dollars.

I don't have much savings, and after I bought a house, I have tens of thousands of dollars left in my bank card, and what about my bank card?

Hu Peng pulled out his wallet from his trouser pocket, and in the crowded subway box, it was very troublesome to take anything, and the action of taking out his wallet from his trouser pocket was not easy to complete.

Hu Peng almost adjusted his breath a few times, took a deep breath, and thought about the flow of the whole movement before reaching out to his pants pocket.

He whispered that he was embarrassed, in fact, he didn't know which person he was greeting him, anyway, with any passenger as the center of the circle, he could draw circles with different radii in the subway.

He leaned slightly to the side so that when his elbow was raised, the outside of his arm would touch a boy who looked like a college student, and it was always inevitable to get into trouble if it was a woman, even if it was, "Oops." ”

It will inevitably make him embarrassed.

Who wants to touch you?

This is Hu Peng's heart, even if there are beautiful women crowded around him, his mind is completely in his mind, wearing tight swim trunks and rummaging through the memory shell.

That's right, the bank card is still in the wallet.

Hu Peng was relieved for a few seconds, and when the sound of the station sounded, he hesitated whether to get off the bus, and the person behind him asked, "Can't get off." ”

Hu Peng could only turn his body sideways and make way for the passengers behind, obviously there were still five stops to get off, but Hu Peng's legs were tied like stones, and he didn't dare to move half a step inside, and an aunt behind him couldn't stand it, and said nosyly, "If you don't get off the car, go in, don't get off the car when you're blocked at the door, will you take the subway, foreigners." ”