A sudden stabbing pain in my back caused me to open my eyes from my deep sleep, and I looked up blankly, only to see the head teacher standing at the door of the classroom, and I glanced at him skillfully.

His name is Wu Shan, a slightly chubby man in his early thirties, we usually call him Brother Shan, not because he is approachable, but because he sometimes shows a social atmosphere that makes us afraid.

"You come out,"

"Don't look at it, it's you, come out."

I stood up from the penultimate row by the window, left my seat, turned around and walked out the back door out the classroom into the hallway.

He came to me and said, "Don't you dare to sleep, aren't you afraid?" ”

I looked at him and didn't respond.

"You are different from others, you have already been notified and criticized once, and if you are caught sleeping by the leader again, you will be punished, but others still have room to reverse. You said that if you were caught red-handed by the leader this time, or if you were seen by the leader from the surveillance, what are you going to do?"

I looked down at the tip of my shoe, but I didn't answer him.

He said again, "By the way, is there any one of the people sitting in front of you who Zhang Qian criticized last time?"

I replied stiffly, "Yes."

He walked up to the window and called out to her, "Come out too"

She walked out the front door with a smile on her face and stood next to me.

He glanced at him and said, "You're already in your third year of high school, and you're about to become adults, why are you still so self-controlled?" You must know that if you are punished one by one now, there is no way to eliminate it, and it will have an impact on your future. ”

We were all silent, and I watched the drizzle in the sky and the thick fog drifting on the mountainside not far away, and my mood added a little more melancholy. Although it is already the depths of winter, surrounded by the surrounding mountains and rivers, even if it is already two o'clock in the afternoon, there is a misty white mist floating around, as if it has covered this world with a white veil.

He asked again, "Sunset, tell me what you think." ”

He looked at me inquiringly, waited for a moment, and saw that I didn't mean to answer him.

And then said, "What the hell is wrong with you, from the two times you have talked to me before, I know that you are an ambitious and idealistic person, you have great ambitions, you have firm ideals. You're going to go far, and you don't like to talk about ideals so much, so why don't you talk about it now? ”

"I don't want to say," I said almost without a wave.

"I don't want to say it, it's fried, I see through reality"

After another moment of silence, he turned his head to Zhang Qian.