"Gu Xidong, wait a minute, you copy a piece of paper for each of the letters of intent for the division of our class according to the arts and sciences, remember to read the arts and sciences clearly, don't make a mistake." Song Qianli, the head teacher of the first class, tore off two blank A4 sheets of paper and handed them to Gu Xidong, a student in the class.

Gu Xidong took the A4 paper.

"Then I'll go to a meeting, and you'll put it on my desk when you're done." Song Qianli said.

"Okay."

Teacher Song left, and he and another female teacher were left in the math office.

The female teacher seems to be surnamed Wu and is a math teacher in Class 6.

I don't know what's important, but she is also here on vacation. She stared at the computer screen, her fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard, not noticing that anyone was watching her behind the partition.

Gu Xidong looked at Teacher Wu for a while, turned his gaze, and looked at Teacher Song's desk.

This was the first time he had close contact with something related to Teacher Song, and he used to occasionally come to the office to look for Teacher Song, but he usually had something to say, and then left, not paying attention to what was on the teacher's desk.

Surprisingly clean and clean.

On the dark brown desk, apart from a teaching computer and a few neat high school math textbooks, the only miscellaneous items that have nothing to do with studying are a seven-inch glass photo frame and a pot of greenery.

Like other teachers who are busy with the morning and dusk, Teacher Song also likes to put pictures of her family on the table.

Mr. Song in the photo looks much more close to the people, and his square face, which was teased by his classmates in private as the face of the king of Hades, has a surprising smile. He carried a young boy in his arms, and snuggled up to his wife, who was smiling as him.

He has seen his wife and the baby, and on the night of the winter solstice festival in the first year of high school, the mother once carried the baby to the class to deliver dumplings.

Everyone has a share, although it is a quick-frozen dumpling, but they eat the taste of home......

"Buzz ......" The teacher's new computer is turned on, and if you listen carefully, you can hear the subtle sound of electricity.

A pot of wilted pothos leaned against the monitor, he reached out and touched the leaves of the pothos, picked up the mineral water bottle on the table, unscrewed the lid, and poured some water into the pot.

He looked at the water gradually filtered in the self-priming pot, and felt that the wilted leaves seemed to become a little erect and stretched.

He observed the posture of the blade for a while before remembering the task assigned to him by the teacher.

He sat down, pulled a gel pen from the full pen holder, and scratched it on the waste paper.

The tip of the pen was blunt, and more than half of it was blank scratches, he frowned, changed another pen, made two strokes on the paper, and then straightened his posture and wrote a word on the paper.

Look at.

The pen is full and steady, and the font is strong and powerful.

This is what the teachers said about him during the high school homework competition.

At that time, he was quite surprised to win the award, because he had no idea that his homework was secretly taken by Mr. Song to participate in the competition. The bulletin board at the entrance of the school is still pasted with a photo of him when he received the award, which is a close-up of a close-up, standing alone on the stage, holding an open homework book in both hands and holding it to his chest, with a serious expression and staring at the camera......

Zhang Chaoyang has teased him and hit him countless times with the negative effects of photos, but he ignored them.

It didn't matter what he was or what he was like, because he knew that no one in this school would care about his existence.

He was like a leaf on a poplar tree outside the window, some yellow, some curled, and perhaps with the force of a gust of wind, it would fall into the dirt and turn to dust.

So, what does it matter what it is.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, picked up the waste paper he had just written, formed a ball, and threw it into the trash.

He pushed the mouse to the side, and then took the letter of intent for the division of arts and sciences handed in by the students, and separated the study of literature and science according to Mr. Song's request.

"Ringing ......" mobile phone rings in the office.

It was Mr. Wu's phone on the opposite side.

"Hello, hello, Mother Xin, hear me. Yuan Xinrou doesn't know whether to choose an essay or a reason? You can't make a decision. What does Yuan Xinrou mean? She likes liberal arts and wants to study literature? Why, is she bad at science? It's not bad, it's not bad to learn what to do! No matter how good the liberal arts are, it will be difficult to choose a school in the college entrance examination, you think, there are only a few good universities in liberal arts, what if she falls behind in the second year of high school and can't study. Liberal arts are not like science, even if they are lagging behind, as long as they chase and make up, there is a lot of room for improvement, but liberal arts is different, liberal arts students learn a certain stage, if they want to improve by ten or twenty points, it is even more difficult than climbing to the sky. Xinrou's mother, you still persuade Yuan Xinrou to choose reason, it will definitely not be wrong. Teacher Wu painstakingly persuaded the parents of the students.

Gu Xidong divided the form in his hand.

There were 42 people in their class, 37 were handed over, and there were 5 people left.

In the form handed in, only two students chose liberal arts.

These two classmates must be the same as Yuan Xinrou in Mr. Wu's mouth, and they made the decision after some struggle. After all, students who are admitted to foreign high schools will invariably choose academic theories when they divide their subjects. The advantages of choosing a school and choosing a career for science students make those students who have better grades in liberal arts also embark on the road of learning and science under the brainwashing educational concept of teachers and parents.

This kind of atmosphere that has not been formed since then, and the sub-discipline has become a disaster for liberal arts students. It seems that whoever studies liberal arts is a heinous person, from parents to teachers, will persuade and reject.

Especially the students in their satellite classes.

From the beginning of the enrollment is higher than the ordinary class of students, the first class and the second class is concentrated in the city's top students, the school is specially equipped with a backbone teacher of the mathematics group for the satellite class as the class teacher, and the teaching equipment of the satellite class is the most advanced, the learning environment is first-class.

Their future is the future of the outer high school, and only academic theory is their only way out.

Therefore, the choice of these two classmates is a bit maverick in front of the huge science army.

Holding the pen between his thumb and forefinger, he skillfully turned the pen, lowered his head, and wrote the words "liberal arts" on the white A4 paper.

Wang Jinglong, the head teacher of the second class, hurriedly walked into the office.

"Yo! Teacher Wu, aren't you going to the provincial capital? Why did you come back? Wang Jinglong couldn't help but ask in surprise when he saw his colleague Mr. Wu, who was transferred to the Provincial Experimental High School to teach.

"I'll come back and sort out the information on the computer, and by the way, go through the formalities again." Teacher Wu said.

"I really envy you, there will be a lot of room for development in the future." Wang Jinglong is in his thirties, and Teacher Wu is the same age, they graduated at the same time as the teacher, and at the same time assigned to teach in a foreign Chinese high school, but did not expect that within a few years of work, Teacher Wu was transferred to the provincial experimental high school.

"The space is bigger, but the pressure is also bigger. You see, in the past few days, the hair on the top of my head has become less! Teacher Wu lowered her head and asked Wang Jinglong to look at the top of her head.

Wang Jinglong smiled, opened the drawer, took an open bag of green tea from it, and poured some tea leaves into the glass.

"Do you drink tea, Mr. Wu, it is said that drinking tea can cure hair loss." Wang Jinglong quipped.

Teacher Wu waved his hand, "No, thank you." ”

"You're gone, who's going to fill your gap? I heard that I originally wanted you to lead the homeroom teacher of the sophomore class. Wang Jinglong asked while receiving water.

"I heard Director Qiao say that it was Zhang Dake."

"Zhang Dake?" Wang Jinglong turned his head in surprise.

Teacher Wu shrugged, "But I don't know if he's coming." ”

"Hasn't he been doing chores in the General Affairs Office all these years and not teaching?" Wang Jinglong's mind conjured up the figure of a raunchy middle-aged man.

"He ......," Teacher Wu thought for a while and said, "According to the current popular saying, he should be called Xuezang." Back then, he was punished by the school for stealing a second child, and later he dared to openly beat and scold the principal! I'm quite puzzled, you say, why didn't the principal just expel him at that time, and let him nest in the school, I feel uncomfortable for them when they look down and don't look up. ”

Wang Jinglong blew the tea foam floating above the tea, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, "I heard that this Dake has a very good set of teaching." ”

"That's just that I heard that he had already gone to the school cafeteria to sell meal tickets when we came, and he hadn't heard a single lesson from him. However, looking at his sloppy appearance, you can also guess that this person is not very good. ”

"And that Shanxi-style Mandarin, Wang ...... Jin (Jing) ...... Dragon...... Wu...... Benevolence...... Wind (Fen) ......" Teacher Wu covered his mouth and laughed as he learned.

Wang Jinglong smiled and leaned back.

"Mr. Wang, I'll hand in the form." A girl with shoulder-length hair walked in through the doorway.