"Before leaving, I was worried about seeing reason...... Ge was in tears, and he didn't dare to droop.

Stop the BMW, hold the Yao, and persuade each other to endure and separate? It's better to drink and wait for the slave to get drunk first, and I don't know when Lang goes. ”

A farewell to the years.

The young head teacher raised his hand to comb the hair that had spread across his ears, and gently pressed the corner of his eye to wipe away the warmth.

There were clouds floating outside the window, looking at the light clouds, the young head teacher suddenly remembered the song "Partridge" that he had read yesterday.

And he hasn't seen Mr. Wang again for four or five years.

A warm wind drifted through the window.

The young head teacher exhaled slightly, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the calligraphy and painting on the right.

His teacher Wang also likes to be public, and his mouth is full of scare.

However, Teacher Zhang and Principal Li are blatant and public, and this calligraphy and painting have been hanging for more than ten years.

Teacher Wang is no longer there, but Teacher Zhang and Principal Li are still like the calligraphy and painting in front of him, which makes him familiar with him without betting, and he will always inexplicably think of his childhood, and think of the past that he once walked away.

Once, he never imagined that he would also come to this sacred pulpit.

When he was young, he just liked to read, just like to play, like to look up at the night sky, and also liked to look up at the teacher on the podium.

In addition to Mr. Wang, he has great respect for other teachers.

For Mr. Wang, there are some exceptions.

It's just because Mr. Wang occasionally smiles at him, and more often likes to scold him.

And he, in that cowardly tone, thought more and more about how to embarrass Mr. Wang, found the "Thousands of Five Thousand Years" and the book "One Hundred Thousand Whys" that his brother threw under the bed, and asked questions one by one, to find Mr. Wang.

Seeing Mr. Wang's pair of cowbell-like eyes staring at him, he couldn't help but smile lightly in his heart.

It's like a turning distance, and more than ten years have passed.

Looking at the calligraphy and painting on the right wall of the classroom, the young head teacher's nose was slightly sour: When I grow up, I will become you.

It turns out that all the stories are not deliberate; It turned out that everything would not go his way; It turns out that all people will not stay for him.

All he could do, then, was that the young head teacher turned his head and looked at the door on the left.

Ahem, I only saw the gray columns in front of the hallway in front of the door.

The young homeroom teacher turned his head and looked out the window on the right, where there were still light clouds floating in the blue sky.

Yesterday, the sun went down more than a decade ago, and now, a new sun has risen.

The young homeroom teacher's eyes twitched, he is now also the homeroom teacher of the fourth grade.

It's finally a little bit stronger than Mr. Wang back then.

However, Mr. Wang was never seen again.

"Look, Yan Xiaoyu is gone."

A voice came softly and in a low voice.

Well? The young homeroom teacher came back to his senses, followed the sound and glanced at Sun Yueyue, who was two meters away in front of him, who was turning his head to look at the right side of the classroom.

"Huh?" Tian Yiyi also looked over and muttered, "Are you really leaving?" However, Mr. Li doesn't seem to be done yet, right? ”

Hearing this, the young head teacher turned his head and glanced at Principal Li.

Ahem, Principal Li looked to the right of the classroom, still staring at the calligraphy and painting, self-absorbed?

Wang Yang, the young head teacher, pursed his lips, glanced at the calligraphy and painting, and then turned his head to look at Yan Xiaoyu, but inadvertently saw Jiang Wen's gaze towards him.

What's the situation?

The young head teacher blinked slightly, glanced at Jiang Wen, and then glanced at Zhan Lili, who was at the same table, and the child was looking behind right.

Right rear?

Yan Xiaoyu was carrying the three pairs of table tennis rackets in her left hand, and she was walking forward step by step.

The young head teacher twisted his eyebrows slightly, Yan Xiaoyu walked, when was she so unlucky?

Usually it's alive and kicking. Could it be that there are zero injuries?

Also, zero injuries!

"Punishment" stood for a good time, walked a long way, earned enough attention from the crowd, and finally found out that he was just a custodian.

Why didn't he suffer any injuries?

The young head teacher turned his head to look at Principal Li.

Principal Li is still in a daze, oh no, still intoxicated.

Alas!

How narcissistic this is!

The young head teacher sighed silently in his heart, he couldn't learn what Principal Li looked like.

He has always been the most low-key, and he can't be publicized.

Naturally, he can't learn from Mr. Wang, and he can't learn that temper.

He has always been the kindest, and has never scolded any of his students.

In his three views, he has love, benevolence, laughter, and a broken "gossip heart", so that cough cough.

Don't mention it.

The young head teacher couldn't help but touch the pocket at the corner of his clothes, and it was empty.

Fortunately, he is at home and does not need to spend money, otherwise.

The young head teacher pulled the corner of his shirt, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Principal Li out of the corner of his eye.

Now, the students in the class love him!

Nor am I afraid of him.

He's the sun, no way! Comes with brilliance.

The young homeroom teacher swept the classroom out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly found that many students were looking at the podium.

What are you looking at?

The young homeroom teacher lowered his eyes for a second, then swept around the classroom again, and coughed very slightly: "Ahem." ”。

This Yan Xiaoyu was about to walk to her seat, and Principal Li was in a daze, oh no, narcissism should also be restrained.

Is that the end of that? Or can it be over?

The young head teacher turned his head slightly and looked at Principal Li.

Ahem, Principal Li hasn't reacted yet.

Well? See what he does? Still coughing?

Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, looked back up, and glanced at Wang Yang on the right.

Is this going to remove him from power?

Ahem, is this going to let him leave and go on stage himself?

Well, anyway, his affairs are all accounted for, and he can only help here.

Principal Li glanced at the young homeroom teacher on the right, smiled slightly, and looked at Yan Xiaoyu on the left, "Xiaoyu." ”

"Ahem." The young homeroom teacher couldn't help but cough lightly.

Why didn't the first half end, or did it break at halftime?

The young head teacher couldn't help but glance at Principal Li, and then looked at Yan Xiaoyu, who had already walked to her seat.

Yes? Call her again?

Yan Xiaoyu, who had just walked to the seat and was about to sit down, heard this, and instantly stood up and looked up at Principal Li on the podium.

Isn't it all over?

Why do you still call her? Is there any end to it?

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