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Chapter 57

"I love football." Song Yun thought about what Zhang Hao said about Qi Zhenyun's situation just now, and turned her pen funny, "Is this a family history?" ”

As a veteran teacher of No. 10 Middle School, she doesn't know how many students she has come into contact with, even if she teaches them herself, there are thousands of them. Of course, she can't remember all of these students, especially those who don't come back after they go out—she doesn't feel that not coming back to see the teacher is something that is not grateful and nostalgic. She has always felt that when the teacher says that she is great, she actually has to think about how great she is.

Teaching students? Isn't that how it should be.

Tired of hard work? Is there any job that is very enjoyable?

A meager salary? What does it have to do with students?

Of course, this is not to say that there are no great teachers, the kind of teachers who do their best for their students, not only care about their students' grades, but also care about their lives and even their families, are indeed great. But how many such teachers are there?

Song Yun felt that she was barely half of the story when she was young, and later as she grew older, especially after her position slowly changed from a teacher to a manager, she became more and more distant from the word.

Therefore, she was happy when students in the past came to see her, but she never complained when they did not come to see her.

Of course, the students who never came to see her, she would gradually forget......

However, there are always a few that are impressive.

Among them, there is one who particularly likes football, and that student is not in the class where she is the head teacher, but that student is particularly fond of skipping class, and always runs to the stadium - he can skip class at least three times a week, and every time he goes to the stadium to watch the mall team train, if he goes to school honestly in any week, it is the mall team out.

Their homeroom teacher died of a headache because of this, no matter how you say it, it's useless to call the parents, drop out...... The junior high school has not been persuaded to quit, not to mention that the student is nothing in other aspects, the grades are naturally not good, but the class is quite honest, and the most important thing is that every time there is a football game, he can win glory for the school! Yes, it's not just classes!

"Qi Zhen, what do you want to do in the future." She still remembers the conversation that day - originally, this kind of heart-to-heart talk with students is what the class teacher does, and she rarely interferes, which is of course related to the relationship between colleagues, and also because the situation of each student is only known to their class teacher, and other teachers speak rashly, maybe it is not good.

But that time, it was Qi Zhen's language homework that he didn't do - although the grades were not good, although the homework was not good, but all along, Qi Zhen still did his homework, and that time, he didn't do it at all, and asked the reason for it, it was to watch the football in the next province!

Yes, he, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old student, stole some money from his family and went to the next province by car!

When he returned to school, he still had bruises on his face, obviously beaten by his parents, but he didn't look like he cared, and he was very excited to say it, because, the mall team won!

That year, the mall team successfully defended its title for the first time!

She remembers how happy the whole mall was, with the newspapers reporting and all kinds of celebrations.

In that atmosphere, Qi Zhen's excitement had a small and harmonious feeling, and she didn't have much excitement, just a little incomprehensible. There are a lot of people who love to play football, and there are some who will skip class to watch football, but there are not many like Qi Zhen. So that day, she couldn't help it: "Look, you're so old, you should think about it in the future, have you thought about it?" ”

"I've thought about it."

"Then you want to ...... Do what? ”

"Kick the ball!"

She was a little cautious when she asked, for fear of stimulating the nerves of this happy student, but Qi Zhen gave her a sharp answer, and she was stunned: "Kick football?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Song, I want to be a professional player!"

"Huh?"

"I'm confident to be a good professional!"

With a immature face, but with absolute certainty, she was a little speechless for a while.

Children who go to junior high school are not the same as elementary school. At this time, they no longer talk about scientists, teachers, engineers, etc., and they begin to think about the good jobs that adults say, what civil servants or factories have good benefits. It's rare for a student to say, "I'm going to do whatever I like!"

Of course, there are still such students, but most of them also carry a kind of uncertainty.

Art students don't necessarily really like art;

Sports students don't necessarily really love sports.

They often just walk on this road by mistake, and then, they do it all their lives, just like her, do they really like to be teachers?

In order to reduce the burden on her family and to be self-reliant early in the morning, she went to a normal school, and then she did it.

She was, and everyone else, mostly too.

Rarely, very rarely, some students know what they want to do and have a full understanding of what they want to do.

Qi Zhen, that's it, although he didn't tell her how a professional player is, she can feel that the child in front of her can give everything for football.

"Then the teacher wishes you success." She still remembered that she had said this earlier, but Qi Zhen was surprised, and her round eyes stared at the boss, as if she had seen something surprising.

"What, don't like the teacher's blessing?" She laughed - yes, she remembers laughing because it was really funny.

"No, no, teacher...... Do you really bless me? ”

"Yes, isn't that your dream?"

"Yes, yes! Thank you, teacher! Thank you, teacher! Qi Zhen was very excited at the time, holding her hand and shaking it vigorously, and afterwards, she was also complained by her colleagues - professional players were beautiful at that time, but in the eyes of the older generation, they were not orthodox. Although Qi Zhen is not focused on studying, he is still honest and works hard, and it is not impossible to get into an ordinary high school, not to mention that their family still has some connections on the railway, and it is more suitable to work on the railway......

"Class 10, the best!"

"Class 10, Saigao!"

"Class ten! Class 10! ”

She was thinking about it, there was a sudden noise outside, she came back to her senses, and heard the shouting of cheers below, suddenly, she was also interested, and walked to the window, and saw several class banners fluttering in the air, and a group of students were excited to ...... for their class Hey, no, right here, it seems that there are three classes cheering for one class? Moreover, is it for class ten?

Song Yun was a little stunned for a while, took a closer look, and found that it was really three classes, and then, she was even more puzzled, because these three classes were ...... There are people from all walks of life!

Class 10, needless to say, your own class should support it;

Class 6 can also understand - there is always a friendship class or something;

But what's going on with those three shifts?

Class 3 and Class 10...... That's too far, isn't it?

Could it be that there is a gap between the third class and the first class?

Song Yun is worthy of being an old teacher, she guessed it at the first time, and at that moment, the smile on her face deepened - these children, it's really interesting!

The three classes are cheering for one class, and what about that class?

One class is revolting.

Under the leadership of Liu Lei, a group of people shouted out the momentum of the megaphone with their voices - life and death!

Although they still have three balls in their hands in their class, they all have a sense of crisis, and the players on the field have a stronger feeling!

They looked at Qi Zhenyun one by one, Qi Zhenyun's face was very ugly, he took a deep breath, and then ran to the referee, and after saying a few words over there, he quickly ...... Ran to the toilet!

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"I'll just say it! I'll just say that Qi Zhenyun has diarrhea! Li Zhiyuan's excited voice pierced the sky, and the originally silent sideline exploded.

Qi Zhenyun turned out to be really diarrhea!

Everyone was shocked, puzzled, sighed, and ...... Excited!

At this critical moment, Qi Zhenyun actually had diarrhea!

In fact, when he kept running to the toilet earlier, it was not that no one doubted. But as soon as he used to give people the impression of premeditated plans, everyone unconsciously thought about the routine at this time; Second, it's a bit rare.

And now, there is basically no doubt that Qi Zhenyun is having diarrhea!

Of course, there are still people who don't want to believe it, for example, the members of the first class, especially those members of the first class, after they were stunned for a moment, they looked at the season one by one, and the latter's whole body was stiff, and the hands behind their backs were shaking unconsciously.

Zhao Wei saw that the atmosphere was not right, swallowed his saliva and walked two steps quickly to Shi Ling's side, and said stubbornly: "I said, guys, let's believe in the squad leader, believe in um, believe in ourselves!" ”

No one spoke, everyone's eyes were still looking at Shi Ling, and Zhao Wei poked him: "Say a few words." ”

"Say, say what ......?" Shi Season gritted his teeth to prevent his trembling from showing, Zhao Wei scratched his head, "Just say a few words." ”

"Casual—casual—the seasonal brain is blank, and I don't know what casual is, but at this time, everyone's eyes are on him again, and although no one says anything, the meaning is clear—they are all waiting!

The referee next to him began to look at his watch, and Li Hao was already urging over there - he was refreshed and energetic at this time, completely different from earlier!

"Say it quickly!" Zhao Wei urged again.

"I, I'm ......" Shi Ling's lips trembled, and he looked at everyone in despair, what was he going to say! Why should he say it! Does everyone know what this has to do with him?

"Oh, if you want to say it, you can say it!" Ma Jinde urged impatiently, "Just say a few words!" ”

"I, I...... I don't know where the squad leader can't drink the tofu brain! ”

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Shi Ling didn't know what he was thinking at the time, but as soon as he said it, he knew that he was wrong......