Fang Qingchen originally thought that the professor already knew his plans and was already willing to cooperate with him, otherwise when he returned to the small building, why would the professor deliberately not meet, so that he could be at ease and take Di Jiu to see the truth. I* read the study

"Qingchen, forcibly waking up Han, it will hurt him." Professor Zhuang sighed and said that he had no choice but to say what everyone understood.

For him, so that an outsider who was destined to die can die more clearly, and he can turn a blind eye. But to let your students get hurt is another matter entirely. He, who is a mentor, can't pretend to be confused to the end.

"If you let him sleep like this for a hundred years, won't he get hurt? His mental power is protected, but what about the rest? ”

Fang Qingchen forced his mentor to look at him: "Professor, Zhang Minxin told me that when I lost control of my mental power in order to save Chu Ruohong, you were ready to kill Chu Ruohong in order to protect me. But if you really destroyed Chu Ruohong in the first place, wouldn't I have been injured? ”

Professor Zhuang avoided answering: "It is my duty to protect every student. ”

"You are protecting us, but you have done nothing but the basic protection of the source of our lives. Teacher, do you think what we need is just the protection of life? Could it be that as long as the source of life is not harmed, no matter what kind of wound is left in the heart, it does not matter? Professor Zhuang was silent, and his mood was a little heavy. The mandatory space-time simulation essay system was originally intended for students who were too comfortable under the care of high technology. Understand the preciousness of life and the meaning of hard work. Valuing the feelings between people. And in order to achieve this goal, those setbacks, sufferings, are needed in the first place. All he needs as a mentor is to be a silent bystander. Ensure the safety of students' lives.

He himself had experienced such a juvenile simulation, and later became a mentor, and he had led several classes, however, there had never been a time when the situation was so complicated as this one. There are so many extreme students, so many extreme things.

Many of the actions of students in ancient times, when there was no technology to speak of, should have been equivalent to a game and a dream, even if there was a certain degree of dedication and feeling, that sense of detachment from high should be able to protect them from really dedicating themselves to it, so it is unlikely that they will suffer any major damage because of it.

Basically. After a thousand years of mixing, there are few people who can't pass the test, and being an instructor should be a very easy job.

However, this year's students are more difficult to cope with and more different than the other. And one by one is more bizarre than the other.

Even he has no experience in dealing with these complex situations, and in addition to trying to ensure that the lives of students in these problems are not harmed, he has to restrain himself in the face of extreme events again and again, and the recklessness of challenging the time and space situation and school rules again and again. Dissuade. On the one hand, I can't bear to refuse completely. So a lot of the time. They are all pretending to be confused, trying to let go of it, under the pretext of the free-style education style, under the pretext of the students' affairs, the students find a way to solve it by themselves, let these students mess around by themselves, and play the side ball again and again, by Zhang Minxin They stare at the screen every day, and the guys in the small building communicate with the problem students outside the small building and hold a conference.

Professor Zhuang also doesn't know if his attitude of turning a blind eye and indulging students to a certain extent is correct, does this give students more freedom, or does he not care about students?

He has been surrounded by these problem students, and his heart is full of doubts and uncertainties about his ability to work. But in the face of Fang Qingchen's behavior of even trying to wake up Ah Han after bringing in Di Jiu, he could no longer remain silent.

He is a teacher, and it is impossible for him to sit back and watch the life of any student suffer.

"Qingchen, you're not Han! You don't have the right to force such a decision on behalf of Han......"

But Fang Qingchen obviously didn't want to back down: "Di Jiu is going to die!" When Han woke up, and when Han could make his own decision, the man's bones were all turned to ashes. Many people and things, if you miss it, you will never come back. ”

Professor Zhuang sighed: "Light dust, people live, there will always be some sad things, there will always be some pain, but people still have to live." Not everyone is like you, with such a fierce temperament. You are extremely serious, and you do not hesitate to face the worst outcome in order to seek an understanding. From your point of view, maybe it would be better for Han to wake up from his injuries and understand the truth, but Han is not you. Ahandi is lazy and just wants to live a comfortable life, you can't ......"

"Professor......" Fang Qingchen colded his eyes: "Now Di Ahan, is he still the person who is so lazy that he just wants to live a comfortable life?" ”

He shook his head heavily: "Have you forgotten all his anger and agitation before his deep sleep?" His heart has changed dramatically! I can be sure that he is not only hating Di Jiu now, he is also hating everyone, hating the world, hating Xiaolou's system, hating Zhang Minxin who dragged him into the trap, hating us classmates who stand by and watch, and hating you, a teacher who doesn't do anything...... Professor, just let him sleep like this until he wakes up from his injuries, and then he won't hate? The wounds on the body can be healed over a long time, but what about the wounds in the heart? ”

Professor Zhuang remained unmoved: "In any case, we must first make sure that he is not in danger, and then slowly guide his heart, maybe then we can tell him the truth little by little......

Fang Qingchen sneered: "After hundreds of years, after Di Jiudu turned to ashes, after he woke up full of hatred, tell him the truth?" If the tutors are at the same level of psychological guidance as you, I really doubt that the existence of our school will have any significance for the mental health development of our students. ”

Professor Zhuang sighed: "Qingchen, I am a teacher, and I am responsible for the school system, the rules of the Time and Space Bureau, and the safety of each and every one of you." I can't be as willful as you, just asking for one to be broken and one to understand. ”

"Teacher, I'm not going to disregard Han's life! I will first do the most rigorous assessment of Han's mental condition, and only if I am sure that waking him up will not hurt his life or cause irreparable damage, I will try to wake him up. ”

"You still want me to sit back and watch my students get hurt, you should know that it can't be!"

Fang Qingchen gritted his teeth: "Heartbreak is better than body. Rather than let him wake up hundreds of years later with our hatred in his heart, and no one can predict what he will do, it is better to try to dispel it at this time. ”

This time, no matter what, he refused to give up: "If you were a Han, would you really like to miss out on it without knowing anything, or would you rather be hurt a little, wake up, and see clearly?" If you can't be sure, then, you can ask Xiao Rong, ask Jinjie, or even ask Zhang Minxin and Wu Yu. If they were Han, would they really choose to sleep like this all the time, without knowing anything? ”

Professor Zhuang lowered his head, looked at the sleeping face in the glass cover, and sighed softly: "Even if he wakes up, will it be better for him?" You know, Di Jiu...... Eventually, they will die. "Nonsense divider-

Secretary Brown: It's time for Nalan to be discharged. When you get home, you'll feel so much better!

In addition, I kindly recommend PK Wen Xian's wife, a little fairy who was kicked down to the mortal world because of a trouble, and borrowed the corpse to clean up the troubles.