A career can become fucked up in large part because of having a fucked top boss.

Meng Bai understood this truth in his third year as a class teacher. Yes, even the profession of "teacher", which has been called "the diligent gardener", "the engineer of the human soul", "the most glorious profession under the sun", and many other reputations, is not exempt from vulgarity, or it is precisely because the world's expectations of this profession are too high that they ignore those bad things.

Especially when you stay up late to prepare for class in order to catch up with the schedule, become dizzy in order to mark homework, and blister in your mouth in order to appease the parents of students, you like to engage in formalism -- but he himself does not think this is formalism, and the school leader who has named it "quality education" tells you that we are going to hold a recitation contest to sing the praises of the revolutionary ancestors.

His old man's words were so earnest, as if he was about to be nailed to the pillar of shame in history if he didn't make a big deal.

Whenever this happens, the fuck-up sensation becomes especially noticeable.

"This race is on the 30th?" Meng Bai tried to keep his voice from shaking.

The school leader nodded with a smile.

"But if I'm not mistaken, this month's monthly exam is on the 29th?"

Meng Bai tried to make things reasonable, "Do you mean that the monthly exam should be postponed or ......?" ”

"No need to postpone." The school leader looked at him with a kind look, "Xiao Meng, we are not interested in exam-oriented education now, we pay attention to all-round development, the grades must be improved, and the activities must be exciting, so that the leaders above will be happy." You coordinate well, and the organization believes in you. ”

I believe in your seventh uncle!

Meng Bai roared inwardly, and believe that I am useful?! Even if the teacher can be as restless as the donkey of the production team, the students' energy and concentration are limited! Preparing for the monthly exam while engaging in entertainment competitions, are you kidding Shenma International?!

Meng Bai took a deep breath: "But the new class of our grade has not been finished yet, and it is very reluctant to end the new class before the monthly exam." ”

"Then coordinate it again." The school leader repeated, "The organization believes in you, and it believes in the teachers." ”

I'm sure you're a fucking hammer!

And then?

After many years, Thoth once again pulled this memory out of the corner of his brain, thanks to the excellent memory of the secret man, he quickly remembered what happened after the fart did not talk - he squeezed the students' art and music classes, organized the students to the playground, raced against time to rehearse the show, edited the video of the recitation competition like a bilibili blogger, was mad by the operation of interpolating music, rented costumes for the performance in the online store, and mobilized several parents of the students to make up on the eve of the competition.

Oh yes, it makes sense that the results of the monthly exam were not good, and the head of the English grade sighed at the grade seminar, and Meng Bai felt that his already not wealthy hairline was getting worse.

As the leader, the team leader was called by the school leader to approve the reason that "you didn't coordinate well." ”

And the reason why Thoth remembered this past was purely because of a conversation with the court orchestra leader.

After watching the repertoire he gave, the chief looked uneasy, and told him about his difficulties in the most humble, the most tactful, and the least willing to be sacrificed on the spot.

"So, it's impossible to rehearse these pieces within the allotted time, unless you don't eat or sleep."

He succinctly summarized the main idea for the Chief Gentleman, and the poor man's face turned white, and he shuddered to admit that his back seemed to be weighed down by an invisible hill, and could not be lifted up—Thoth could probably understand what he was thinking, and in this country, the will of the emperor was absolute, and it would be disrespectful to present to him even if he did not eat or sleep.

There is only one consequence of disrespect to God, and that is blood splattering the floor.

Thoth remembered that on the day of the meeting, Solomon, who was sitting at the top of the long table, said to him: "By your ability, you will be able to do both." ”

The handsome and majestic figure of the Black Emperor and the figure of the bald school leader subtly coincided—spanning thousands of years, quite accurately, and Thoth was a little impressed by his ability to associate.

Just because of that phrase "coordinate", he divides up his own insufficient rest time again and again, and also squeezes the energy of the students' not rich - just like a drop of water wears a stone, human beings will always be polished by habits, and they will press down the bottom line again and again, forgetting how to refuse, and finally they will really become a donkey of the production team, the kind that grinds for 24 hours in a row.

Damn, although he is no longer the hard-working head teacher, certain habits are still engraved in his bones, and Solomon doesn't even use the words of a lawyer.

Thoth gritted his teeth, almost wanting to slap himself, thinking that he must have been stupid in Solomon's eyes, and he was wronged so easily...... No, His Majesty the Emperor, who may have killed a thousand knives, is still haunted by the refusal to marry, feeling that he has been swept away, and wants to find a way to cure him.

Although it was not good to scold his immediate boss, Thoth still scolded, and it should be said that he should have scolded a long time ago.

"Then don't line up."

The chief was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had misheard, and Thoth continued to say in a flat tone, "You should eat, sleep, and sleep, don't think too much about what you don't have." Lao Bo told Mr. Hader Stiano that there is no need to rush everything, and that it is better to adjust carefully than to make a hasty appearance at this concert, and to fill in the gaps for the next blockbuster opportunity. ”

"Okay, I'll get that."

Before going to Hard, the chief cautiously asked, "What ......about the concert?" ”

"Cold salad."

Looking at the confused little eyes of the orchestra leader, Thoth regretted that no one in this era could understand his bad jokes.

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[Day 15]

Before I knew it, I had been staying for half a month.

Today I entered the school's archives, where the papers were packed in labeled drawers, stacked on top of each other and reaching up to the ceiling, with two triangular ladders in the corners for those who could climb up and down - but I didn't need them.

One of the drawers had the words "List of Circulars of Criticism" pasted on it, and when I opened it, I found a stack of forms - you like to use forms to deal with business here, without a lot of meaningless flattery and pleasantries, and directly list the elements such as "who", "when", "where", "what's happening" and so on clearly at the beginning of the form.

The beginning of this pile of forms is like this: Name/Gender/Occupation/Place of Origin/Crime/Special Remarks/Public Day/Punishment, I will just remember two examples.

Name: Jemini Hearst

Gender: Male

Profession: Canvas merchant

Origin: Avak, Vosak Province

Crime: In order to embezzle the family property left by his brother and sister-in-law, he sold their only son to the witch family and forged his death certificate, causing the teenager to be psychologically distorted, and causing violent clashes in the north in order to digest the "instigator" potion, resulting in many deaths and injuries. Although the boy's sins will not be alleviated by the cause, the evil deeds that disturbed the peace of the North must be traced back to the roots.

Special Note: Jamini Hearst's son-in-law, who served in the Red Pine Grove Court, was able to obtain written evidence of his brother's and sister-in-law's fortune by omitting many of the necessary verification procedures through this relationship.

Presentation Day: December 29, 28th year in the Solomonic calendar

Punishment: Ten years of planting potatoes on the frontier

This is the first one, and below is the second.

Name: Rachel McMillan

Occupation: Spiritual material smuggler and storm believer

Origin: Unknown

Crime: In order to expel the extraordinary characteristics of redundancy, he raped the good believers of the sage, causing indelible psychological wounds to them.

Special Note: His smuggling route passes through Earl Scott's territory, and the Outpost seems to have reached some sort of tacit agreement with his team.

Presentation Day: December 29, 30th year in the Solomonic calendar

Punishment: Physical castration and thirty lashes.

After reading several articles, I noticed two things, one is in the "Special Notes" column, these people have some ulterior relationships with dignitaries and dignitaries (otherwise you don't need to write them down), some even involve the angel family, and the second is that their "public display day" must be December 29.

The archivist told me that your New Year's service will be held on December 29th, sometimes accompanied by a "report of criticism" session. These people were put in shackles and shackles that limited their extraordinary abilities, and were sentenced after being read out in full view of the public, while also being subjected to the disdainful eyes and disgusted invectives of the populace, and to be tortured both physically and mentally.

I felt a little incredulous: "All these people have been taken to the north? In the case of many forces behind it? ”

The archivist nodded yes, and said that he had witnessed Rachel Macmillan's torture, and that the man had lost almost half his life after being flogged, so that he could not struggle when castrated.

It was only at the look on his face that I realized how normal it was for a person in high positions to be killed and killed—but your gentle face and gentle tone made it easy for me to forget that.

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"What is this?"

Bethel Abraham picked up a glimmering charm from a silver platter, and though he wielded the authority to travel through space, he was still the last to arrive—perhaps jamming was a hobby for him.

"The language spell created by the Hidden Sage can give us a brief glimpse of a language."

Tudor smiled and said, "You can inject some spirituality." ”

Duke Abraham was not in a hurry to inject spirituality, and a little curiosity of a young man could not help but appear on his serious face, "It's just to enjoy music, what do you want to do in hiding?" ”

The Black Emperor, who was sitting at the top, smiled slightly, playing with a language spell in his hand, "Tout Qing always has a lot of wonderful ideas, let's just wait for his surprise." ”

Parles frowned, looking around sensitively.

"Do you think it...... Got a bit humid in the air? ”

Medici lit a cluster of flames at his fingertips, looked at its wobbly shape, and said with certainty: "It's getting wetter and wetter, and there's a salty smell." ”

"Look over there—"

Blue.

In the midst of the exclamations, the quiet and wide blue spread out in the golden hall, undulating and churning, spreading all over the stage, under the leather boots of the gentlemen, and under the skirts of the ladies, making a sigh-like rustle, but never wetting the fabric.

Paris steals a touch of "seawater" into his hands, and with the power of the "decryptor scholar", it is reduced to its original form, that is, a message composed of small spiritual numbers and symbols.

What is Information?

It's the image that the eyes see, the sound that the ears hear, the smell that smells at the tip of the nose, the heat and cold that the skin feels...... If a thing looks like the color of the sea, sounds like the waves of the sea, smells salty and salty, and feels cold like the sea, why can't it be considered the sea?

"I understand your curiosity, but can you please stop the act of dismantling my body? It's rude. ”

Knowing what he was holding, Paleston's face contorted, and the handful of messages slipped through his fingers, reconverging into a wave of falsehood.

"Your Majesty, thank you for lifting the restrictions and allowing me to spread my body all over the concert hall, but I may not salute you, for this gesture is inconvenient."

"It's okay, let's get started."

The Black Emperor bowed slightly, indicating understanding.

"Look, that's—"

In the midst of the exclamation, a colorful mermaid leaped from the waves and swam to the sound of music that sounded out of nowhere.

“I’ll be your mermaid，caught on your rod”

“Coming for your aid，isn’t it odd?”

I will be your mermaid, trapped on your reef.

Doesn't it seem ridiculous to seek your help?

After using the language spell, this unfamiliar language that has not been heard at all does not affect people's appreciation of the ethereal melody and lazy singing, but there are a few people who are not immersed in the beauty of music.

Zarathu whispered: "This language comes from the glorious times. ”

Strangely, He didn't get any feedback, it was like tossing a coin into a dark dry well with no ripples in sight.

Zarathu frowned, quietly observing Ornia's reaction, and the goddess of beauty from the Second Age also wrinkled his eyebrows, as if trying to remember which race's language it was, but found nothing, and simply immersed himself in the world of music.

"Information mimicry, OK."

"Mermaid paint, OK."

"That seal that amplifies sound is OK too."

Thoth thought to himself: As long as I'm lazy, it's not impossible for everyone to listen to what I'm pulling out of my head.

He discovered a long time ago that he could understand himself in the same way that he understood computers, and that sounds, lights, and colors were like files stored on hard disks - although computers in the 21st century could only store images and sounds, if technology was allowed to develop for another five or ten years, it might still be able to store odor molecules.

Maybe after the concert, I'll be able to make some extra money with this gadget. He looked at the conch shell, which was quietly spitting sound, and began to think about what to advertise.