It's autumn again, Bao Zhoutong has entered the second year of junior high school, and the homeroom teacher is still Chen Limin, which makes his interest in reading even stronger.

On Wednesday, Zhou Tong was on duty, and moderate rain began to fall in the sky. Zhou Tong and his classmates cleaned the classroom and sent the garbage out.

Black trash cans are lined up in the northwest corner of the school playground, next to the back wall of the toilet in the Elementary School. Zhou Tong ran bareheaded, holding a dustpan in his hand, towards the trash can.

In the misty rain, there was a figure swaying on the playground, Zhou Tong didn't care who it was, he only cared about the garbage in his dustpan being able to get rid of in time. When his body was still more than a meter away from the trash can, Zhou Tong had already dumped it towards the trash can.

Dust, confetti, dirt, leaves, and grass roots danced in front of his eyes with the wind. Zhou Tong didn't care about this, he turned around quickly and was about to run back to the classroom.

"You stop me, this classmate, your behavior is wrong, come back quickly." With a loud shout, Zhou Tong had no choice but to turn around and find that the person in the rain was none other than his homeroom teacher, Mr. Chen.

Teacher Chen had already seen that the classmate in front of him was Bao Zhoutong, so he was even more angry: "Zhou Tong, it's you, it turns out that you are all such irresponsible garbage dumpers?" Quickly pick up the confetti for me, I thought my students wouldn't treat their labor attitude like this. He took off the plastic raincoat on his body and draped it on Zhou Tong, while helping Zhou Tong pick up the confetti from the ground, and the rain had already broken the confetti on the ground.

After Zhou Tong picked up the confetti, he wanted to take off the raincoat and return it to Mr. Chen. Teacher Chen said loudly: "You wear it, wear it and go home first, your house is far away, what should you do if you get drenched and catch a cold?" I'll pay it back tomorrow. ”

The rheumatism on Mr. Chen's feet became more and more serious as the temperature slowly decreased.

On Monday, the weather was very cold, looking out of the window, the ground was gray, and Mr. Chen knew that there was frost last night, and today was his first Chinese class. Teacher Chen Limin got up very early, and the rheumatism on his feet could no longer make him continue to go to the playground to exercise early, so he went to the cafeteria for breakfast after washing. When he went downstairs, he had already put his textbook and some sorted lecture materials under his armpit and walked slowly downstairs, and he was ready to go directly to the classroom after breakfast.

His feet were becoming less and less obedient, and he was moving slowly. He dragged his right leg forward step by step, a very short road, and Mr. Chen Limin had been walking for almost ten minutes. Several young teachers passed by and asked him if he needed help. He said, "No, no, let me walk on my own and exercise." So the teachers walked over.

A female teacher surnamed Huang couldn't stand the difficulty of his walking, so she shouted to other male teachers to come and help him. Teacher Chen shook his hand and said, "It's not that everyone refuses to come over to help, it's that they force themselves to go." ”

It just so happened that his student Qi Xuebing passed by, so he quickly ran to Teacher Chen and said to Teacher Chen Limin, "Teacher Chen, you let me carry it." Without saying anything, I picked up Mr. Chen and left.

Teacher Chen criticized him and said: "Fellow soldiers, let me come down, your bones are tender, you can't carry such a heavy body of the teacher, it will hurt your vitality." ”

Qi Xuebing said: "Teacher Chen, no, I can usually pick up a load of wet grain at home, and it is far more than the weight of a teacher." ”

Qi Xuebing carried Teacher Chen into the classroom, and many students surrounded him, not knowing what happened to Teacher Chen, and they didn't dare to ask more questions.

Teacher Chen smiled and said to the classmates around him: "Everyone go back to their seats, the teacher is fine, but the old problem on his feet has been repeated." ”

This week's PE class, Mr. Chen could no longer attend it, so he asked the students to go out and practice on their own. Mr. Chen insisted on sitting in the classroom to correct his homework, and sometimes his classmates asked him to tell stories, history and geography, and he would tell them, which is what Mr. Chen is best at.

Mr. Chen is very talkative and always tells stories with emotion. His language is vivid, his hand movements are numerous, and his speech is vivid, which makes the students very enjoyable to listen to. His fingers were used as pistols and machine guns to strafe the enemy. And every time an enemy is shot and falls, the expression on his face is deserved to be painful; And once a Red Army soldier or a partisan unfortunately fell down with a bullet, he always kept his round eyes open and stubbornly fired the last bullet in his gun before he would fall. This kind of appeal is very powerful, and the students never get tired of hearing it.

Mr. Chen made the history class lively, so that the students who did not like history also changed their views. Every time, he connects the heroes of history with the years of historical eras to enhance the memory of his classmates. He vividly explained the static and boring abstract history textbooks, as if the changes in historical events were happening in the present and in the present, which made the students' memories still fresh.

Students in Secondary 2B generally improved their scores in Language, History and Geography. The school was very happy after the evaluation, Teacher Chen was also happy, the parents of the students were even happier, and the happiest should be the students. The cohesion of the class has been greatly improved, and Mr. Chen's prestige among the teachers and students in the school has also been unconsciously enhanced.

This kind of promotion naturally made Principal Yang Zeping feel sincerely happy and proud, but at the same time, it also made some teachers feel tormented in their hearts.

Teacher Chen Limin's Liwei Tree messenger made some teachers choke in their throats, unable to swallow or spit out. In response to Mr. Chen Limin, they have secretly begun to brew some conspiracies.

As a result, a lot of negative news against Principal Yang Zeping and Teacher Chen Limin secretly came out one after another. For example, some people began to anonymously report to their superiors that Principal Yang Zeping was 'arbitrary, arbitrary, lustful and corrupt,' and that Teacher Chen Limin's 'personal heroism, struggle for power and profit, etc.' unwittingly spread on campus. These words spread like a 'virus'.

Principal Yang Zeping was very angry at such a vicious slander, and he decided to fight back. But Mr. Chen Limin showed an indifferent look. He even said to Principal Yang Zeping: "Why are you ignoring it, rumors are rumors, if you ignore it, it will slowly break itself; You care about it, but it's like there's 'seeming' like that.

There are always a few factions in the school: the opposition, the supporters, and the centrists. Sometimes these three forces can be transformed quickly. In particular, the centrist is the most unstable, and the power of the centrist is the weather vane. They have no position and opinions of their own, and they are willing to steer the rudder, and their advantages are also their shortcomings. Both the opposition and the supporters want the support of the centrists. And once the centrist goes to either side, then the power of that side will grow rapidly and grow. But no matter which faction succeeds, it will not necessarily be grateful to the centrists, on the contrary, it will be more wary and vigilant. Therefore, as a centrist, no matter who wins or loses, the saddest thing is themselves.

On the surface, all the teachers and colleagues talked and laughed with each other and were polite. No one can see who has any prejudices and contradictions against whom, as if the world is peaceful and prosperous, and they talk to each other.