I am a god in script killing

Chapter 88 Rose's Funeral (22)

On the same day, after school, Bai Wei saw those four people gathered together again, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

After saying goodbye to the other teachers, Bai Wei followed the path of the four to find them.

"You still want someone to protect you?!"

"Fuck you, the school teachers look down on you too!"

"Dance ballet! You dance a fart ballet and compete with the girl for the lead dance! You deserve to be beaten!"

Bai Wei frowned, and when she turned the corner, she saw four people kicking a thin boy in the alley where the debris was placed.

"Fight outside the school?" Bai Wei stopped and said.

The four of them were startled, and hurried away with their schoolbags.

"Cough cough..."

Ren Huai sat up clutching his belly, his face was also bruised.

Bai Wei helped him up, a little worried: "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need, teacher," Ren Huai smiled at her, "Thank you for protecting me, I should go to the practice room."

"Are you still going to practice ballet?" Bai Wei looked at him and nodded, "But you are like this..."

Ren Huai whispered: "We will compete in two months, representing the city."

"But how do you tell your parents when you go home like this?"

"It's like falling during ballet practice."

Ren Huai lowered his head, Bai Wei could see his hair twirling, felt a little funny, couldn't help but reached out and patted his head.

Ren Huai didn't expect Bai Wei to touch his head, and his body stiffened and then relaxed.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you."

"……teacher?"

Bai Wei made up her mind, and only smiled at Ren Huai: "It happens that I really like ballet, and I have nothing to do when I go home."

Ren Huai looked at her and laughed too.

A special kid indeed.

——This is Bai Wei's second impression of him.

After that, life became a bit the same. Bai Wei would wait for Ren Huai to practice after school every day. Sometimes when Bai Wei didn't finish her work, Ren Huai would sit in the consultation room for a while, writing homework or reading the books on the shelf.

Ren Huai's grades are also among the best in the school and even signed up for a math competition.

If you don't know, you can ask Teacher Bai on the opposite table.

One day, Ren Huai curiously opened the heavy "Red Book" on the shelf, and after reading it for a while, he became dazzled and confused. He couldn't help thinking of what Bai Wei said to the four of Jiang Yuan last time:

——Don't think about plagiarism. I have read 90.00% of the papers in "Red Book".

That's amazing, Mr. Bai...

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Bai Wei, who was writing a speech on returning to her alma mater next week, noticed Ren Huai's gaze, and glanced at him while pinching the pen.

"Teacher Bai, where is your alma mater?"

Bai Wei mentioned a top university that is well known to all people across the country.

"It's amazing," Ren Huai couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "And I know you skipped a grade to university, or you were recommended for a math competition, why did you come... here?"

"Well... There are others in big cities, and I often don't need me," Bai Wei said carefully, "Psychological education is basically not available in places that are too remote. I have self-knowledge, and I can't take on the heavy responsibility of pioneering."

Bai Wei is very sensible and knows:
"It is best to work in third- and fourth-tier cities, where psychological counseling is most needed to be popularized. When the city develops in more than ten years, I will go to a city with backward psychological education."

"Don't you think it's a pity, teacher?" Ren Huai said, "With such a high degree and achievements, you have to give lectures and have various academic seminars when you are free in school. If you are so busy, why don't you go directly to the university to apply for a job..."

"In fact, unconscious psychological prejudice and discrimination often occur in elementary and junior high schools, and in backward areas that are not open."

Bai Wei answered very seriously, she has always attached great importance to children's cognitive problems:

"The immaturity of elementary and beginner students is fun, not ashamed but proud. Most of the schools in these cities don't care, they only instill learning, and politics classes are always knowledge points for exams.

"Students listen to lectures without brains, and they will still be irrational after class. Parents will always be partial and laissez-faire. I'm not talking about third- and fourth-tier cities. This happens everywhere, but it's relatively more in some places."

Ren Huai listened and nodded seriously. He was very smart and could understand what Teacher Bai meant. He just felt very admired and admired.

"But how did you even think of asking that?"

"Ah," Ren Huai blushed a little, and held up the book in his hand, "Because I don't understand, but teacher you said last time..."

"Pfft," Bai Wei laughed, and teasingly said to Ren Huai's bewildered eyes, "Actually, I don't quite understand either."

Ren Huai was stunned for a moment: "What about you?"

"I lied to them," Bai Wei rarely smiled so heartily, "This book is indeed difficult, and I only half understand it."

"Don't believe everything, little fool."

　The front, this and the next three chapters are the memories of Mr. Bai and Little Swan. If you don’t like it, you can skip it~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)