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After sending the child off, Fang Chen sat alone on the bus. Fang Chen closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the dream at night, but he couldn't remember anything. He only had a vague feeling. The dream was beautiful but his heart was very depressed. Sad and angry.

Although Fang Chen's class has ended and he can no longer attend class due to "deficiency in teacher ethics", students continued to greet him while walking on campus early in the morning, and Fang Chen's heart suddenly brightened. .

When he came to the studio door as usual and reached for the key as usual, Fang Chen was stunned and secretly cursed, "I'm such a pig! What a waste!". Seeing that the time was half an hour before eight o'clock, I went downstairs for a stroll. Someone was walking by, and one of them turned back to glance at her.

"She really has the nerve to come to school!"

"Yesterday, I heard someone from their department say that her computer - oh, it's unsightly!"

Fang Chen stayed where he was, what on earth did he do?

More people passed by in twos and threes, whispering to each other with disgust and contemptuous glances.

When you are young, if you are underestimated or misunderstood, you will feel very depressed and unable to think about it. Many years have passed, and there has been another recent suicide attempt. Now, Fang Chen is completely numb, and feels that it is not a big deal, so just stay away if you don't want to hear it!

This road is the only way to go to the teaching building and the comprehensive building. When the class time is approaching, there will be more people coming and going. Fang Chen does not dare to stay for a long time, and hurriedly walks towards the artificial lake with his head lowered.

The artificial lake was just built the year before last, with a bridge and a small pavilion. Fang Chen often took his students here to sketch here in the past two years.

The lake near the shore has frozen. It has snowed in the past two days, covering the ice. There are rippling water in the middle of the lake, and a few ducks are playing there, bringing a bit of life to the ice and snow.

Fang Chen stood silently on the shore, recalling every moment of his time in school, trying to figure out what was going on. In the past, I only knew how to sulk and run away, but the more I act like an ostrich, the more inexplicable things keep coming to me. I can't go on like this.

Since you want to live, you must live clearly and innocently. You can't always be insulted for no reason. Otherwise, always in such an environment, you will go crazy even if you don't die.

"Chasing people---who did I hook up with?"

Fang Chen seldom interacted with people. After arriving in this studio two years ago, he had been living at home. Apart from teaching work, he rarely talked to people, and he never interacted with any male colleagues. How could this happen? Where's the gossip? I really can’t figure it out.

"Is there anything ugly in the computer?" Fang Chen thought carefully. This computer was newly equipped after arriving in this studio two years ago. He has only used it himself, so there will definitely be no problems.

Suddenly, Fang Chen remembered that the three of them were in an office a few years ago. A colleague found that he had a classical oil painting on his computer, including Botticelli's The Birth of Venus, and made a fuss that Fang Chen was looking at pornographic pictures. I felt depressed for a long time.

Thinking that there were indeed some classic oil painting masterpieces in the teaching materials, Fang Chen sighed helplessly. This was probably the reason. Yesterday, the department secretary Yu Meifang said that she was looking for someone to look through the teaching materials on the computer. She probably saw this. Her pure My little heart was frightened again. Thinking of Yu Meifang's ambiguous eyes, Fang Chen was sure that this was the reason, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. His knowledge of classical oil paintings in those years was in vain. After the Birth of Venus incident, in order to clear his name, I took every opportunity to tell people about classical oil painting, but it seemed that all my talk was in vain.

Also, Yu Meifang said yesterday that no one was willing to take art classes. Didn’t Chen Gaofeng always want to take art classes?

"If I hadn't been asked to be an art teacher as promised, I wouldn't have come to this shabby school." Chen Gaofeng once told everyone. Fang Chen was also present at the time, and he felt very guilty and felt that he was in the way. others.

There are also Zhang Chunting and Wan Fangfang. They all want to take art classes. How come no one is willing to take them? I really can’t figure it out.

Also, does persuading students not to get tattoos count as promoting feudal superstition? What's more, I didn't say it in class, I said it to two students in private.

Fang Chen tried hard to recall that it was still summer, and he remembered that they were all wearing short-sleeved shirts. When the two girls came to the studio to chat with him, they talked about wanting to get a tattoo. It seemed that they wanted to have flowers tattooed on the back of their wrists, which sounded very strange to him. It’s unreliable. The nerves and blood vessels in the wrist are so delicate. If something goes wrong, the hand will be disabled, so I stopped them, and then I talked about how tattoos are not good, and it is best not to get tattoos. It didn't say that tattoos might lead to bloody disasters. ----Oh---- It seems to be an example. Someone got into a car accident after getting a tattoo, and the tattooed area happened to be the most seriously injured.

Why is this promoting feudal superstition?

A few ducks got on the ice, waddling towards this side, quacking -----

Without any clue, it was almost eight o'clock. Fang Chen looked at the ducks enviously, shook his head sadly, and turned to leave.

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Fang Chen didn't know that at this moment, in the depths of the Milky Way, [-] light-years away from the earth, two pairs of unobstructed and insightful eyes were staring at her.

"Her wisdom value has declined greatly!"

"Yes, if this continues, her grades may still not be up to standard, and a study tour will have to be arranged for her." Tingquan thought with some distress.

"I've been trapped in reincarnation for too long and I'm lost."

"This earth is really unique. How many of us little fairy children have fallen into it."

"The Saha world is like this. People love and hate them at the same time. No wonder the little fairy children!"

"That's true. Didn't you also ----- back then?" Seeing the Dengming Immortal's wisdom eyes turning into Dharma eyes in an instant, he listened to the spring and stirred his spirit, and he was offended again.

"You're busy, I'm going to class -----." Leaving behind this weak stream of consciousness, Tingquan's figure has disappeared.