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What Fang Chen never expected was that Gou was not that easy. From time to time, he would be kicked out and punched by someone.

No, not long after the meeting ended, Fang Chen and the other three were busy writing a teaching reform plan for the courses they were responsible for in front of the computer. This was a task assigned by the professional director Teacher Yang at the professional meeting just now.

Everyone is racking their brains and trying to come up with something new...

When I'm feeling dizzy...

With a burst of laughter, Yu Meifang pushed open the door of the office, stretched out her hand to sign three and then one to Teacher Zhang Chunting as always, "Teacher Zhang, Director Xia is waiting for you to have a meeting. Hurry up."

After Zhang Chunting left, Yu Meifang did not leave. Instead, she walked around the room and said to Fang Chen, "I asked you to hand over the key to the small studio at the end of last semester. Why haven't you handed it over yet?"

"Oh, that one, no one has taken it." Fang Chen was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this was the case.

"Then just leave it to me. Where's the key?" Yu Meifang stretched out her hand.

"But, I thought I wouldn't collect it anymore, so I spread everything out again, and now I'm painting a big painting for the college." Fang Chen hesitated and said with a bit of anxiety.

"Ah, drawing for the academy? Who asked you to draw it?" Yu Meifang said, her eyes widened in surprise.

"It's that teacher Wang Ze. The painting has already started. It's in the small studio. If it is handed over to the small studio, there will be no place to paint..." Fang Chen was very embarrassed.

"Really? Why didn't this matter pass the department?" Yu Meifang wondered.

"I also thought it was quite sudden. I received a call from Wang Ze and asked me to paint a big painting, so I painted it."

"Then you should tidy up first. We have already decided to hand it over to the small studio. Sooner or later, we will have to hand it over." With that, Yu Meifang left. With such a new situation, she had to report it to Director Xia quickly.

Fang Chen's head got bigger at the thought of having to pack things again.

But on second thought, I felt a little hopeful.

To be honest, painting such a large painting in a palm-sized small studio does not even have the space to see the overall effect. If you use a small studio and give yourself a larger place to paint this painting, it will not work. Not bad.

Of course, this is pure fantasy.

Later, the department probably communicated the matter with Wang Ze, and no one submitted the key again. Fang Chen continued to paint large paintings in the small studio.

However, rumors spread.

"Fang Chen is so scheming, he is truly a scheming bitch."

"You don't know, people always take the upper class route."

"I heard that someone saw her stalking the leader and dragging him under the crabapple tree to enjoy the flowers..."

"There is such a thing? That's so shameless!"

"Of course, just a few days ago, when the begonia flowers were at their peak..."

"It looks like it's spring..."

"The second spring..."

"The second spring, the third spring and the fourth spring are all..."

As the saying goes, there are many people who are famous for their right and wrong, but in fact, it is the people who are black and right that are really popular!

Fang Chen seriously suspected that he was born with a bad constitution.

In the past few days, it seemed that people had the same hatred and attacked her with words and violence.

"That guy Fang Chen has never seen the world, he doesn't understand anything, he doesn't even understand what luxury goods are."

"She's just a loser. She can't do anything!"

"Who says she can't do anything? She knows how to seduce others. She knows how to seduce leaders. See if you have this ability?"

"Fang Chen, he has special skills. Although he pretends to be dignified and generous on the outside, you may not know what's going on behind the scenes."

"That's right, who knows how many shameful things are done behind the scenes..."

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This was the sound coming from behind during lunch. They might not have seen Fang Chen himself sitting in front.

Fang Chen was extremely depressed, why was he so hated by others!

These rumors are secondary. What makes Fang Chen sad the most is the contemptuous and disgusting looks of people, especially the looks of young people.

How did Fang Chen know that during the "two missing one" and "three missing one" working hours organized by Xia Bo and Yu Meifang, intentional and unintentional exchanges and casual chats were constantly adding fuel to the flames...

"There was a handsome young man who deliberately took dirty photos of others and posted them in the group to disgust others. Fang Chen has a wicked heart. You young people should stay away from her..."

"Who knows how many more such things she has done? She is so immoral!"

"Hey, that day I saw Fang Chen walking past a certain leader's car, and later on, I saw a certain leader also walking past..."

"Humph, there must be something wrong here..."

On this day, Fang Chen couldn't continue the oil painting of the old crabapple tree. Some details were unclear, so he walked around under the tree, observed, and took a few photos. I was about to go back to the studio to continue painting when two middle-aged female teachers came over.

Fang Chen looked up and saw that he was not familiar with him, so he decided to lower his head and go over. Under normal circumstances, people might not pay attention to him even if he said hello.

"You are admiring flowers again, why are you alone?" Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to speak. Fang Chen quickly raised his head and smiled: "Yes, just take a look and take a photo."

"I heard that you particularly like Che Zhen?" The two seemed to be interested in talking and exchanged glances with each other. One of the middle-aged female teachers asked her with a half-smile.

"Car tremor, what is a car tremor?" Fang Chen was confused.

"Hehe, I'm just asking casually, don't take it seriously."

The two of them walked past Fang Chen. A few words floated behind me:

"Pretending to be quite innocent, he even asked me what a car shock was."

"You are both responsible and established, no one else has this ability!"

Feeling the verbal violence, Fang Chen began to understand the bullying among students on campus.

The teaching reform plan for the course that Fang Chen wrote himself was not adopted. I don't know whose plan was adopted. The art class was merged into the drawing class, which was equivalent to canceling it.

Therefore, after the summer vacation of 2011, the art class was canceled and included in the drawing class. In 30 class hours, nothing can be taught at all.

The class hours are seriously insufficient, the workload is not enough, and of course the bonus is deducted at the end of the year.

2012 is ushered in with great anxiety.

This year, Fang Chen turned forty.

It was already ten o'clock when I returned to my home from my parents' house on New Year's Eve.

The joy outside reflects the sadness inside.

When the father and son came back, they turned on the TV and watched the Spring Festival Gala.

Fang Chen wrote a poem called Qijue alone in his bedroom.

Qijue? Still confused at the age of forty?

I am still confused when I am forty years old.

Favor and disgrace day and night are difficult to figure out.

In confusion, fate turns,

The days still need to pass slowly.

At the age of forty, I have accomplished nothing, but no matter what, I still have to cultivate my own land silently like a farmer.

After a while, recalling every bit of the past year, a poem came out naturally:

Qijue? Get up early and start farming early in the morning.

Get up early and start farming early in the morning.

There are people who are free at the end of the day.

Floating clouds float across the misty blue sky,

The bright moon remains silently in the world.