The Xueba system takes me back to when I was six years old

At the same time, Ji Zhihan, who was on the other side of the classroom, had just started his morning reading when he was called out by the head teacher.

"Zhihan, your parents told me that they want to transfer you to another class. Do you have a preference?"

Looking at the child who was becoming increasingly taciturn, the head teacher Ma Yun couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt.

In fact, she had already noticed Ji Zhihan's recent changes, but faced with the claims of the students involved that "it was just a normal prank between classmates and there was no real harm", she was helpless for a moment.

Ji Zhihan raised his head and answered with a firm look: "Teacher, if possible, I hope to be transferred to Class 1."

"How about this, I'll take you to meet Class 1's head teacher, Ms. Qu Wanjun, to see if she agrees to accept you." Ma Yun did not give a positive answer immediately. After all, she had already reported the matter of transferring classes to the director in advance, and as long as the target class agreed, it would go ahead.

"Okay, teacher." Ji Zhihan didn't know how to face this head teacher.

She knew very well that the head teacher had already talked to several students, but she still couldn't understand why the head teacher couldn't stand up and explain the rumors about her to the whole class?

After all, she had already told the class teacher the truth... However, it was precisely because other students saw that the class teacher had no reaction and those students who spread the rumors were not punished, over time, more and more students began to believe those nonsense.

"Hello, Teacher Qu, this is Ji Zhihan from our class. She was ostracized by her classmates and is in a very depressed mood, so she hopes to switch to a new learning environment. I wonder if it would be convenient for you to accept her into your class?" Ma Yun is about ten years younger than Qu Wanjun. Facing such a senior teacher, she behaved very humbly and politely.

Qu Wanjun looked at Ji Zhihan in front of her and readily agreed: "Sure, after the morning reading is over, I will arrange two classmates to come over to help move the tables and chairs."

Then, Qu Wanjun turned her gaze to Ma Yun and said gently, "Teacher Ma, please go back to the classroom first. I want to talk to Ji Zhihan alone."

Ma Yun hesitated a little, but under Qu Wanjun's firm gaze, she finally nodded and agreed. Then she turned around and slowly left.

"Student Ji Zhihan? Can I ask you about what's happening in class?" Qu Wanjun looked at Ji Zhihan gently.

Seeing Teacher Qu's gentle expression, Ji Zhihan couldn't help but say, "Teacher, my good friends said I was pretending and didn't want to play with me anymore. They also spread bad things about me everywhere and asked other students not to play with me either... woo woo"

Qu Wanjun sighed, took a piece of paper from the table and wiped Ji Zhihan's tears, and comforted him: "Okay, I understand, you sit here for a while, I will go find your teacher and come to you right away."

Ji Zhihan sat in his seat somewhat uneasily, in a daze. Time passed by little by little, Qu Wanjun had not come back yet, and Ji Zhihan suddenly became a little flustered.

Fortunately, Qu Wanjun came back in a few minutes, "Zhihan, come with me."

Ji Zhihan followed Qu Wanjun, passed Class 1 and came to Class 2. Ji Zhihan's heart sank.

At this time, Qu Wanjun said seriously: "The person you want to apologize to is here."

The students in Class 72 said to Ji Zhihan in unison: "I'm sorry, Ji Zhihan."

Most of the students looked guilty. Earlier, Qu Wanjun specifically came to find Ma Yun to ask about the whole incident. She also asked several classmates in the class. To be honest, Qu Wanjun was really angry. She has been teaching for so many years, and this kind of situation is not uncommon. Many children who have suffered from such things have become very bad because they did not get a good treatment.

First, in terms of academics, after experiencing such things, the bullied students do not want to go to school and may even develop symptoms of school aversion.

Second, in terms of behavior, some children will subconsciously put themselves in a low position in social situations, while others will turn to bullying classmates who are weaker than themselves and become perpetrators.

Third, psychologically, school bullying will make children vulnerable, sensitive and inferior. If parents do not understand or even think that their children are making a fuss, it will make them depressed, and in severe cases, they may even commit self-harm.

Most of the students in Class 72 believed the gossip of others, had no independent judgment, and believed everything they heard. Although the remaining few apologized, they still looked reluctant. They were still very afraid of the teacher.

Turning around, Qu Wanjun said to Ma Yun, "When you encounter something like this, you must solve it. Don't just leave it alone or deal with it casually."

Ma Yun nodded shyly, "I understand, Teacher Qu."

Ji Zhihan felt that she had cried more in the past few days than she had in a year, but she couldn't help it and said in a muffled voice: "Thank you, Teacher Qu!"

Qu Wanjun gently touched Ji Zhihan's hair, "Student Zhihan, you are great, you don't have to be so cautious."

She noticed her expression when she returned to the office and brought her here. It seemed that this incident had really hurt the child.

"Wait for me at the door for a while. I'll ask two boys in our class to help you move the table." The morning reading was over at this time. There were many people coming and going in the corridor, and many students pretended to pass by but were actually watching the fun.

As soon as she walked out of the door of Class 2, Qu Wanjun saw several boys from her class, "Come on, Sheng Xun and Xu Zhiyuan, help me."

"Okay, teacher." Sheng Xun said obediently.

"Teacher Qu, just give me your instructions!" Xu Zhiyuan said with a grin.

"Zhihan, which desk is yours?" Qu Wanjun lowered her head and asked the girl next to her.

Ji Zhihan pointed to his desk and saw something scribbled on it. Qu Wanjun leaned over to take a look and saw that it was just ordinary scribbling. She felt relieved and said, "Come and help Zhihan move his desk to our class."

The two of them lifted one side each. Ji Zhihan obediently put on his schoolbag, then picked up the chair and followed them.