My Boss, the White-haired Nun

Chapter 80 Program

"Teacher." At night, in the school auditorium, Lei Dian Mei sat beside Gong Ming, watching the performance on the stage side by side with him.

"Huh?" Gong Ming was taken aback, and looked away from the little girl dancing on the stage, looking at him, the student.chuckled lightly. "What's matter?"

The order of the performances is determined by lottery. Among the more than twenty programs, the audiences of the previous programs have not been mobilized yet, and the audiences of the subsequent programs will also have some aesthetic fatigue.Then there is no doubt that the programs in the middle will take some advantage.

The one in their class who went up to draw lots was Qiyana. This girl is a typical representative of stupid people with stupid blessings. Her luck has always been worthy of her European blood, a typical representative of the European Emperor.

Unbiased, the number ten in the middle, that's why they can watch the performance here so leisurely during the opening dance.

"Teacher, do you have the playlist?" Lei Yumei asked.

"Yes." Gong Ming handed over the program list specially distributed to the teacher in his hand, looked at the girl's slightly sweaty face, and couldn't help smiling. "Why, nervous."

"Hmm..." The third Herrscher nodded slightly with a slight blush on her pretty face. "A little."

Gong Ming raised his hand and patted her head, "You've seen so many big scenes, are you still afraid of this?"

"Isn't it different?" Leiden Mei pouted, "Going to the battlefield is going to the battlefield, and performing is performing. These are two different things."

"When things happen in life, you always alternate between jerky and proficient. You can't encounter everything that you have encountered before. It is good to have the opportunity to prepare in advance. Human beings The heart is getting stronger step by step in this process. It is better to be prepared than to encounter something unprepared, and then regret it when you fail, don’t you think?”

Gong Ming watched the performance on the stage, as if he was saying something intentionally, or just casually.Lei Yumei looked at his face, which was illuminated by the flickering lights on the stage, and couldn't tell how deliberate it was for a moment.

After hesitating for a while, the girl nodded seriously, "I understand, teacher."

"You don't understand." Gong Ming turned his head to look at her, his face was calm, the corners of his mouth curled up with a slight tenderness toward his nephews, but there seemed to be something else deep in his pupils.

"Human beings can never get anything from the truths they hear. Just memorize the truths in books. When you grow up and encounter troubles, they will corroborate with the things you memorized. Only then will you really understand what I’m talking about.”

"Ah." He suddenly smiled. "I forgot, the sentence I just said itself is a 'big truth' that you need to understand in the future."

"So..." He turned back again, "Just remember what I said, and I don't expect anything else."

"Hmm..." Lei Dian Mei didn't know what to say for a while, so she hummed twice to indicate that she understood.

On the contrary, Gong Ming became interested in talking, his eyes were still looking forward, as if he was talking to himself, and he seemed to want to say it to someone.

"What's the use of preparing more for things like this world? Even if you have rehearsed a thousand times or ten thousand times in advance, but when you actually go on stage, there will always be such and such moths. When the time comes, the priority will be reversed." , Take the wrong script, and even the leading role and supporting role, the pro and the pro and the pro and the pro, are also confused, which is also a common thing.”

He sighed softly. "It's nothing more than... the difference between what you can afford and what you can't afford."

"Teacher?" Leiden Mei was puzzled.

"Mei, watch the show." Gong Ming didn't seem to have any intention of explaining, but just raised his finger to point to the ongoing performance on the stage.The opening dance between the two of them is over, and now it's a play prepared by another class.

"What do you think of this show?"

Leiden Mei looked intently at the stage, it was a play prepared by Class [-] of their grade, Leiden Mei also knew about it before.It's about a teacher who saves a student and teaches her all his skills.

Lei Dian Mei didn't feel anything when she first heard about it, but looking at it now, she feels that this story is very familiar.

"Teacher, this play..." She looked at Gong Ming with some uncertainty in her tone. "It's like we..."

"Huh?" Gong Ming snorted, noncommittal.

"They were all saved by the teacher, they all built a new life with the help of the teacher, and they were all taught skills by the teacher..."

Lei Dian Mei couldn't continue talking at this point, Gong Ming looked at the stage in her eyes and suddenly laughed.The voice is not loud, not the kind that will affect other people around, but in Leiden Mei's eyes, that smile is full of wanton and undisguised...

ridicule?

On the stage, the plot has come to an end.After all the difficulties were over, the girl who played the role of the student bowed to the one who played the role of the teacher in front of her, and said seriously; "Thank you, teacher."

There was applause from the audience.

"Mei, listen up." In stark contrast to the applause of the surrounding people, Gong Ming said softly in a low voice.

"A person can say thank you to all the teachers you have met in your life, and you should really thank them. Because it is their selfless or paid teaching that formed the final you, and all the skills they taught you , whether it’s reading or anything else, no matter what it is, it’s all for teaching you to ‘make a living’.”

"However, there is only one kind of person you must remember not to thank. That is the person who teaches you to fight, teaches you martial arts, and sends you to the battlefield."

"Teacher..." The black-haired girl looked at him in a daze.

"You have to know, no matter what kind of reason it is, no matter what noble purpose it is for, no matter what kind of hatred it is for, no matter what kind of thought you have. In the final analysis, it comes down to you personally, and it comes down to The sense of your own existence as an individual."

He raised his face, "They're not teaching you how to make a living, they're sending you to 'die'."

"Did you know?" He lowered his head, his voice seemed to be whispering.

"When I saw the students I sent to the battlefield turned into white tombstones and appeared in front of me, and I was still alive and will continue to live, I felt that."

"Whether they hate me or not, at least I think they should hate me..."

"..."

The girl was silent.

"Let's go backstage." He stood up and patted Leiden Mei's head. "It's almost time, and our program should be ready."

Then he left the table without looking back. Among the crowd, there was a hint of loneliness in his back.

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