Tell you to turn backwards?

However, such a "well-behaved" Meng Ze only lasted until Friday afternoon. There was an art class in this afternoon, and the teacher wore a hat indoors, and he couldn't speak shit, and his behavior and speech were a little nervous.

"This art classroom was created by me and my students little by little. Every pen and every drawing board here..." said the art teacher, "so you must respect and protect everything here. Also, no sleeping, no inaction in my class."

"If you're sleeping, or if you haven't drawn anything in a class, I'll tell you in advance that I'll use this stick." He held up what looked like a compass in his hand, "I'll hit you with this stick." .”

There is an air conditioner in the art room. The art teacher may have a soft spot for the dark environment. The back door and the front door are open, but the surrounding windows are tightly closed with the curtains.In such a dark environment, Meng Ze, who was used to sleeping in class, couldn't help himself. After the art teacher emphasized it many times, he still got down on the ground and fell asleep.

"At the same table." Wu Shifeng was still drawing blindly on the paper. When he looked up and saw the teacher who was walking slowly with a wooden stick, he poked Meng Ze's waist with a pen very loyally. Homework depends on others.

Meng Ze's sleep has always been very shallow. After the class suddenly quieted down, he woke up, but he was too lazy to look up.However, this laziness was quickly defeated by Wu Shifeng's crazy waist poking attack.

As soon as he raised his head, the art teacher's stick landed on the back of his head, "Go to see Duke Zhou, huh?"

The wooden stick broke at the sound, and Meng Ze was knocked unconscious for a few seconds, but before that, the sentence "Fuck/You/Mom" had been successfully delivered to the ear of the art teacher.

"What are you scolding me for?" The art teacher held the broken stick.

"I didn't scold you, I just greeted your old lady." Meng Ze never met a teacher who really knocked him on the head since he was a child, and after two days of getting along with the idiot in the eyes of Meng Ze in the fourth class, Meng Ze's mood It wasn't very good in the first place, but instead of being angry, he smiled at this meeting, which was more ghostly than the neurotic art teacher himself.

A few boys and girls sitting far away have already started a discussion.

"That's great, you stupid art teacher who just said that all my paintings are shit."

"Meng Ze is too handsome."

So, within a few days, Meng Ze sat with Wu Shifeng in the moral education office again.The difference is that Wu Shifeng came in as a witness this time to describe the situation at that time.

"Meng Ze, it's you again." The director of the Moral Education Department sat opposite him, "It's only been a few days, what happened to you again?

The art teacher touched the brim of his hat: "He was sleeping in class, and after I stopped him, he insulted the teacher in public. The words he used were extremely bad. The one who came with him is the monitor, right? Director, if you ask him, he will hear you."

Meng Ze always had an unshakable expressionless face, and he said methodically: "Why don't you be a student or a teacher, and you can't recount the situation objectively? First of all, as a teacher who teaches and educates people, you should not be open and aboveboard in class. On the ground? The curtains must be drawn tightly. Well, you can say that this is your hobby.”

"This is a personal habit. Other students don't have any opinions, so why do you have any opinions?" the art teacher interrupted him.

"Director, he influenced me to retell what happened. If you are so notarized, you must not only listen to this teacher's side story, right?" Meng Ze stared into the eyes of the director of the Moral Education Department.

After he said that, the director of the moral education department couldn't refuse, so he could only say: "Teacher Zhang, don't talk for now, just listen quietly to classmate Meng."

Meng Ze continued: "Secondly, it was my fault that I fell asleep in your class, but you are not innocent for making the classroom dark. The point is, you can tell me to stand when I fall asleep. Get up, or stand outside the classroom. But you chose to take such a thick wooden stick and smash it on the back of my head."

As he spoke, he raised the remaining half of the wooden stick in his hand: "Such a thick wooden stick is broken, I'm terrified of thinking about it, Director."

Meng Ze spoke eloquently. The director of the Moral Education Department and the art teacher helped the glasses frame one after the other. The art teacher looked very excited: "I have taught students for several classes, and I have always taught them this way. I also Having said that, this is how I deal with students sleeping in my class. As long as you say, you are amazing."

"Irritable and irritable." Meng Ze said, "Director, you have also seen it. As a teacher, I am not calm. Is the word 'educating people' just a talk?"

The director of the moral education department looked at the art teacher who was getting more and more excited, and was afraid that the scene would be out of control for a while, so he persuaded the art teacher out first: "Mr. Zhang, go to class first. I also understand the cause and effect of this incident. As for the student's ideological work, I will take care of it, so don't delay the student's course."

"Really, I have been teaching for so many years..." The art teacher wanted to go in, but was pushed away by the Duan Zhang who rushed over.

Wang Guofeng said: "The fourth class above the art classroom is left unattended. They won't pay for blowing up your art classroom later."

The art teacher heard this, weighed the pros and cons before the two, and felt that his art classroom was more important, so he hurried back to the teaching building.

After the art teacher left, Wang Guofeng met Meng Ze and Wu Shifeng's eyes: "It's you two again, what happened this time. Do you think you two are keen to be dismissed?"

Wu Shifeng, who did nothing, felt aggrieved: "I didn't, this time I'm a witness."

So the director of the moral education department repeated the general situation with Wang Guofeng, and Meng Ze continued to express his views: "Director, Duan Zhang, what do you say is the most important thing about being a teacher?"

The two of them didn't answer, Meng Ze continued: "It's the teacher's morality. We can't tell what accidents will happen with this stick."

Meng Ze showed them the bruises on his head: "This is no ordinary corporal punishment. My personal safety has just been endangered. I can ask a few students present to write a report letter with me , I think this art teacher can probably say goodbye to the teaching profession. As for the school, don’t you also have some problems if you just sit back and watch?”

"Are you threatening us?" Duan Chang still had that iconic commercial smile.

"Just to be honest, isn't a teacher without morality, a school that doesn't pay attention to morality, isn't this a hidden danger?" Meng Ze continued under Wu Shifeng's horrified eyes, "One more thing, when I was in class just now Seeing that teacher look at a girl in our class is very strange. Maybe I am sensitive, and I hope to prevent it before it happens."

Duan Zhang and the director of the Moral Education Department discussed in a low voice for a while. Objectively speaking, the art teacher has really gone too far.What Meng Ze said was not unreasonable. Once the report letter and report call reached the Education Bureau, even their school would be involved.

So the two compromised one after another: "You don't think it's a big deal, why don't we make it a trivial matter, let Teacher Zhang apologize to you, and we won't pursue it anymore, how about it?"

"Oh?" Meng Ze raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this a big deal in your eyes? This shows that you still take the teacher's morality too lightly. Shouldn't a teacher always keep the teacher's morality in mind? I think Students are bound by school rules, so model teachers should also have clear rules and regulations, any cat, cat or dog can be a teacher, don't you think it's scary?"

Duan Chang and the director of the Moral Education Department looked at each other, tacitly understanding each other - we can't say anything about him!

Director of the Moral Education Department: "Okay, okay, it's our fault. Then what do you think should be done?"

Meng Ze: "I'm not a man who is unreasonable. First of all, I don't want him to come over and apologize to me. It's just a bruise. It's nothing to be hypocritical. However, I think the school needs to ask him to write a three-year report. A review of a thousand words, and will read the review carefully in the "Speech Under the National Flag" next Monday."

Wu Shifeng thought to himself: This is obviously a textbook version of unreasonable and unforgiving.

However, he didn't think Meng Ze's request was too much. After Meng Ze's words "I don't know if it makes sense, but it sounds reasonable anyway", Wu Shifeng felt that this art teacher was not worthy of being a teacher.

"Okay." The two teachers were frustrated with the students for the first time, and they knew that they would not get anything good if they talked about it, so they simply agreed.

"Meng Ze is back!" The student near the window said so, and the whole class exploded. The bell rang just now, and the English teacher on the podium slapped the table: "Quiet me, what are you doing here? It’s a classroom, not a vegetable market.”

"Report." Wu Shifeng walked in front, and Meng Ze followed him and opened his mouth lightly.

The English teacher nodded: "Come in."

Everyone in the fourth class had their eyes glued to Meng Ze, which made Meng Ze very uncomfortable.Wu Shifeng took out his English textbook symbolically, then turned his head and asked Meng Ze, "Have you always been so vindictive?"

Meng Ze replied, "I have always pursued fairness and justice, and I will treat the world as the world treats me. This has something to do with 'every grievance must be repaid, and every penny must be compared', but from a certain It’s different to a certain extent.”

Wu Shifeng couldn't chat with Meng Ze like this, so he nodded and pretended that he understood, and then continued without words: "I found that your thoughts are smoother than farting. Do you want to consider becoming a lawyer? You can live well." Tell you to die."

"Get out." Meng Ze laughed, "With your language skills, you can consider being a punching bag. Everyone will definitely like to beat you."