Happy Life [Rebirth]

The dean put the notebook on the table behind her. She didn't even mention the matter of writing a novel in class. I saw the young female teacher pick up my notebook and read it intently.

The teaching director ignored the female teacher, but turned to look at me and said to me: "Yang Lu, you said that Teacher Zhang's salary is less than [-] a month, and your parents' salary is [-] a month. Can't you see so much money?"

"What I'm saying is, Mr. Zhang never sees so much money in a month."

I looked at the dean, and the dean looked at me, and Teacher Zhang shouted loudly: "Look, look, I've been teaching all my life, and I've never seen this kind of student! What about his parents, his parents How to educate children!"

"Old Zhang!" The dean also raised her voice and interrupted Teacher Zhang. She looked at me, "Let Yang Lu say, Yang Lu, do you have anything to explain to me?"

I thought about it, and I didn't want to prove that I disrespected the teacher and rebelled. If I had to get a demerit or drop out of school because of this, it would be causing trouble for Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei for no reason. My original intention was not to cause trouble for them.

"She said to the students in the class—" I looked at the dean, "If I don't study well, I can only sell wontons like my parents, saying that I can't go far with a little cleverness. I’ve seen it a lot. He also said... I will only set up a stall to sell wontons like my parents in the future, so that the whole class will not learn from me.”

The teaching director suddenly turned his head and frowned to see Teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang yelled back not to be outdone: "Do you know what this brat said later? This brat followed my words and said that everyone here is not as good as you are." He won't even have to sell wontons in the future!"

"puff--"

An obviously unrestrained laughter broke in, and for a moment we all focused on the young female teacher who was flipping through my notebook. The teacher quickly waved her hand: "Go on, go on."

The dean's brows were already wrinkled into a deep "vertical" line. She looked at Teacher Zhang and then at me, and finally picked up this matter heavily and put it down lightly.

The dean’s surname is Chen, and she is an English teacher in Class [-] of junior high school. She criticized me first: “Student Yang Lu, what Teacher Zhang said was extreme, but it was also out of good intentions. As a student, no matter what the teacher is, at least you must understand Respect the teacher, this represents your personal quality."

I didn't think what the dean said was right, but she turned her head and said to Teacher Zhang: "Old Zhang, there is no distinction between high and low professions, and we are just poor teachers. Do you want to be so condescending when you speak?"

In the end, the teaching director played a big board on both sides, and Teacher Zhang's loud voice didn't stop, but he didn't want to give up.Seeing this, the dean even transferred the class to me, and told me to report directly to Class [-] at school tomorrow.

Teacher Zhang clearly disagreed with the result of this matter.

She wanted to give me a demerit punishment both inside and outside the words. In the end, seeing that the demerit was hopeless, she strongly demanded to find my parents. The dean asked me to go back to class first. I saw that she didn't like this teacher Zhang very much. Turn around and leave.

Walking out of the dean's office, I walked to the side of the stairs and stopped, I patted my forehead, my mind is really not working, why am I so forgetful, I haven't got my notebook back yet.

As soon as I turned around, I saw a female teacher walking towards me, I looked at her and then at her hand, the female teacher who had talked to me in the office at the beginning looked at me with a smile: "Yang Lu? "

I nodded: "Hello, teacher."

"Do you write novels?" The teacher directly explained the purpose of coming, and raised the notebook in his hand, "I saw that you wrote a lot, the Bingshan School Grass... At your age, you can write it very well. But don’t be too obsessed with these amateur novels, just read them properly, of course, if you write them yourself, it can be regarded as exercise—”

"Teacher!" Seeing that the teacher's words couldn't stop the brakes, I had to interrupt, "Can you give me the notebook?"

The young female teacher looked at me and smiled again. What she asked was beyond my expectation. She asked me: "I like the outline of your novel "A Letter to Angel". Why is it called The name?"

Asking like this, she gently pushed her hand, put my shoulders on my shoulders and walked upstairs.

I walked side by side with her, and she asked, because her eyes were very kind and friendly from beginning to end, so I replied: "The hero promised to draw a picture for the heroine, and the name of the painting is A Letter to Angel .”

"Oh." The female teacher responded, and she continued to ask, "What's the ending? I don't think the outline has an ending?"

"The ending?" In my opinion, this article is nothing more than a routine article. The ending is easy to come up with, and I blurted out very casually, "The heroine died of illness and donated her eyes/corners/membranes to the painter's husband." Lord, the hero has regained his light and cherishes the memory of the heroine for the rest of his life."

After finishing speaking, I found that I had reached the door of my class. In this history class in the class, the history teacher was drowsy during the lecture, and the students below were also drowsy, and the class was quiet.

The young teacher handed me the notebook, and she gave me an encouraging smile: "If you finish writing, do you mind showing me, and I can help you correct the wrong sentences."

I was a little surprised. In fact, according to the concept of most teachers, I was not doing a proper job.

"Come on in and go to class."

The teacher gently pushed me back again, and the history teacher who was lecturing inside glanced out, smiled at her, and she nodded too, turned and left without waiting for my answer.

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After the morning class ended at noon, I hesitated after leaving class, wondering if I should go to see Wanwan, she didn't seem to want to see me at all.

In the end, I saw Wanwan standing behind the big potted plant diagonally opposite the door of my classroom. Seeing me, Xia Wanwan waved her hand slowly to confirm that I saw her before she turned and went down the stairs.

I followed her and looked at her back. My sister is 1.6 meters tall, half a head taller than me, but she is thin.

The two walked to the school gate in silence, and I saw Xia Wanwan slowed down, and I lined up with her.

Wanwan didn't stop, but turned her head to the side and asked me sullenly, "Are you okay?"

"What's the matter?" I was quite surprised, I didn't realize what she was asking.

"Didn't you be dragged to the teaching office by your Chinese teacher?"

Wanwan raised her voice for a moment, and after that moment, she lowered her head sadly, "Oh... Xiaolu, I'm so worried about you!"

I watched, not knowing what to worry about, but my sister who thought she was normal finally came back, reached out and patted her on the back: "I'm fine, the dean didn't punish me, he just asked me to report to Class [-] tomorrow, don't Stay in class two."

Xia Wanwan's expression was obviously messed up: "...it's nothing to worry about!"

"It's nothing. It's good for Mr. Chen to do this. Stay in class two. Mr. Zhang has a heart for me. Why don't you change the class."

Xia Wanwan put her arms around my shoulders suddenly, she looked at my face carefully with a solemn expression, and then let go of her hands again.

Xia Wanwan asked me: "Yang Lu, don't you feel...ashamed at all? I've heard it all. The teacher said in class that if you don't study well, you will sell wontons like our parents. You will also be selling wontons, but you are good at studying! If the dean didn’t stop you, you would have been able to take the senior high school entrance examination this year!”

Hearing Xia Wanwan's words, I could understand why she was angry.

"Do you think it's embarrassing for parents to sell wontons?" I asked Wanwan.

I asked, and looked at her expression carefully, and saw that the expression on Wanwan's face changed from anger to unnatural, her voice was much softer, and I heard her muttering: "It's not all... a little bit, a little bit."

"..." I didn't know how to deal with this matter, and my first reaction was a little angry.

Xia Wanwan and I are small and useless, we all rely on Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei to sell wontons to support us, what right does she have to despise her parents, let alone Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei are parents who have no blood relationship with us.

I was even cold-hearted, I felt like Xia Wanwan had no heart.

But the coldness was only for a moment. After such a thought came out, it was followed by a huge shame, and it was my shame to myself.

I think Xia Wanwan is ungrateful and doesn't understand how difficult it is for her parents. It's really embarrassing. At this moment, I thought of myself.

I was to her in the previous life, no, it was exactly the same.My sister in my previous life was so kind to me, how could I ever have a smiling face and be grateful to her.