After being reborn with paranoia

I have not yet become a regular, my ambitions have not been paid for many years, and the ambitions I had when I was just out of school are now worn down to the last bit.

?? It was such a little moral requirement to be a teacher that made her hold back the disgust in her heart.

?? Squeezed a smile, bent down and said to Chen Xiaobao: "When Xiaobao entered the door, did you see the security guard at the door? With the uncle around, the tiger will not come in."

??She patted Chen Xiaobao's head, trying to make her words sound more convincing: "So don't be afraid."

"I don't want it." Originally the little bully at home, being coaxed by the teacher, Chen Xiaobao intensified and let go of his voice to howl.

?? Pointing at Gu Zhenran with a fleshy finger: "He is dirty, I don't want to play with dirty children."

??Children have the most straightforward way of expressing their emotions, whether they like it or not, it is always clear at a glance.

??Such a dirty child, his parents must not like him!

??The children in the class are all five or six-year-old children who have just been promoted from the kindergarten. When they heard Chen Xiaobao crying, they were confused for a moment, squeezed their eyes, and burst into tears.

?? "Mom, I'm going home."

?? "I don't want to play with dirty children either."

??…

??One Chen Xiaobao crying is enough to cause headaches, let alone several children crying together.

??The headmaster patrolling outside the window heard the loud cries from a long distance away. He suddenly thought that something happened, so he hurried over to find out what happened.

??He probed and saw that it was just a normal child crying, and found that it was Zhao Juan's class, and his eyebrows were frowned tightly.

?? He knew that the students who had just graduated from school were impatient. They had been teaching for three years, and they couldn't even coax a few children.

?? He reached out and knocked on the window frame severely, staring straight at her with sharp eyes, and his majestic face was full of dissatisfaction.

??Oops.

?? Zhao Juan's heart skipped a beat.

?? "Don't cry, everyone, the teacher will come back as soon as he has something to do."

??On the first day of school, the principal found out that all the children in her class were crying, and Zhao Juan felt a coldness in her heart.

?? Zhao Juan came to this school after graduation. Three years have passed, and this year there is finally a sign that she can become a full-time student.

?? She was very happy in her heart, but she was caught by the headmaster when she made such a fuss. Maybe the job of becoming a full-time employee might have to be postponed.

??The duck with its beak flew away, and Zhao Juan couldn't help feeling resentful towards the other protagonist of this matter.

?? Seeing his innocent look with a blank face, completely unaware of what happened, the soft words just now were gone.

?? He said unhappily: "You stand on the podium first. If there is no teacher, you are not allowed to sit down."

?? "Principal." Zhao Juan closed the door of the classroom, and shut the loud crying inside by the way: "Is there anything the school wants from me?"

?? "What's going on in your class? Why are there so many children crying on the first day?"

??The principal has been on the front line of educating the flowers of the motherland for many years. He is over middle-aged, and the hair on the top of his head is a little thin.

?? "Ms. Zhao, the school is still very sure of your teaching ability. I believe you can solve the problem well, right?"

?? If even such a small matter cannot be resolved, it seems that there is no need to talk about this matter after becoming a regular.

"Yes yes yes," Zhao Juan's heart tightened when she heard the principal's voice-over, and she smiled apologetically, "Thank you for the school's affirmation of me, I will work harder, and I will definitely live up to the trust of my parents and the school."

"Yeah." The principal glanced at the crying students inside, shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked away.

??The young people nowadays are unreliable in doing things.

Zhao Juan's face turned black behind her. She held back her anger, walked into the classroom and found a name from the roll call, "Gu Zhenran, sit in the back row of the classroom by yourself."

??The students in the class are even numbers, and they can all make up a pair, but obviously, none of the children are willing to sit with him.

?? Anyway, children are ignorant and don't remember things. Zhao Juan lost her scruples and became more and more impatient with him.

??The pretty Liu Yemei furrowed her eyebrows deeply, and said in a disgusted tone, "Clean yourself up before you come to school, and don't enter the classroom until you clean it up."

?? She understands that children like to play around, but there are not many who come to school with their own dirty body.

??The other children in the class, such as Chen Xiaobao, have small hands and white hands. They are tender and chubby. They are pleasing to look at and make people want to tease them.

?? But he is lucky, even the palms are black.

?? Teacher Zhao Juan was very resistant in her heart, and there was a bit of unconcealable disgust on her face.

??The thin body of the boy standing helplessly on the podium trembled, and the brilliant warm golden sunlight slanted in from the window, mischievously casting a narrow shadow on his face.

?? Half of his face was buried under the shadow of gloom, the little Gu Zhenran grasped the book in his hand, his ignorant eyes were full of confusion.

??Didn't you tell him to sit with Chen Xiaobao?

??He asked timidly: "Teacher, can I still sit with little friend Chen Xiaobao in the future?"

?? He has never played with children of the same age, but he likes to stay with children.

?? He likes to listen to them talk, and envies their good-looking smiles.

??If I have a father, my mother will not always be in a bad mood, so I should be like them, right?

?? "Who wants to sit with you, you are so dirty, don't sit here!"

?? Before Zhao Juan could speak, Chen Xiaobao suddenly raised his hand and wiped his nose with his sleeve, then ran over and pushed him to the ground.

?? There was a dull sound of the body falling to the ground, Gu Zhenran was undefended, and was pushed by Chen Xiaobao staggered, and the back of his head hit the floor with a bang.

??He felt dizzy for a while, and his small body fell to the ground without moving for a long time.

??Chen Xiaobao was dumbfounded.

?? He looked at the person who fell to the ground with his eyes closed, and then at his hands that became greasy after pushing the other person.

Another loud cry, this time with snot bubbles: "Mom, I'm going home, I don't want to go to school anymore."

??Obviously he was pushed to the ground, why did the other party cry?

?? Hearing loud crying again, Gu Zhenran barely opened his eyes, puzzled.

??Chen Xiaobao thinks he is dirty?

??He looked at himself in a daze, and then at the other brightly dressed and neatly dressed children in the class. It seemed that he hadn't discovered the difference between everyone until now.

?? He blushed, sat up and put his little black hands behind his back, with a look of embarrassment.

??he did not do it on purpose……

?? "I told you to sit in the back and you just sit in the back. Why are you asking so many questions?" I was so annoyed that I couldn't understand people's words, "Go and sit down, the teacher is about to start class."

?? Zhao Juan put on the majesty of the teacher: "No one is allowed to cry anymore. The children who don't cry will be rewarded with a little red flower. Whoever cries again will not be the teacher's favorite child."

??Children have a natural convincing power to what the teacher said, and the little red flower in Zhao Juan's hand, which represents praise and approval, is even more flocked to by everyone.

??As soon as the little red flower magic weapon was sacrificed, the other children in the class gradually stopped crying.

"I want little red flowers too," Chen Xiaobao choked on his nose, "I'm a good boy."

?? "Don't cry, Xiaobao, go back and sit down in class obediently. The teacher will give Xiaobao two little red flowers, okay?"

"Okay." Chen Xiaobao held two bright red flowers in his hands, and grinned triumphantly.

??Other children only have one little red flower, but he has two. He wants to go back and tell his parents that he is the teacher's favorite child in the class!

?? "The teacher still has me and me, and I didn't cry."

??The other children who didn't get the little red flower couldn't wait to urge them.

?? "Okay, everyone has it." Zhao Juan was very satisfied, she stepped off the podium and distributed the little red flowers one by one.

?? "Why are you still here?" Zhao Juan came down from the classroom, and the other party was still sitting on the podium without moving.

?? Ignoring the movement of the other party's Baba watching her hand, she pointed to the farthest corner at any time: "You will sit there from now on."

?? He didn't cry, but he didn't have little red flowers.

??No children are willing to play with him, even the teacher doesn't like him.

??"it is good."

?? After a while, a muffled and hoarse voice rang out.

??The voice of a six-year-old child should be clear and bright, even more mellow and melodious than a lark in the morning, but this low voice is as weird as a dry traveler walking in the desert without water.

??It seems that the next second will fall due to the heavy blow of life.

??Zhao Juan frowned again. She hadn't noticed just now. Why is this student so weird?

??The children in the classroom started making trouble again, and Zhao Juan's attention was immediately drawn away. Thinking of what the principal had just said, she patiently coaxed others.

??In the bright classroom, a gray shadow hung its head, quietly got up from the ground, and walked slowly to the end of the classroom.

??The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I've let everyone down by disappearing without a word for so long.

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?? It’s not that it’s a misfortune, it’s a sudden change, one is because the mentality exploded at the time, and I’ve been autistic for a long time, so I almost decided to stop writing, and the other is that I abused myself when I was writing the outline of the previous life, and I cried as soon as I wrote it Speechless, can't write...

??Ming people don't speak dark words. When they just sketched out the outline, they couldn't hold back their red eyes.If you can't watch abuse, remember to skip it in your previous life.

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