The whole school is waiting for my confession

After the happy Christmas passed, troubles followed.

Bai Juan chatted with Jiang Qingyan for most of the night last night, and was woken up not long after falling asleep.

The retribution for staying up late will come soon—Bai Juan sleeps unconscious the next day, and arrives late for an unprecedented time.

When Bai Juan hurriedly shouted the report, the sound of reading all over the room stopped instantly, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him.

The class teacher knocked heavily on the table: "What are you doing? Read out the voice! Didn't eat breakfast!" As she spoke, her sharp eyes swept over her.

Bai Juan froze, and the three or four students standing by the door winked at him, and said in a breathy voice: "Teacher Dong is in a particularly bad mood today."

Bai Juan thought to himself, he was really unlucky, why did he hit the gun.

The homeroom teacher's heels tapped the ground, Bai Juan looked at his watch, even though he was in such a hurry that he didn't even eat breakfast, he was still 10 minutes late.

I thought I was going to be scolded, but the head teacher frowned at Bai Juan, "Why are you late today, are you feeling unwell?"

Amiable but with a hidden knife in his smile.

It's a pity that Bai Juan didn't understand the steps given by the class teacher: "Teacher, I don't feel sick. I just overslept."

The class teacher said: "That must be staying up all night to do the questions..."

Bai Juan interrupted in a low voice: "Teacher, I didn't stay up late to do the questions."

Although Bai Juan, who was too honest, made the head teacher dumb for a while, some people in the classroom couldn't hold back their laughter.

The homeroom teacher still fired at the others: "What are you laughing at? You will recite it?"

Teacher Dong cleared his throat and turned to Bai Juan: "Next time, pay attention to the time."

Bai Juan nodded obediently, consciously lined up at the end of the penalty line at the door, took out a book from his schoolbag and began to read.

Bai Juan's stay in this row was really out of place, the cold wind was blowing on both sides, and Bai Juan's hands holding the book were frozen stiff, but he still couldn't stop Bai Juan from yawning sleepily.

Teacher Dong patrolled the class twice, and seemed to feel that her favorite student was too humble to be punished by standing at the door, so she went out again and pardoned: "It's too cold today, everyone go in and study. But don't make an exception."

Other students who were fined to blow cold wind at the door for half the class said: ... You just said that.

The students who watched the teacher's face-turning performance at close range expressed their gratitude to Bai Juan.

After entering the classroom, Bai Juan became the teacher's key caretaker. Even though his cold and dangerous gaze wandered back and forth, Bai Juan couldn't stop his eyelids from twitching.

Finally, the homeroom teacher put his hand on Bai Juan's shoulder and motioned to go out for a chat.

Ma Zhile looked at Bai Juan's frail back, feeling quite desolate as if the other party wanted a sheep into a tiger's mouth.

"I was late once in a while, and I was caught by the teacher for ideological education. It's miserable."

"However, Baishen usually has a strict schedule like a robot, so he will be late, which is strange." Another person said.

"That said, the robot will break down too. But I'm more curious about what Baishen is doing, so sleepy in the morning."

The class teacher is also very curious.

Bai Juan entered the office, and all his sleepiness disappeared at the moment. This was the first time he was called out for doing something wrong, and he couldn't lift his head guiltily: "Teacher, there will be no next time."

Teacher Dong did not blame, but cared: "How is your study status recently?"

Bai Juan nodded: "It's good." It's not that he doesn't know the head teacher's swift and resolute methods, but now that he is so uncharacteristically, he feels a little uneasy.

"Is there any problem? Is the study pressure too great?"

Bai Juan: "No problem, teacher, I just have something to do, so I slept late last night."

Bai Juan didn't want to tell a lie, but he couldn't tell the reason directly, so the rhetoric seemed even more mysterious.

"I feel that you have not been in a good state of study recently. You must tell the teacher what happened, do you understand?"

Bai Juan nodded.

He and the class teacher looked at each other in silence for ten seconds, and Bai Juan felt that he should say something: "Thank you teacher for your concern, I think I am in good condition."

The teacher in charge hesitated to speak: "That's fine, you just need to be a little bit more modest."

Bai Juan stood up to leave, but was stopped again.

"The teacher wants to ask, are you in love?"

Bai Juan staggered: "Teacher, I don't have one."

"Oh, fine, the teacher is just asking casually, it's fine if you don't have one. The most important thing for you at this stage is to study, and I believe you know it very well." The teacher sent Bai Juan away with a wave of his hand.

Although the parties concerned don't care, there are some people who worry about them.

Jiang Qingyan has been going her own way for several days. Although the situation has not intensified, it has reached the point where no one in this school knows about this person.

The title of school bully sits firmly.

Speaking of him means "the family has a background, does not obey the rules, cannot be provoked, and is handsome".

Although it's not very good, I have to admit that with the blessing of appearance, the first three words that were not very positive immediately turned waste into treasure.

What's more, some enthusiastic classmates clarified some rumors for him, but how effective it is is a matter of opinion.

In math class, Lao Chen was eloquent, and the writing on the blackboard was changed several times.

Often when I look up, the blackboard is full, and when I look up again, the blackboard is empty again.

It seems that time is traveling back and forth.

Jiang Qingyan listened quite seriously, mainly because of the classroom interaction, only Jiang Qingyan was left, and the rest of the students slept soundly, doubting life doubting life.

The teacher assigned a class exercise, took a sip of hot water to moisten his throat, but suddenly heard a strange laughter in the silence.

Teacher Chen adjusted his glasses, and his sharp eyes fixed on him.

With his hands behind his back, he arrived at Liu Bufan's side with lightning in two or three steps, and captured the stolen goods in one fell swoop.

When the phone was stolen, Liu Bufan didn't even have time to lock the screen.

The sleeping classrooms around him instantly came to life.

Liu Bufan was stunned, his hands froze in the desk, he came back to his senses, and quickly tried to save the phone: "Teacher, listen to my explanation, it's not what you imagined."

"You explain." Teacher Chen looked at him coldly.

"That, actually, is the mobile phone's first move."

Liu Bufan scratched his head.

"Oh! That's it, then this phone is useless, I'll keep it for you. I'll settle the score with you after class." Teacher Chen was vicious.

Liu Bufan smiled wryly: "Don't, teacher, save a way out."

The phone page was too dazzling, and Mr. Chen still caught a few glances: "The Internet is not a place outside the law..." He read out.

The whole room roared with laughter, and Jiang Qingyan who was beside him also gave him a thumbs up.

Teacher Chen patted Liu Bufan on the head: "Math class is not a place outside the law. Do the questions quickly, and you will be the first to answer later."

Jiang Qingyan secretly poked and whispered: "Okay, you are more courageous than me."

Liu Bufan said: "It should be done for the brothers."

Once anonymous, everyone becomes a warrior.

"What are you doing? You're still outside the law." Jiang Qingyan didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Don't whisper! Make your own!" Old Chen landed a piece of chalk on Jiang Qingyan's table with precision, and Jiang Qingyan smiled at the podium.

Taking advantage of the teacher's inattention, Liu Bufan took Jiang Qingyan's textbook and wanted to copy the answer, but Jiang Qingyan's textbook was as clean as his own.

"Why don't you do it? You can't do it, can you?"

Jiang Qingyan pointed to her head: "It's all here, it's still troublesome to write."

Liu Bufan: "...if you don't write it, how can I copy it."

"The answer is 3."

"why?"

Jiang Qingyan: "It's not that I look down on you, you don't understand me when I tell you."

Although Teacher Chen on the stage felt that he should respect the privacy of the students, it was difficult to hold back his curiosity.

He thought to himself, this is also a deep understanding of the students, so he swiped the page.

The world of young people is indeed difficult to understand. Mr. Chen looked at it for a long time with his glasses on. Even though it was all in Chinese, he still couldn't understand it.So he wrote down the webpage and continued with the class first.

After returning to the office, he locked Liu Bufan's mobile phone in his drawer, and it was only during his lunch break that he remembered such a thing again.

So he found out the URL in a serious spirit, and then looked at the post while Baidu used those words that were too trendy.

After working so diligently for a long time, I still had little effect, and was finally rescued by a teacher in the same office.

This teacher is a new trainee teacher. He has been listening to lectures for the past few days, and occasionally helps correct homework. He is enthusiastic and lively.

Seeing Teacher Chen as if he needed help, she took the initiative to step forward.

Teacher Chen explained the cause and effect in this way, and the intern teacher expressed his understanding, thinking: The teacher has a lot to worry about.

The intern teacher, who is proficient in Internet language, explained the general meaning to the other party while flipping through the post.

"The kids nowadays are really interesting, and it's not possible to make it up like this, to blow this Jiang Qingyan so much."

She didn't notice the face of the teacher on the opposite side getting darker and darker: "If there was such a poor student, he would have been expelled long ago. What age is it, how can he be so open and special."

"What's more, what kind of teacher can teach such students, tsk tsk."

Teacher Chen:……

"Jiang Qingyan is my student."

The intern teacher didn't know who was more embarrassed, herself or Teacher Chen. She opened her mouth for a long time to save the situation: "Well, it's your student with a full personality, but I think there must be something else hidden!"

Teacher Chen: "It's okay, I didn't teach well."

The trainee teacher just wants to piss off now: "I see that the post said that the students themselves are very stubborn, how can the teacher be blamed, not to mention that there are too many true and false things now, I don't think it is credible."

Teacher Chen: "He is indeed quite disobedient, and he is right about being naughty. But his heart is not bad, it is indeed a nonsense."

Intern teacher: "Let me just say it. I see that there are many people replying to this post. Regardless of whether it is true or false, it is a matter of quality. For example, the poster said "Am I more handsome today?" You need teachers to educate you well.”

Teacher Chen: "This is my student too." He saw the account Liu Bufan used.

Intern teacher: ...What a coincidence.

Teacher Chen: ...Suddenly feel like a failure.