God level cram school

Sun Xiaolei is 14 years old this year, a student in the first grade of junior high school.

"Ting Chenglu" records that Sun Xiaolei lived in the countryside with his grandparents before he was 4 years old. His parents worked hard in the city all year round and failed to bring him with him.

Bad luck came to him when he was four years old, and his grandparents passed away one after another. He was also taken home to live with his parents who could only see each other twice during the New Year and holidays.

Sun Xiaolei's father, Sun Qiang, has a quick temper and a violent temper. He always insists on the idea of ​​a filial son under the stick. If children are disobedient, they will fight with fists and kicks.Sun Xiaolei's mother often quarreled with her husband for this reason, and there was a rift in the relationship between the two of them for a while, but they failed to make any substantial changes.

Sun Xiaolei was diagnosed with mild ADHD when he was 7 years old. After taking medicine for a period of time, his condition was under control.But since he was promoted to junior high school, with the arrival of adolescence, this rebellious and uncontrollable situation has intensified, and now he is wandering on the edge of bad society youth.

"This is a big problem!" Lu Weiyu couldn't help rubbing his temples.

The little secretary spoke up, "Shang Xiaoba is done, there is no problem with this, he is just a mortal!"

Lu Weiyu didn't answer, but his brows became more and more wrinkled. It's more difficult to deal with it as a mortal. If you just don't like to study, it's easy to deal with. If it involves childhood shadows and some obstructive diseases, you need more professional methods to intervene.

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Get up the next day.

Teacher Duan is officially on duty.

Principal Lu naturally complied with the conditions of food and housing. The breakfast was quite rich, with millet porridge, boiled eggs, fried bean sprouts and some pickles.

The three of them sat around the dining table, and the picture was unexpectedly harmonious.

Shang Xiaoba drank half of the rice porridge from the rice cooker and ate four eggs, with oil hanging from the corner of his mouth, his big eyes looked up and blinked, "Lu Lu, I'm done eating!"

Lu Weiyu's face was livid, "I told you not to be called Lu Lu." With such a large appetite, the 800 yuan for board and lodging is really going to be a loss!

"Oh, Principal Lu." Shang Xiaoba obediently rubbed his belly and sat down, "Principal Lu, Teacher Duan, will brother Xuanmu come to class today?"

Lu Weiyu sighed, with a helpless look on his face, he raised his hand to wipe off the rice grains stuck to the corner of Xiao Ba's mouth, and said, "Xuan Mu only signed up for one basketball class, and it will take two days."

When Shang Xiaoba learned that he would have to wait two days to meet his idol, he was a little depressed, his eyes were lowered, and the sides of his mouth were bulging like a bun.

Lu Weiyu couldn't bear to see this kid who was 200 years older than himself sad, so he quickly comforted him: "You can go there together when we are in class."

Shang Xiaoba immediately opened his mouth and laughed: "Xiaoba also wants to learn basketball!" Although he doesn't know what basketball is, since Brother Xuanmu wants to learn, it must be something very good.

Shang Xiaoba has a heroism complex since he was a child, and has worshiped Yang Xuanmu for a hundred years. He has been looking forward to one day being able to follow in the footsteps of his idol, and now his wish has finally come true.

During the morning, Duan Mingze taught Shang Xiaoba. The two of them used a small classroom alone, and the door was closed. The teaching process was kept very secret.

Although Lu Weiyu was also very curious, he thought that after all, it was someone else's unique skill, and it was not easy to peep at it.After joining in the education and training circle, the courseware and teaching methods are relatively confidential. The previous school was approached because it only used some reading materials from other schools, and finally the compensation was settled.

Of course, Lu Weiyu was not idle all morning.

Now that we have decided to keep these two people, we need to plan the residence. We can't always ask Duan Mingze to sleep on the floor and Xiao Ba to sleep with him.

Lu Weiyu alone moved out the desks and chairs that Duan Mingze slept in yesterday's classroom, put them in a separate attic, moved out the folding bed in the storage room, and arranged them. The size is more suitable for Xiaoba to sleep in.

Duan Mingze's bed has not been settled yet...

After thinking about it, I finally contacted a friend who specializes in second-hand home appliances and furniture, and sent me a bed.

When Dian Sanlu stopped at the school gate, it happened that Duan Mingze took Xiao Ba to get out of class.

Lu Weiyu greeted Duan Mingze, saying that he had invested heavily for the welfare of the employees. Duan Mingze saw that he was sweating profusely, and there was half of the classroom that had been cleaned up, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

Feeling a little touched, he followed downstairs, and then saw the spring single bed on Dian Sanlu that had been dismantled into several parts and had rust.

The man who delivered the goods was familiar with Lu Weiyu, he patted his goods, and said with a smile: "It definitely meets your standards, a big man who can sleep 1.8 meters five, and the price is guaranteed to be our most..."

"Ah...the price is not a problem!" Lu Weiyu hurriedly blocked the man's last sentence. In fact, he regretted a little after seeing the real thing. If he knew that he would send a photo first, he just asked for a lower price. But I didn't expect the quality of the goods to be so poor, "That... Brother Zhang, do you still have this bed..."

Before Lu Weiyu finished speaking, Duan Mingze had already stepped forward, raised his hand and directly lifted the rusty spring bed out of the shelf, rolled up half of his sleeves, and the beautiful muscle lines on his arms were tense.

"Hey, let's change it." Lu Weiyu became more and more embarrassed.

"Principal Lu is willing to take him in, it's already very good." Duan Mingze said it calmly, but it always makes people feel that there are too many hidden undercurrents in his shallow smile.

In the end, Lu Weiyu couldn't screw him, so he had to follow him to carry the creaking spring bed upstairs.

After setting it up, Lu Weiyu took the initiative to bring a basin brush and a small towel, and squatted there silently to clean up all the dust that could be wiped off the surface.

In the end, I also volunteered a [-]% new bed sheet to cover the surroundings of the bed, making it look less shabby.

After finishing all the work, I realized that I was sweating all over. Duan Mingze had been standing quietly at the side, with the light behind him, so he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

"It's all done, just get out of the bed." Lu Weiyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, seeming to forget that he was the principal, and patted the spring bed with a frank and sincere face.

Duan Mingze nodded: "Thank you, I will do the rest myself."

The guilt in Lu Weiyu's heart eased a little, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he left with a basin in his hand.

It wasn't until his back disappeared at the door that Duan Mingze looked away, went to the bed and sat down.His slender fingers touched the rusty edge of the bed, and he slowly closed his eyes. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't tasted the taste of sleep. When life is infinitely extended, time becomes meaningless, and pain Being infinitely magnified...

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After lunch, Shang Xiaoba watched cartoons for a while according to the routine of elementary school students, and then went to take a nap.

Lu Weiyu was going to go downstairs to improve the teaching plan he had made for Sun Xiaolei, because Sun Xiaolei's foundation was really poor, coupled with the bad seeds planted in his personality by his childhood experience, it was quite difficult.

Fortunately, Sun Xiaolei's childhood illness was not primary. It was caused by the adjustment of interpersonal relationships in the family and the excessive strictness of his father. It is a traumatic type, which is reversible.But in this case, the sooner you intervene, the better. It is difficult to adjust Sun Xiaolei's age.

It is recorded in "Ting Cheng Lu" that Sun Xiaolei usually lacks enthusiasm in doing things. From childhood to adulthood, he has hardly been able to complete a book, successfully participated in an activity, and answered a complete test paper. It can be said that he has a bad record.But there is another record in it. Sun Xiaolei has been very interested in "fighting robots" two years earlier, but he has never been taken seriously. My little robot can only be secretly hidden in the cabinet.

Having identified his weakness, Lu Weiyu first inserted a picture of a fighting robot as the background on his courseware, pretending to be interested in it.

Sure enough, Sun Xiaolei's impatient face suddenly changed when he saw the fighting robot in the background picture, and his back leaning on the chair straightened like a boneless one.

Lu Weiyu proceeded calmly, regardless of whether Sun Xiaolei understood or not, anyway, he has no plans to ask Sun Xiaolei to learn any knowledge points back today.

"The school requires you to recite this text. It's a bit long, but it's easy to understand." Lu Weiyu flipped through the slides quickly.

Sun Xiaolei suddenly couldn't sit still, "Wait!"

"What's wrong?" Lu Weiyu pretended not to know.

Sun Xiaolei stared at a fighting robot in the corner of the screen for a while, then pretended to be indifferent and scratched his nose, "It's okay."

"Oh." Lu Weiyu continued lecturing until the end of the half-hour review of this week's knowledge points. Lu Weiyu flipped through more than 50 slides, each of which was decorated with a small picture of a fighting robot.

Sun Xiaolei didn't say anything, but his eyes were extremely focused, although the focus was not on the text.

Until the end of get out of class, Sun Xiaolei did not take the initiative to bring up the matter of fighting robots, but his attitude towards Lu Weiyu was obviously much more relaxed than before.

He also wrote a few strokes for several assignments smoothly, and the rest of the questions were really difficult for him to do at his current level. Lu Weiyu directly explained the questions to him briefly, and then asked him to write the answers on them.

"Let's end here today." Lu Weiyu glanced at the time, there was still half an hour before the normal end of get out of class.

Sun Xiaolei was a little surprised, but he didn't speak. He slid the papers on the table into his schoolbag, and was about to go out.

Lu Weiyu said, "Let's wait. If you leave school early, it will be difficult for the teacher to explain."

Sun Xiaolei's footsteps stopped, and he didn't know if it was because he found out that this teacher had the same hobbies as himself, or because this sentence made him feel that the other party was on his side psychologically, so he actually left obediently Go back and sit down again.

Lu Weiyu left school early, naturally he wanted to use his previous article as a foreshadowing to communicate with him as soon as possible. No one knows if we will meet again next week, whether this "enthusiasm" is still there.

To his great surprise, when he mentioned the current domestic and foreign technologies, competitions, etc. of fighting robots, Sun Xiaolei's expression changed, but he didn't have any intention of communicating.

Communication is the best way to solve problems. If a person refuses to communicate with the outside world, then more and more things will be deposited in his heart, which will be difficult to relieve, like a drug, which will burst out one day.

Until Sun Xiaolei was picked up by his parents, Lu Weiyu couldn't find a good breakthrough, so he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

"What, the class is not going well?" Duan Mingze took Shang Xiaoba downstairs, and the two of them each held a bottle of special yogurt in their hands. They seemed to be in a good mood, especially Shang Xiaoba. The box was cherished and licked left and right, refusing to throw it away.

Lu Weiyu sighed, for his teaching, but also for his yogurt.

Before Lu Weiyu could complain, the school door was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman walked in.

Lu Weiyu hurried up to meet him and greeted him, "Hello."

The women are all well-dressed, wearing famous brands, with a hint of pickiness in their eyes, "Here is teaching composition for junior high school students?"

Lu Weiyu still maintained a polite smile, "Yes, composition is our main subject."

"I heard that you are teaching well." The woman's tone was arrogant, and even the compliment was condescending, making people very uncomfortable.

"Thank you for the compliment." The corners of Lu Weiyu's mouth sank slightly, "Do you want to enroll your child?"

"Yeah, I just moved to the back building area, and I want to pick a composition class that is closer. Where are your teachers here? Do you have a teacher qualification certificate? How old are you, and do you have any experience?" A woman's question Throwing out like a cannonball, although they are all necessary information that should be known, but being asked by her like an interrogation makes people feel uncomfortable.

The smile on Lu Weiyu's face gradually disappeared, but he still patiently introduced some of the school's situation, and also specially emphasized some remarkable achievements he had made in his composition teaching career.

"Then how many students are there in a class now? How much is the tuition?"

Just as Lu Weiyu was about to answer, another woman trotted into the house wearing high heels, "Oh my sister, can you do it? I saw your car parked at the door, why did you come here!"

The woman was surprised: "Didn't you ask me to come here?"

The woman in high heels frowned and stomped her feet, Lu Weiyu was afraid that her thin and high heels would break and sprain her feet.

"I pointed you to the one across the street! Oh, I shouldn't have gotten out of the car to go shopping. Look at you, you dare to go anywhere." After the last sentence, the woman in high heels lowered her voice, but Lu Weiyu Still heard it.

Without any explanation, the woman in high heels grabbed her sister's arm and walked outside, muttering, "Yesterday, someone in the group said, this place can't do it!"

Lu Weiyu's face was full of embarrassment, he was a little dazed at first, but after he realized it, his face turned pale.

And just when the two women pushed the door to get out, they suddenly felt a strong force, and the door in their hands seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

At some point, Duan Mingze had already appeared by the door, with one hand resting lightly on the doorknob, slightly lowered his eyes and did not look directly at the two women.

"You... what are you doing?" The woman in high heels was taken aback. Although the man in front of her was very handsome, he exuded a frighteningly cold aura, which made her tremble psychologically for no reason.

"I've been asking for so long, I always have to say thank you." Duan Mingze's voice was deep and low, and he slashed across the eardrums like a sharp knife, and the two women couldn't help but clenched their fists.

Lu Weiyu wanted to go forward to smooth things over, but Duan Mingze's suddenly raised eyes fixed him with undeniable gaze.

"Thank you...thank you." The woman tremblingly opened her mouth, feeling unwilling.

"Not to me."

The woman felt that her neck was stiff, and it took all her strength to turn around, and said to Lu Weiyu, "Thank you, I'm sorry...you."

Lu Weiyu also wanted to quickly end this situation, so he nodded to accept it.

The force on the door receded, and the two women pushed the door eagerly, as if escaping from the gate of hell, and ran back to the car without daring to breathe.

·

After they left, Lu Weiyu managed to hold up a smile: "Thank you, it's getting late, I'll go upstairs to prepare dinner for you." After speaking, he turned around and was about to go upstairs.

Duan Mingze stretched out his long arms, blocking the way, Shang Xiaoba became Duan Mingze's puppy dog ​​after he recognized his master, when he saw his master blocking someone, he rushed up and hugged Lu Weiyu's thigh.

"What are you two doing?" Lu Weiyu almost laughed angrily.

Duan Mingze put his hand on Lu Weiyu's shoulder, exerting a little force, "Don't worry about what happened just now, together, we will definitely be able to run the school well."

"……Oh."

"If there is any problem, let's solve it together. Although Xiaoba is small, he is a god after all, and his ability is greater than we imagined."

Hearing Duan Mingze praise himself, Shang Xiaoba raised his proud little chin.

A smile appeared on Lu Weiyu's face, looking at the big and small in front of him, the cloud that had been entrenched in his heart seemed to have dissipated a lot, "Okay, I see."

So the three of them went upstairs to cook together, during which Lu Weiyu introduced Sun Xiaolei's situation to Duan Mingze.

"In other words, you think this child's problem is actually bigger on the psychological level, and all of this was formed during his childhood." Duan Mingze said.

Lu Weiyu said: "Yes, he returned to his parents when his grandparents died when he was four years old. When he was a child, he changed from his guardian grandparents who were always by his side to parents who didn't have much affection. This influence can be large or small, but it also happens that the absence of his father's education method has amplified this influence."

Duan Mingze was thoughtful, and then said: "Does that mean that if we can repair his childhood, maybe he can open his heart to you?"

Lu Weiyu took the cooked eggplant out of the pot, "Theoretically it should be possible, but technically it is very difficult to achieve."

Duan Mingze smiled and pointed to Shang Xiaoba who was lying on the table, drooling over the scrambled eggs.

Lu Weiyu didn't understand: "What's wrong?"

Duan Mingze said: "Mirage dragons are born with the ability to create illusions among the gods, and they are not just to confuse the eyes in a narrow sense. They can confuse the real and charm the mind."

Lu Weiyu seemed to realize something, "That is to say..."

Duan Mingze said: "That is to say, as long as you feed him enough, you can tell him to create a fantasy dream for Sun Xiaolei."