After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

No.20 who wants to divorce for six days.

The first thing An Rao did after leaving the company was to go to a nearby bookstore to buy old elementary school textbooks that were recycled. From the first grade to the sixth grade, 72 books for six subjects cost a total of seven yuan.

He weighed the textbook in his hand, it was very heavy, but ten yuan for so many books was not worth it.

Now baked sweet potatoes cost five yuan each.

The sorrow of knowledge.

After returning home, he made himself a cup of coffee in a hurry, turned on the desk lamp, spread the Chinese books of the first grade volume one on the table, and put the notebook on it.

The last time I worked so hard was during the college entrance examination.

Although it was very simple knowledge in the first grade, he took it seriously and didn't even notice that Chu Guannan appeared at the door.

Chu Guannan returned home after finishing all filming, and saw An Rao fighting at night as soon as he entered the bedroom.

"What are you looking at?" Chu Guannan asked casually, taking off his coat.

An Rao didn't raise his head: "Textbooks."

Hearing what he said, Chu Guannan walked over to take a look, and was a little puzzled: "Primary school textbooks?"

"Well, the company sent me to teach." In the middle of speaking, An Rao realized that Chu Guannan had returned.

He got up quickly: "Husband, why are you back? Are you hungry? I'll go and prepare something for you."

"No need, I drank wrapping wine with the crew."

An Rao leaned close to his chest and smelled it, and sure enough there was a faint smell of alcohol.

Chu Guannan raised his hand and gently pushed him aside: "Don't get so close."

An Rao secretly rejoiced, is he already tired of himself? Is it possible to get a divorce soon!

Chu Guannan took off his coat and went to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at his slightly drunken expression. After a long while, he raised his hand and pulled the skirt of his shirt to smell it.

The smell is quite strong.

Did he smell it?

When returning to the bedroom after taking a shower, Chu Guannan stopped at the door, opened his clothes and sniffed again.

It should be tasteless.

After entering the door, An Rao was still studying the elementary school textbooks, Chu Guannan went to bed, looking at his thin back, he suddenly didn't know where to put his eyes.

There was a long silence, trying to cover up the embarrassment with accusations.

"Not enough teaching teachers? How can I let you go?"

An Rao was so absorbed that he didn't listen carefully to what he asked, and just said "hmm" casually.

"When to set off."

"It's just..." An Rao still didn't listen carefully.

Chu Guannan took a deep breath slowly, his body collapsed, staring at An Rao's back.

Under his black silk-like hair tail is half of a white and slender neck. When he first debuted and before everyone screamed, the artist who was stamped "the most sexy neck" by the company himself never took a close look at him.

Chu Guannan moved his fingers, and suddenly reached for the severed neck——

After a long time, silently retracted and tightened.

An Rao only felt a chill down his back.

He picked up the textbook and turned off the desk lamp: "Go to bed early, I'll go to the study to read."

After the sound of footsteps disappeared from near to far, the world fell into a silent darkness.

It took An Rao two full days to relearn the contents of the six elementary school subjects from the first to the third grades from beginning to end, and he used up more than a dozen thick notebooks, all of which were densely packed with notes on relevant knowledge points he wrote down. .

He also made a classroom design for each class, from the introduction link to the explanation of knowledge points at a glance.

There is really no time, and the rest can only be reviewed while teaching.

On the day of departure, An Rao got up early in the morning, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he smelled the rich aroma of food in the air.

He went to the kitchen and found that Chu Guannan got up earlier than him and was busy frying eggs.

At this time, the cell phone rang, and the agent called and told him to go downstairs now, the company car had arrived.

He hurriedly washed up briefly, and opened the door with his suitcase.

"Wait a minute." Chu Guannan's voice appeared behind him.

An Rao untied the shoelaces and stuffed his feet into the shoes: "It's too late, you don't need to measure the sweater because it's very long."

"You don't need to measure." As he said so, Chu Guannan stubbornly pulled him back, holding fried eggs, grilled sausage, yogurt and whole wheat bread in his hand, "Leave after breakfast."

An Rao hurriedly tied his shoelaces: "It's really too late, let's do it next time."

After finishing speaking, he got up and just touched the doorknob with his hand——

The white and tender fried egg had a candy heart, and was pierced by a fork together with half a piece of sausage, and it was delivered to his mouth suddenly.

"Hey, eat quickly." Chu Guannan's expression was indifferent, but his tone was full of irresistible determination.

An Rao hesitated for a while, so he obediently opened his mouth and bit it.

The egg liquid fell down the lower lip, and was wiped clean by Chu Guannan with a paper towel.

"I'm leaving, see you in a month." An Rao was about to open the door again.

"Wait, take another bite." Chu Guannan frowned and called him to stop.

"It's too late if I don't eat." An Rao went out, hurried to the elevator, pressed the elevator and waited for the door to open.

Suddenly footsteps came from beside him.

Immediately, the boxed yogurt was stuffed into his pocket.

An Rao froze for a moment, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was exactly.

"It's cold in the mountains, so wear more clothes." Chu Guannan didn't have time to change his shoes, he was still in pajamas, he didn't care about the doors of his house, he stubbornly stood at the elevator entrance and waited until An Rao entered the elevator before returning home.

An Rao breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he boarded the car sent by the company, the manager Zhang Ze'an rushed over, carrying a large plastic bag in his hand.

"Here, take it." He stuffed the bag into the car.

It's full of snacks.

"So much, I can't eat it." An Rao said.

"It's not for you. I ran into Sun Wei from the company next door on the road just now. He was also sent to support education. He has a lot of intentions and prepared a few large boxes of snacks for the children. I don't have time to buy them. You can share them as much as possible."

Sun Yi?Is it the one at Lin Jingxi's birthday party?

There seems to be such a paragraph in the original text, Sun Wei went to support education, and finally he was named the top ten people who moved the motherland.But at that time, when the classmate mentioned this paragraph, they jumped up angrily, and scolded the author for trying hard to collect money. Who wants to see a male N number Guangzong Yaozu.

Maybe it's because the author thinks that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, and the virtues of the protagonist's friends can also highlight the general character of the protagonist.

An Rao stuffed the snacks back into Zhang Ze'an's hand: "I'm here to teach, not to give out snacks."

Zhang Ze'an stared at the bull's-eye and was furious: "Children just like snacks! After the volunteer teaching is over, there will be a selection of favorite teachers. If you don't bribe the children first, whoever chooses you as their favorite teacher."

Speaking of the selection, An Rao picked up his phone and looked at the voting.

Lin Jingxi has surpassed them by 260 million.

"Did you hear me?" Seeing that An Rao was looking at his phone, Zhang Ze'an was furious and pushed the snacks into An Rao's arms.

An Rao raised his hand and threw the snacks out of the car window, his eyes impatient: "He is him and I am me, why do I have to learn from him, in case the child has a bad stomach or allergies, you are responsible?"

He didn't want to continue talking with Zhang Ze'an about unhealthy things, so he said to the driver: "Master, let's drive."

Through the rearview mirror, seeing Zhang Ze'an jumping angrily while carrying the snacks, he thought of his classmate.

Somewhat funny.

The Hope Primary School he went to this time is located on the edge of Jincheng, more than 100 kilometers away. Years, and now it is still the standard of living 20 years ago.

As soon as the car drove into the township, An Rao saw a car following closely behind, which was also a nanny car for the entertainment company.

The master felt that it was getting late, so he lowered the accelerator a little.

As a result, the car behind him seemed unconvinced, and passed his own car with a bang.

The honest and honest driver was still puzzled by Monk Zhang Er: "What is he doing so fast? It takes a lot of gas to climb the mountain."

Sure enough, when An Rao's car drove into the foot of the mountain, he saw the overtaking nanny car parked at the foot of the mountain. The driver looked annoyed, and beside him stood Sun Wei, who pointed at the driver's nose and scolded him as an idiot.

But the mountain road here is extremely difficult to walk, especially after it just rained, and there are mud and potholes everywhere, the master turned around embarrassedly:

"This kind of car really can't climb the mountains. There are still about seven kilometers away from Hope Primary School. Let me carry the suitcase for you and let's go up."

An Rao opened the car door and stepped into the mud.

He looked at the smoky mountain, closed the car door and said to the driver, "You don't have to worry about me, go back and rest early, and pick me up in a month."

"Can you do it yourself?" The master was not at ease.

An Rao looked back, and saw Sun Wei's assistant and the driver climbing up with a few big boxes, and Sun Wei followed behind with empty hands, his face full of displeasure.

An Rao smiled slightly: "It's okay, adults must learn to be independent."

Seeing An Rao from a distance, Sun Yi suddenly raised his legs and rushed up, just like the posture of overtaking just now, brushing An Rao's side and running in front of him.

An Rao was carrying the suitcase, and there was a muddy mountain road under his feet. He walked very slowly. He couldn't climb too fast at the beginning of the seven-kilometer mountain road, otherwise he would be paralyzed at the end.

Sun Yi turned around and said with a sarcasm: "An Yu, I heard from Jingxi that when you recorded the show, you climbed halfway up the mountain road and you can't do it? It seems that your waist is not good, unlike us, it's easy."

He even twisted his hip proudly.

An Rao thought in his heart that Lin Jingxi was quite good at turning black and white.

He raised his head and smiled at Sun Shi: "I'll give you a piece of advice, you can crawl slowly at the beginning and preserve your energy."

Sun Wei put his hands in his pockets very chicly, he curled his lips disdainfully: "Don't make excuses, just make up for your weak waist, and send you two bottles of Shenbao tablets?"

An Rao shrugged, carrying the suitcase and continuing to walk slowly.

Sun Yi rode Juechen and disappeared from An Rao's sight in the blink of an eye.

When he climbed almost one-third of the mountain road, he saw a dead fish lying on a big rock panting heavily.

Seeing An Rao approaching, Sun Wei hurriedly tried to get up, but his whole body was weak, so he straightened up and then fell back, like a little bastard.

An Rao had already bypassed him, but then suddenly turned back, with a clean face and fine teeth, babbling:

"There are about three kilometers left, do you need to buy a bottle of Kidney for you?"

Sun Yi glanced at him, and met his smiling eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly waved his hands in a concealed manner: "Go away, don't bother me."

An Rao pointed to the endless mountain road in front of him: "Then I'll wait for you up there."

The more he went up, the more rugged the mountain road was. He clinging to the mountain wall and crossing the dangerous narrow road, An Rao still had to take care of Li VJ who was carrying the equipment behind him. Finally, after more than an hour, he saw a plain , in the middle stands an old white teaching building with a few large characters hanging on it:

Tugouba Hope Primary School.

Immediately, several plainly dressed teachers greeted them, speaking enthusiastically with a strong local accent:

"This is Teacher An, welcome!"

Teacher Ann?

It feels very delicate to say this title from the mouth of a stranger.

Several teachers surrounded An Rao to invite him into the school. As soon as the gate was opened, a group of elementary school students in different clothes ran out of the teaching building in two teams holding artificial flowers from the last century. Standing in two rows, shouting childishly:

"Welcome Teacher An to teach in Tugouba Hope Primary School!"

A pretty little girl ran up to An Rao with a bouquet of flowers, and welcomed him in substandard Mandarin.

Looking at this group of simple and honest children, with snot still hanging on their faces, they even lost two front teeth when they laughed.

An Rao raised the corner of his mouth, knelt down and patted the little girl's head: "Thank you."

The little girl blushed and laughed twice, then turned and ran back to the queue.

In the eyes of the simple children, this teacher from the big city is completely different from them. He is white and clean, he wears good-looking clothes, and has a gentle personality. Most of the children are full of joy when they see him at first sight.

The headmaster stood at the end of the line. Although he had pulled out the best clothes he could to welcome the stars from the city, he still felt that compared with the new teacher, he looked too shabby.

An Rao shook hands with the principal, exchanged greetings, and followed the principal to the faculty dormitory.

A row of low adobe houses, but they were cleaned very cleanly, and air-conditioning and TVs were installed inside.

When An Rao passed by other dormitories, he did not see any air conditioners.

The principal smiled honestly: "The main reason is that you are afraid that those from the city will not adapt to the climate here, so I asked someone to buy an air conditioner for you from the foot of the mountain."

Speaking of "you", An Rao realized that there seemed to be someone missing.

When Cao Cao arrived, Sun Wei and his assistant camera driver went through untold hardships and finally climbed up from the bottom of the mountain. Seeing the adobe house in front of him, Sun Wei was dumbfounded: "No way, living in this kind of place..."

The cameraman quickly winked at him, signaling him not to talk nonsense.

Sun Wei sighed helplessly, and put the luggage away.

The principal led them to familiarize themselves with the campus environment and walked on the sandy playground. They saw immature faces lying on the glass and looking curiously at the two new teachers.

The headmaster pushed the glasses, and the temples of the glasses were wrapped with tape a few times. With a slight push, he saw that they were about to fall apart.

"To be honest, the two of you are invited to come here, mainly because I hope you will help us publicize through your own star effect and attract the attention of people from all walks of life. Although the country allocates funds for poverty alleviation every year, there are too many students and we need a lot of teaching materials and equipment. We can’t even pay the teacher’s salary here, and we pay for it out of our own pockets to run the school, but our ability is really limited. The crops have not been harvested in the past two years, and I’m afraid that this school... will soon be unable to survive..."

An Rao felt very moved. The principal obviously couldn't bear it any longer, but he still squeezed money out of his teeth to buy them an air conditioner, taking care of their feelings as much as possible.

"And our teachers here are all multi-tasking, one person teaches several subjects, I don't know two..."

Sun Yi looked around the dilapidated elementary school impatiently, and said, "It's just a primary school subject, principal, you don't have to worry about it."

The headmaster rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "That's right, that's right, you guys from the city are better than us no matter what."

After visiting the school and tidying up the dormitory, the principal took the two of them to their professor's class to make an introduction.

Sun Wei had already mentioned the snacks he bought, compared with An Rao who was empty-handed, it seemed to be more humane.

Before entering the door, the principal said worriedly: "To be honest, this class is notoriously thorny in the school. Some parents... are still serving their sentences for committing crimes, and most of the students here are left-behind children without parental discipline. Temperament can be a bit irritable or introverted, so I hope you can give them as much patience as possible."

As soon as the door was opened, pairs of dusty eyes looked over instantly, and there seemed to be a strong sour smell in the classroom.

Compared with the group of students who lined up to welcome them at the school gate, the eyes of this group of children did not see a little light, nor did they have the innocence and kindness inherent in the eyes of children.

They slanted their eyes, and there were two blobs of blush on their dirty little faces, their skin was chapped, and some even put their legs on the table directly, with a haughty expression.

An Rao: Is this a passionate college?

"Students, this is our new teacher An and Teacher Sun. For the next month, the two teachers will be in charge of teaching you. Everyone should listen to the teacher and get along well."

After speaking, the principal signaled the two to come to the stage to introduce themselves.

Sun Wei took the lead, grabbed a handful of snacks and threw them at the students, yelling as if calling wheat: "I am Teacher Sun! Please eat snacks, and vote for me when the time comes!"

The classroom suddenly exploded. The children who seldom eat snacks seem to be thieves descending the mountain, yelling and yelling to grab snacks, and some follow the chairs to the table. The scene is chaotic like a market sale .

Some boys even quarreled over a packet of crispy noodles.

"Quiet, quiet!" the principal slapped the table above and yelled, but he still couldn't suppress the children's enthusiasm for snacks.

He pushed his glasses helplessly, and said to An Rao: "Mr. An, you should go up and introduce yourself first."

An Rao nodded, and strode up to the podium.

Only a few students put away their snacks and watched him quietly, most of them had already opened their snack bags, and the classroom was filled with the sound of chewing and clicking.

"Hi everyone, my name is An. You can call me Teacher An. I will live and study with you in the next month. I hope we can get along well."

The very stylized introduction was instantly buried in the whispers of the students.

"Aren't you going to give us snacks!" A boy suddenly stood up and asked loudly, without even addressing him.

An Rao smiled: "I'm here to teach, not to open a supermarket."

"That teacher gave us snacks, why didn't you give them!" the boy continued to yell relentlessly.

When Sun Yi heard this, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

An Rao's smile gradually faded, he raised his head, his eyes were serious: "First, I don't have this obligation, second, this is a classroom, there must be rules, third, snacks contain a lot of additives, eating too much will affect the body To develop, everyone should eat normally and eat less snacks."

Several boys laughed harshly, then turned to the other children and said:

"When the time comes, vote for Teacher Sun, not this man."

this man...

An Rao took a deep breath and continued to smile: "It doesn't matter, who you vote for is your right, I respect your choice."

"Teacher, what do you mean by rights?" A girl who seemed to be quite obedient asked.

"Rights are...what you enjoy according to the law, legal and reasonable, and not restricted by others. For example, you can vote for whoever you want, do whatever you want, and do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't endanger social order. do it."

The girl nodded in understanding.

The principal looked at the unruly students, shook his head helplessly, and said to the two: "It's getting late, let's go to class as soon as possible."

The first section is to arrange for Sun Yi to teach mathematics.

An Rao didn't leave, but looked in through the window in the corridor.

Sun Wei was born as a rapper, and he seemed to be born with social bullying. He didn't even bring his textbooks, and he talked on the podium, telling how he was topped in the TOP. I was stunned and stunned when I heard it below.

I thought it was time to start the class after bragging, but Sun Yi sat down on the chair and waved his hand:

"Come on, self-study!"

For children, self-study is no different from extracurricular activities. Some origami, some eat snacks, some sleep, and do everything, but there is no learning.

The students also feel that the teachers from the city are here to play with them. Is it important to study?The teachers don't think it's important, so why are they so busy.

Eighty-nine-year-old children are the most annoying time. They seem to feel that they are little adults, and they can go out and explore the world alone. They don't obey discipline at all, especially this group of people who have never been taught what is the right three views. child.

An Rao looked at the corridor for a long time, then shook his head.

The second period was An Rao's Chinese class. He arrived in the classroom 5 minutes before the class started, and saw the children surrounding Sun Wei to let him continue to tell his legendary past.

Sun Wei looked at An Rao who was alone and ignored, and spoke a little louder.

"Let me tell you, there are two types of stars like us, one is a talented player like me, teacher, who became popular when he debuted, and the other..."

He looked at An Rao and pushed his nose up.

"It's just that I can't do anything. I can only hug my thighs. I can't handle it when I ask for resources. In the end, I was sprayed like a sieve on the Internet."

He didn't intend to leave until the class bell rang, An Rao went over and reminded:

"This is my class, you can go."

Before Sun Shi could refute, the children were unhappy, and turned their heads to glare at An Rao: "We want to take Teacher Sun's class, you get out!"

Facing the uneducated child, even the VJ who followed the filming sighed helplessly.

An Rao strode onto the stage and put the books on the podium heavily: "Let's go to class!"

Although the voice was not loud, it exuded majesty, and the originally noisy classroom was instantly silent.

Sun Wei stood up and straightened his clothes, and waved to the children: "Ms. Sun is gone, come to my office after class to get some snacks from me."

In the warm farewell of the students, Sun Wei left the classroom arrogantly like a god.

An Rao took another deep breath and told himself not to get angry, they were still children, and the reason they were so angry was because no one taught them right and wrong.

He looked at the children, picked up a pen and wrote on the blackboard:

my dream.

He turned to look at the children, his long-strained serious expression finally melted into a loving smile.

"This class is a composition class, and the theme is called my dream."

The children looked at him in surprise.

"You may think that the future is very far away, but more than ten years are just a flick of a finger. Maybe you haven't seriously considered your dreams, so let me put the time closer. I want to ask you, what will happen in this month? , what is your dream that you want to realize?"

An Rao stepped down from the podium and handed the chalk to one of the children: "Now each student can write their own ideas on the blackboard at the back, and we will come back to see after a month. Has your dream come true? keep it up."

The first girl who got the chalk didn't seem to have thought about it. She stood facing the blackboard for a long time before writing the next sentence crookedly:

[I want a Barbie doll. 】

The following children, "I want to play football" and "I want to eat spicy strips", have everything, but none of them are related to learning.

A few even wrote "I want Teacher An to go", or directly expressed "Teacher An is a big shabi".

But in such a list of unintelligible dreams, a sentence appeared:

【I don't want my father to sit lao】

Typos and pinyin make up the dream of a nine-year-old child.

An Rao looked at the crooked small characters all over the blackboard, compared the dreams written by each child according to the seating chart, and quietly wrote them down in his notebook.

He raised his head: "You guys have finished writing your dreams within a month, so let me write about your dreams within a month."

An Rao picked up a pen and wrote a line of graceful and elegant characters on the blackboard:

[I hope that the students in our class can each improve by 5-10 points in the mid-term exam. 】

According to the principal, the average score of the children in this class is basically maintained at around [-] points, and they will pass, but if the few children who are really studying are excluded, the average score is only in the [-]s.

In the [-]s, for elementary school students in the city, it is basically the level of going home to be repaired.

But these children’s grandparents don’t care about how much they can get in the test. Anyway, after finishing junior high school according to the national regulations, they still have to come back to farm and feed pigs.

Therefore, this "dream" of An Rao is even slimmer to him than the chance of winning the national football championship.

After class, the composition was collected, and An Rao returned to the office with the notebook in his arms.

All the other teachers went to class, only Sun Wei was sitting in the corner playing with his mobile phone, yelling, "What kind of shitty place is this, there's no signal at all."

Seeing that An Rao came back holding the composition book, he came over and flipped through the book cheaply, and then let out a sneer:

"Aren't you too naive, my dream? What kind of dreams do these scumbags have? Even if they do, they still end up going home to raise pigs."

An Rao raised his head, with an unpredictable smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's good to raise pigs, and now you can make a lot of money by raising pigs."

Sun Yi rolled his eyes at him, sat back in the corner and continued to look for signals.

It was already noon after An Rao finished grading these typo-combined pinyin compositions, and the principal came over to deliver meals to them in person.

In the simple and deformed iron lunch box, there are chicken legs, vegetables, and delicious rice.

An Rao thinks the school meals are not bad.

It had just rained, and the office was a bit stuffy, so he wanted to go outside to get some fresh air, and to wash the lunch box after eating outside.

He walked downstairs slowly with his lunch box. As soon as he walked out of the office building, he saw rows of students sitting on the steps outside, with the principal in the middle.

Each student held a deformed and distorted iron lunch box in his hand.

An Rao planned to sit and eat with them, and make contact with each other by the way.

It's just that when he looked at the children's and the principal's lunch boxes, he suddenly found that there were only two kinds of food in their lunch boxes:

Clear water cabbage and dry rice.

An Rao was stunned for a moment, looking at the chicken legs in his lunch box, and then at the cabbage in the children's lunch boxes.

Seeing him coming, the principal hurriedly told the children to move aside to make room for An Rao, and warmly invited him to eat together.

An Rao was silent for a while, and asked, "Why do everyone eat cabbage, but I eat chicken drumsticks?"

The principal smiled: "I'm afraid that you urbanites won't be used to our food. Some parents heard that a new teacher is coming, so they killed chickens for you."

Such a sentence made An Rao feel that eating was tasteless.

How can I get out of my mouth.

He glanced at the child next to him, and saw that she was staring straight at the chicken legs in his lunch box.

An Rao pointed to the chicken leg and asked the little girl, "Do you want to eat?"

The little girl came back to her senses, bit her lower lip, smiled shyly and shook her head, and quickly buried her head in the rice.

An Rao was silent for a long time, got up and went to the kitchen, borrowed a kitchen knife, chopped the chicken legs and fresh vegetables into small pieces, returned to the children, and put the chicken legs into their lunch boxes one by one.

The principal quickly jumped out to stop him: "Don't, don't, don't! Teacher An, eat as you please, they are used to eating cabbage, and eating chicken drumsticks might make their stomachs bloated."

Seeing the children drooling at the chicken legs in the box, An Rao smiled and said:

"I don't eat chicken legs, I'm losing weight."

A little girl looked up at him and asked curiously, "Teacher, you are so thin, why do you want to lose weight?"

"Because I'm an artist and I often go on camera, you don't know, this brother's photography skills are poor, and he often takes pictures of me as a little fat pig." An Rao pointed to the VJ who was following him, "You don't want to see me like a little pig in the future." Jump around like a fat pig on TV."

VJ smiled helplessly, with relief in his eyes.

When the children heard this sentence, they immediately burst into laughter, and some children mischievously called him Mr. Piggy.

The principal smiled and nodded.

Smiling and laughing, the base of his nose felt sore, looking at the chicken drumsticks in his lunch box, he raised his hand to wipe his eyes quickly, and pulled the rice into his mouth vigorously.

The children ate and laughed, and the atmosphere was joyous.

At this time, Sun Shi came out with his own lunch box, with a displeased expression on his face.

He threw the lunch box into the sink, and more than half of the chicken drumstick rice inside was shaken out and stuck to the wall of the sink.

"What is it, a smell of earth, is this for people to eat?"

The headmaster hurriedly put down the lunch box and ran over with his back bent, embarrassed to ask: "What's the matter, Mr. Sun, are you not used to it?"

"I didn't mean you, we came all the way here, and you gave us this?" Sun Wei asked.

The principal looked embarrassed, rubbing his hands in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

An Rao didn't understand, it's good to have something to eat in this kind of place, he still thinks this and that, why didn't he starve to death?

An Rao stood up, walked quickly to Sun Wei, took out the lunch box from the sink and pushed it in front of him: "Don't waste it, eat."

Sun Wei pushed his hand away, raising his voice an octave higher: "None of your business! I brought self-heating rice, can I eat my own?!"

An Rao still didn't give in at all, his eyes were cold, and he said almost word by word: "I'll say it one last time, eat it."

Sun Wei laughed angrily, and rolled up his sleeves: "What, want to fight? Come on? I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

The children looked timidly at the two teachers who were at war with each other, and the fat and attractive big chicken leg in the lunch box, and quietly swallowed.

A college student who came over to teach at the side finally couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up and looked at Sun Wei, with the temperament and self-cultivation in his tone:

"Miss Sun, just eat it. You don't know that it's not easy to eat in this place. This chick is specially prepared for you by the parents who killed the hen that laid eggs at home. Even if you don't want to eat it, you can eat it in advance." Tell me, but you can’t throw it away like garbage, do you know that people here can only eat a meal of meat during the Chinese New Year?”

Sun Yi sneered: "What, moral kidnapping?"

An Rao said coldly: "Don't just learn a word and use it indiscriminately. We're talking about wasting food."

Seeing that he was outnumbered and An Rao was on the other side aggressively, Sun Wei rubbed his temples and snatched the lunch box from An Rao's hand:

"It's fine if I eat it, the dog is nosy with the mouse."

No matter how much An Rao insults him, as long as he eats up this bowl of rice, his goal will be achieved.

He smiled: "That's right, clean up your dirty sink after eating, and I'll check it later."

Sun Yi raised his eyes, his eyes filled with resentment.

At night, when the VJ was busy editing the video, An Rao rubbed his sore neck and leaned on the hard bed, sighing:

"I didn't expect being a teacher to be so tiring."

"Ham, it's like a mountain is separated from each other. We envy them two winter and summer vacations a year, and they envy us that we don't have to be babysitters for our children."

An Rao lay down tiredly, rubbed his fingers, and touched the composition text on the side table.

Take it and open it.

【my dream】

[I have a dream, that is to see my father again, but grandpa said that it is impossible for my father to come back. He did something bad, so he sat on the bench. I can’t imagine that my father did something bad. He obviously loves me so much. Bring me a Kendall. 】

[The new teacher told us to write about our dreams within a month, but will this dream come true? 】

An Rao put down the composition text and looked up at the dim light bulb above his head.

He got up suddenly: "Xiao Li, can you do me a favor and treat you to dinner when I go back."

Li VJ looked suspicious, always feeling that it was not a good thing...

Early the next morning, Li VJ hurried back and brought back a definite news.

Xiaojun's father was sentenced to life for murder.

"The reason for the murder."

Li VJ sighed and spoke eloquently.

He also said that when he asked the villagers about this matter, the villagers indiscriminately abused Xiaojun's father as a murderer. It is said that Xiaojun's family was bullied in the village because of this.

Wu Xiaojun was the little boy who asked An Rao why he didn't give them snacks when they first met.

An Rao stood at the door of the classroom, looking at the composition in his hand, with a dignified expression.

It's just that when he entered the classroom, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

The first sentence when I entered the door: "After reading the composition written by the students yesterday, the teacher thinks that you have written so well. I only regret that I have read too little. I don't know what words to use to praise you."

When the children heard this sentence, they looked at each other suspiciously.

This... This is the first time someone praised them for their good composition.

Former teacher: Haven't you learned the composition format?Haven't you learned the inheritance and transformation?

An Rao raised the composition in his hand: "Especially Wu Xiaojun's!"

His eyes were shining, and his excitement was palpable.

Wu Xiaojun froze for a moment, then pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Aww——" the students started booing, "The former Chinese teacher said he was a big idiot!"

An Rao walked off the stage with a smile, and gently put the composition in Wu Xiaojun's hands: "It's not a big fool, but a great writer, Xiaojun, can you read your composition to your classmates? Let everyone study it."

Wu Xiaojun's hands trembled, and he looked up at An Rao, but there seemed to be a trace of hatred in his eyes.

He suspected that the teacher wanted revenge and made him read the composition on purpose. He knew that his father was a murderer, but he still asked himself to read in front of so many classmates. It was not revenge.

Seeing that he didn't move, An Rao patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "It's okay, just read it out loud."

The students also booed from the sidelines, asking him to read it quickly. The noise was so loud that the roof was almost toppled over.

Wu Xiaojun gripped the composition text tightly, the cover crumpled into a ball.

He slapped the table suddenly, and sat down with his arms folded, his face was so red that he was about to explode.

Angrily said: "I don't want to read!"

The author says:

The supporting teaching episode is not long, only three chapters.