my school boy

Tang Dong glared at Shen Shucheng, lowered his voice, and explained in Shen Shucheng's ear, "The list of help for poor students! Isn't this to respond to the call of the superiors? I heard that the leaders pay special attention to this matter!"

"Oh." Shen Shucheng rubbed his sleepy eyes, dragging out the ending.

"You!" Tang Dong rolled his eyes angrily, "Mr. Shen, at least you should give the director some face."

"Face?" Shen Shucheng was choked up, "Just because he changes his order day and night, and tortures our pee sex in different ways, do you want to give him face?".

Tang Dong glanced at the director who was chattering in front of him, and shook his head sincerely.

Seeing that everyone around him was drowsy, only Sister Qin was taking notes seriously, Shen Shucheng chuckled and sighed, and was too lazy to talk to Tang Dong, and accepted the director's education in a dizzy way under the pressure of getting up.

But without Tang Dong's right-hand assistant's explanation, Shen Shucheng's progress was obviously much slower. It wasn't until he was about to get off work that Shen Shucheng was dizzy to figure out what happened.

It turned out that the leader who wanted to make contributions all day long and go up to two levels, in response to the leader's call for the psychological construction of poor students, asked every employee to help a poor freshman this year and actively solve their psychological confusion.The most speechless thing is that the detailed rules also require a weekly conversation record and a monthly spot check of the assistance record.

Of course, the college will give the instructor a certain amount of remuneration every month.Shen Shucheng looked at the pitifully small 200 yuan, and secretly complained that it was not enough to buy fruit for himself.

In order to read this pile of clichéd policy documents, Shen Shucheng was not the first person to leave work for the first time.He half-lyed on his chair with no love in his life: "Tang Dong, I feel like I'm about to suffocate."

Tang Dongzheng was sorting out the forms in his hand seriously, and he was very busy. Hearing Shen Shucheng's nonsensical words, he thought that Mr. Shen was really about to suffocate. He turned the swivel chair in front of Shen Shucheng, straightened his body, and was a little worried: "Can I still suffer from pollen allergies in September?"

"Damn you, Min!" Shen Shucheng almost fainted from anger, he held his forehead and hesitated to speak, "I feel like I'm back in elementary school, and I'm going to be fucking checked for my homework."

"Hey." When Tang Dong heard about it, he didn't feel that this kind of thing needed to be taken seriously, so he turned back, "Just busy for a while, every time the director does this kind of thing, isn't it always a 3-minute enthusiasm? Coping You can handle it."

Shen Shucheng felt sorry for Qi Ran, thinking of the director's domineering posture during today's meeting, there was a sense of sadness of being bullied by dogs in Pingyang.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and rolled his eyes, waited for the anger in his heart to subside a lot, then opened the list, looked up the name of the person he helped, and saw it at a glance——Tian Yu .

Like a girl's name from last century.

I don't know which family's daughter it is. The name looks ordinary, but it makes Shen Shucheng think of the phrase "the sun is warm in the blue field, and the jade produces smoke".

"Hey, Mr. Shen, look, the director really has a heart. The male teacher is in charge, and the female teacher is in charge. Is there something wrong?" Tang Dong was also looking at the list, joking with a smile.

It was only then that Shen Shucheng discovered that Tian Yu's student was a boy. Tang Dong seemed to remember something again when he mentioned this, and whispered to Shen Shucheng mysteriously: "There is a counselor in the school next door. One of the students he brought got married! Tsk tsk tsk, World Wind Day..."

"You big-headed ghost!" Shen Shucheng rolled his eyes and interrupted Tang Dong's words.He didn't like these nonsense things, and when he heard Tang Dong talking about these flirtatious affairs, he really couldn't understand, where did this guy spend so much time every day to find out all the gossip inside and outside the school.

"People who don't know think you are the aunt of the neighborhood committee. It's okay to go to the square dance, and the new girl is called Cheng Xiao, right? Why don't you show your heart to her?" Shen Shucheng flicked and pulled the mouse from A series of words that had been prepared for Tang Dong popped out of his mouth.

"I..." Over the years, Tang Dong has long been used to Mr. Shen's merciless meanness towards him, but when the fancy thoughts that he thought he had kept hidden were easily exposed, Tang Dong felt both embarrassed and angry. Packing up his things angrily, he still muttered: "Shen Shucheng, you are a bitch, you will be beaten to death sooner or later."

Shen Shucheng glanced coldly, thinking that only in front of you, Tang Dong, can I be so mean, why don't you reflect on yourself and blame me?

Tang Dong rushed out of the office, not forgetting to slam the door when closing it.

With a bang, more than half of the lights in the office were turned off, and it was dark.A beam of afterglow from the setting sun crossed the main road of the campus and landed on Shen Shucheng's desk, illuminating a beautiful light-dark dividing line. In the dark, Shen Shucheng took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and stared at the "Tian Yu "Two words, I couldn't help but sighed, "Hey... what kind of person are you?"

The start of school was complicated and tricky. Shen Shucheng was busy for several days, and he didn't relax until Thursday.

After get off work, Shen Shucheng went to the Japanese grocery store for dinner first, and then strolled around the supermarket to buy some cherries and mangosteens - these are his favorites, although they are not in-season fruits.Tang Dong used to tease him that Mr. Shen was very particular about fruits, and his basic guiding ideology was to only pick expensive ones.After buying the fruits, Shen Shucheng went to the clothing store to add a suit that looked a little formal but not serious.

When Shen Shucheng returned home, the house was indeed empty again.

In Shen Shucheng's memory, he has been used to this way of life since he was very young - Shen's father and Shen's mother leave early and return late for ten years, their work and rest are comparable to those of migrant workers, and they don't see each other for ten days and a half months Face is common.

When he first started working, he was thinking about going out to live on his own since he was already financially independent.After thinking about it later, anyway, no one lives in this house, and it is empty if it is empty, so I live there with peace of mind.

After washing up, Shen Shucheng went back to the room and turned on the computer, and retrieved Tian Yu's personal information from the computer, thinking about how to play the role of a teacher well.

The bareheaded photo didn't bring down the person's appearance either—the boy in the photo has a handsome oval face, and looks like a child. Under the slender and slightly wrinkled crescent eyebrows, there is a youthful stubbornness in the apricot-core eyes. .

Name: Tian Yu.

Sex: Male.

Age: 18 years old.

Place of household registration: Tianjia Village, Hongda County.

Not knowing where it was, Shen Shucheng checked the pictures of this small county, and then looked down at the family members.

Father: Tian Mao, unemployed, primary school education, 40 years old, disabled.

Mother: Liu Fen, farmer, primary school education, 48 years old, healthy.

Sister: Tian Miao, farmer, junior middle school education, 18 years old, healthy.

Shen Shucheng took a deep breath and rubbed the center of his brows.I went out and took an apple and chewed it carefully.

The column of previous awards was almost completely filled, and Shen Shucheng scanned it. Except for Chinese and English, other subjects had awards above the provincial level.

These awards are not uncommon in Jiangcheng University, where there are many masters, and it is not worth mentioning here in Shen Shucheng, whose classmates are all over the world's top universities.However, Shen Shucheng clearly remembered that he stayed up all night to study the questions, and under the advice of his genius father, he barely managed to win a market prize.

In the column of family conditions, there are only a few simple sentences: the father is disabled, the mother and elder sister are farming at home, and the family has debts.

Apparently, the young man didn't want to use the pen and ink to describe how miserable his situation was.

Shen Shucheng pursed his lips thoughtfully.

Although it is only a one-on-one assistance plan, in this way, to a certain extent, I can be regarded as Tian Yu's mentor.As a mentor—he remembered how his mother treated his students: she should have a nuanced understanding of students' psychology, be considerate of students, and give maximum help when students need help.

He is very satisfied with his own ideas.Shen Shucheng held his chin with his right hand in the dark, clicked his tongue, stared at Tian Yu's bareheaded photo, raised his eyebrows, and nodded.

After carefully reading Tian Yu's information several times to make sure that he hadn't forgotten anything, Shen Shucheng checked a few papers online, and carefully noted the key points of his notes. After finishing the matter at hand, it was already early morning.

This time was probably Shen Shucheng's highlight moment. He felt that he was a spring silkworm that spun silk to death, a wax torch that dried its tears after it turned into ashes.He even thought that when Tian Yu, who became famous a few years later, stood in the great hall to receive the award and gave a report, he would tearfully thank Mr. Shen for his unreserved dedication and help to him.

Shen Shucheng thought, if one day, he would be regarded as a famous teacher of a generation. Let's see who dares to say that he is a playboy who is still gnawing on the old for more than half his age.

After saving Tian Yu's contact information in his mobile phone, Shen Shucheng thought about whether to ask Tian Yu out to meet him, and glanced at the time.

twelve o'clock.

This is a time when most people are already asleep.He pursed his lips and chuckled, thinking that Xueba didn't include the word "go to bed early" in his schedule.

——"Student Tian Yu, I'm Shen Shucheng, a teacher from the Department's Academic Affairs Office. You should have received the notification from the department, right? Do you have time on Friday? Can we meet?"

Text messages are concise and to the point.

Facts have proved that although Shen Shucheng is not a top student, he knows how to be a top student.

Tian Yu didn't sleep. Under a small dim lamp, he flipped through the advanced mathematics book that had just been handed out. Thinking of the expensive price of this book, he read it more greedily.

Shocked by the phone vibration of the text message, Tian Yu was a little frustrated when her thoughts of reading were interrupted.Looking at the strange number on the screen, he didn't think anyone in this school knew his number, let alone who would send him a text message at this time.

Is it the teacher of the Academic Affairs Office?

He suddenly remembered the policy document for impoverished students that he had notified in the freshman group before. Although he didn't expect help from others, Tian Yu didn't dare to neglect anyone in the school, and replied neither humble nor overbearing.

——"Mr. Shen, I have military training during the day on Friday. Can I come to your office around five o'clock?"

The author has something to say: Shen Shucheng: My mind is so crazy that I can't even remember my husband.

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small theater:

Shen Shucheng later became a well-known writer. On the day the new book was released, he was invited to a signing event.

A shy little boy held a book in his hand: "Brother, can you write me a poem on it?"

Shen Shucheng narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: "Okay, what are you writing?"

"Life and death are in agreement with each other, talk to Zicheng."

"Oh? Do you want to give the poem to the girl you like?"

"Well...it's for the boy I like." The little boy blinked, not daring to look at Shen Shucheng.

The pen in his hand stopped, "Really? Brother also likes boys."

"Really?!" The little boy asked in surprise and joy, "Does that brother have any favorite poems?"

"Hmm..." Shen Shucheng pursed his lips and bit the tip of his pen, "There are tears in the moon and pearls in the sea, and smoke in the warm jade in Lantian."

The little boy lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Is it because... I can only look at it from a distance but can't get it?"

Shen Shucheng glanced at Tian Yu who was sitting behind him, concentrating on the paper, and smiled.

"No, it's because his name is in this poem."