Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Amidst the intense roar of eardrums, Zhu Shoucheng thought, this must be a nightmare.

...a real nightmare.

Another nightmare related to Chi Xiaochi.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why his private chatter with Chi Xiaochi in his dream was recorded and played in public.

After thinking this through, he relaxed strangely.

There were more and more noises around, and more and more teachers who came to inquire about the situation came to the vicinity of the broadcasting room, and surrounded the gold medal veteran teacher silently in the center.

Facing Teacher Li's eyes in the broadcasting room, Zhu Shoucheng gave a dry laugh, took a step back, and turned to look at the face of his familiar colleague.

The strange and unfamiliar gaze was like glue poured from the pocket, splashing on his face, and the sense of shame burned against Zhu Shoucheng's cheek like sulfuric acid, wishing to burn off a layer of skin from his face.

This feeling was so real that Zhu Shoucheng laughed strangely twice, opened his arms, faced the source of the dirty recording, put on a fearless look, and said loudly: "Okay, once is not enough, twice is not enough, Give me a third time, huh?"

All the teachers present were taken aback by his half-crazed appearance, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay. There was a male teacher with a big waist and a master who was in charge of debugging the school's equipment, and unceremoniously pushed away Zhu Shoucheng, who was blocking the door, and entered the broadcasting room: " What the hell is this? Let the children hear the truth!"

Teacher Li glanced at Zhu Shoucheng, who had red eyes, sweating profusely, "I don't know, the equipment suddenly lost control..."

During the emergency repair, the dirty sound continued to surround the three-dimensional 3D, and some class teachers had already returned to the classroom, and hurriedly organized the students to leave the classroom and temporarily go to the playground to hide.

However, the loudspeaker for eye exercises connects all the classrooms in the school, and the faint voices from each classroom, like ghosts, linger and reverberate in the daytime campus.

Some students have already recognized whose voice is on the radio.

Students of this age can never hide things, as soon as they find out, they immediately spread gossip.

However, no matter how the outside world talked, Zhu Shoucheng himself had gradually calmed down.

After two experiences, it is impossible for Zhu Shoucheng to be afraid of the third time.

He squinted contemptuously at the young teachers who pointed at him, and reminded himself repeatedly that he could no longer lose to the illusion.

As long as he is calm enough, he can control the dream and wake up from his own bed...

When Zhu Shoucheng repeatedly persuaded himself, the vice-principal hurried over with a sullen face.

When he bumped into the innocent Zhu Shoujian at the door of the broadcasting room, the vice-principal's old face showed a few traces of anger, but it was more inconceivable.

...Zhu Shoucheng is the signature teacher of their school, the second most qualified, and the third on the list of gold medal teachers at the school gate. He can be regarded as one of the facades of the entire middle school. How could he do such disgusting things to children? Come?

Before the vice-principal had time to scold him, he first asked the commissioner when the equipment could be repaired, and when he got a vague "I'll take a look", he was already a little angry, and when he turned around, he saw Zhu Shoucheng's forced indifferent His face became even colder, and he didn't even have to be polite: "Come to my office."

Zhu Shoucheng decided not to obey the NPC's dispatch in the dream: "I won't go."

The vice-principal suddenly became angry: "What do you mean by 'not going'?"

Zhu Shoucheng remained silent, and this silence undoubtedly angered the vice principal even more.

He pointed to the loudspeaker in the nearest classroom, his fingers trembling with anger: "Don't tell me, you really did this mess?!"

"Yes." Now that he knew that he was in a dream, there was nothing Zhu Shoucheng dared to admit, "So what if it's me?"

Everyone around changed color suddenly, and even the vice-principal didn't recover for a moment.

He... actually admitted it like that?Does it seem like he has done some glorious deeds that should be taken for granted?

Hearing the uncontrollable scolding from the young teacher behind him, the vice principal endured and endured, and finally, for the sake of the school's face, he turned his head and said to the two male teachers who teach the second grade: "Teacher Hou, Teacher Chen, Invite Teacher Zhu to my office."

Facing the two tall, burly and dark-faced juniors, Zhu Shoucheng did not resist.

Even if he wasn't afraid of the person in the dream, he didn't want to be beaten in the dream.

When passing through the crowd, Zhu Shoucheng was so happy that he wanted to cry out when he saw the surprised and hateful eyes of a group of people.

Unexpectedly, it would be so refreshing to reveal a secret in public!

The secret has been pressed heavily in his heart for many years, and it almost turned into a carbuncle. Now the sky suddenly sees light, and a breeze blows through the window of his heart, which has been depressed for a long time. can fly.

He swaggered past the crowd like a general on a review of honor.

After inviting Zhu Shoucheng to the vice-principal's office, the two of them discussed it and confirmed that the other party would have no classes for the next two periods in the morning. In order to prevent Zhu Shoucheng from escaping, they simply stood in the office and guarded him.

Zhu Shoucheng also changed from his previous gentleness and courtesy, and sat down on the vice principal's office chair to relax, waiting to wake up from his dream.

However, as time went on, the office was still the same office, and the guards were still those two guards.

Zhu Shoucheng's dry sweat glands began to secrete tingling hot sweat again.

...Is this dream too long?

……

Before afternoon class, Chi Xiaochi, who had already started school at the same time as the public junior high school taught by Zhu Shoucheng, was reviewing books in his seat, while his deskmate was chewing on his pen, studying the exercises assigned by the math teacher in the morning and said to be taught in the afternoon.

The deskmate studied for a while, but found that he couldn't come up with the research, so he turned his head to Chi Xiaochi, and hinted: "At the same desk, let's carry forward the spirit of communism."

Chi Xiaochi didn't raise his head: "Choose D."

The deskmate said angrily: "Choose you big head D, you choose D for function questions. You didn't listen to me at all, you don't have me in your fucking heart."

Just as Chi Xiaochi was about to speak, the class teacher stood at the door with a very bad expression: "...Xiaochi, come out for a while."

The tablemate gloated: "Hey, the big gift bag for the start of school."

Chi Xiaochi didn't say a word, and slapped his face with his backhand with his overstuffed exercise book.

Two minutes later, the class teacher and Chi Xiaochi looked at each other in the narrow office.

The class teacher was holding a recording in his hand, which was given to him by a classmate who graduated from the same normal school as him and taught in the public junior high school next door. He came to the school at lunch today.

The original words of the classmate were: "The teachers of our school's mathematics group had an urgent meeting today. They all remember that before the holiday, Teacher Zhu rejected the requests of several parents of students to make up lessons, saying that he was going to give a neighbor's child named 'Xiaochi' Supplementary lessons. I heard you mention that there is a student in your class with superb parents named... Chi Xiaochi, right?"

The head teacher's face was pale, and he didn't know how to face Chi Xiaochi's clear eyes.

He pulled a stool for Chi Xiaochi, and politely asked him to sit down: "Xiaochi, where did you... go during your summer vacation? What did you do?"

Chi Xiaochi said righteously: "Do your homework at home."

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, the homeroom teacher couldn't laugh when he saw him being so serious. He was so anxious, but he could only restrain his temper and asked step by step: "Then what? Besides homework?"

"Follow my brother to make up lessons, skate, watch movies, eat ice, play billiards, go to the game hall, visit haunted houses, and travel abroad for two days, saw the Yellow Crane Tower, ate hot dry noodles..."

After counting a lot, Chi Xiaochi unhurriedly cut into the topic: "Ah, by the way, I also tutored for a while with Mr. Zhu next door to us."

The homeroom teacher's heart sank heavily, and he couldn't help but lean forward, his expression becoming more anxious: "He treated you...cough, what did you do?"

Chi Xiaochi looked puzzled, but he still counted obediently: "Mr. Zhu took me to go fishing, eat grilled fish, take me to tutoring at home, and treat me to eat mung bean popsicles."

The class teacher's face became paler the more he heard it: "Did he do anything else to you?"

Unexpectedly by the teacher in charge, Chi Xiaochi shook his head and said bluntly, "No."

"……No?"

The homeroom teacher remembered the horrible recording he had received, and after listening to it in horror, he almost vomited it out.

He suspected that Chi Xiaochi was too young to understand what kind of injury he had suffered, his expression changed a few times, and he finally made up his mind to ask the truth.

The head teacher softened his voice: "Xiaochi, tell the teacher frankly, did Teacher Zhu do something...inappropriate to you?"

Chi Xiaochi wondered, "What is 'inappropriate thing'?"

The head teacher was so anxious that he almost stomped his feet, and asked like a cannonball: "Did he touch your secret parts? Did he invite you to his bedroom? Did you... kiss, or hugged you?"

Chi Xiaochi blinked and gave exactly the same answer as before: "No."

Where did the head teacher talk about such a private matter with the students, his face flushed, and he patiently persuaded: "Xiaochi, no matter what Teacher Zhu threatened you, he can't hurt you now. You can tell the truth to the teacher, don't be afraid .”

Chi Xiaochi smiled brightly: "Teacher, Mr. Zhu didn't do anything to me. I followed him for half a month as a tutor. Later, Mr. Zhu fell ill and was hospitalized, so I didn't go to his house anymore."

The head teacher was dubious: "Really?"

Chi Xiaochi nodded: "Yes. Fortunately, he is ill."

The head teacher let go of his heart and tensed up in an instant: "What?"

Chi Xiaochi lowered his voice, and put on a gesture of telling a little secret to a trusted elder: "Teacher, let me tell you, don't tell other people. Teacher Zhu always says some strange things to me, and I feel very uncomfortable listening to them." , In fact, I wanted to pretend to be sick, but Teacher Zhu himself fell ill..."

"Strange thing?"

"Yeah." Chi Xiaochi fished in his pocket, took out a recording pen, and sold his teammates openly, "My mother asked me to record every time I went to Teacher Zhu's house, so that I could review it when I came back. I felt that Teacher Zhu had a strange attitude towards me sometimes, but he didn’t dare to tell my mother, so he took the recording to my neighbor’s brother. After listening to it, my brother told me not to get close to Teacher Zhu again. He also told me not to talk to others casually...he said a lot of things, and I didn't understand them very well."

Seeing Chi Xiaochi's appearance, the homeroom teacher did not look like he had been hurt. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and took the recording pen he handed over, intending to send it to his classmates to listen to and find clues .

After putting away the recording pen, the class teacher couldn't help asking him: "Why doesn't your brother let you talk to others?"

Some strange emotions suddenly appeared in Chi Xiaochi's eyes, which did not match his youthful and immature face, as if the blade of the previous life had cut through his heart again.

But soon, the incongruity disappeared from his face.

Chi Xiaochi leaned back and licked his lips: "...Because no one will believe me."

After confirming that the victim was not Chi Xiaochi, the head teacher was not completely relieved.

This means that the real victim has not been found yet.

In contrast, Zhu Shoucheng's colleagues are really struggling.

The audio was in hand and played repeatedly. After repeated confirmations, apart from being sure that one of the protagonists was Zhu Shoucheng, the teachers disputed again about the name of the victim.

When Zhu Shoucheng read the child's name, his tone was light and ambiguous. He didn't know whether it was Xiaochi, Xiaochi, Xiaoshi, Xiaozhi, or Xiaozhi, but Zhu Shoucheng ignored his indifferent attitude when he was arrested in the morning, and didn't say a word. Ken admitted that he only hid in the vice principal's office and did not come out. The teacher, who was a little angry, wanted to drag him out and beat him.

In short, the date of the recording is unknown, and the specific victim is even more unknown, and it may even be any boy Zhu Shoucheng taught.

The equipment that was damaged for no reason was not repaired until the bell rang for the third class.And one noon time is enough for the students to parrot this new thing that happened in the school to their parents.

Before class in the afternoon, several parents had accompanied their children to school, seriously asking what happened and why there were indecent audio related to teachers and children being played.

The class teachers explained a few words in a pale manner, and finally coaxed away the parents who raised doubts.

However, what should come will always come.

Early the next morning, the road outside the school was directly blocked by angry parents who spent the whole night exchanging messages with each other.