he's not, he's not

If all the messages from all directions are piled up together, combined with the grade teacher's own understanding, the current head teacher's label in his eyes is like this——

Internet obscenity writer, sanctimonious homosexuality, starvation, schoolchildren and parents, conscienceless education prisoner.

As soon as his eyes swept over, the homeroom teacher felt a pain in his head.

He weakly explained to the grade director: "Don't listen to his nonsense..."

You Xiaoxiu: "I didn't!"

Class teacher: "You can shut up."

You Xiaoxiu shut her mouth angrily.

A second later, he couldn't hold back and yelled again: "Teacher, don't even take a look at what they say about you!"

Know without thinking.The teacher in charge sighed, and patted You Xiaoxiu's head: "It's not a big deal, I just need to explain it clearly."

The grade teacher's eyes followed the head teacher's hand to You Xiaoxiu, frowning and chasing him away: "You go back to class, I have something to say to your head teacher."

The head teacher patted him: "Go back quickly. Have you finished writing the paper?"

The sentimental You Xiaoxiu's eyes turned red, and she stamped her feet and ran away.

The grade teacher cautiously distanced himself from the class teacher, turned around and walked upstairs, saying coldly, "There is a meeting on the third floor."

In the direction of the classroom, there were a few students poking their heads here, and the head teacher waved at them like a chicken and a duck: "Go back!"

The monitor poked his head out from the classroom, grabbed the pouting You Xiaoxiu with one hand, and gave the head teacher a thumbs up with the other hand, driving the students back.

The thumbs up means support. The teacher in charge understands that he posted an explanation on Weibo just now, and it has probably been reposted.

However, a cadre of school leaders waiting to interrogate him in the conference room is not optimistic.

As soon as the head teacher entered the door, he greeted with dozens of eyes, all kinds of emotions. The principal sat in the middle of the room, smoking a cigarette, and sighed at the head teacher: "The influence is very bad, class teacher."

It was a long and simple meeting.

Or deliberate.

"How did this matter ferment?"

"Is it true what is said on the Internet?"

"What happened to those two students in your class?"

"It's not just in the class, what do those who come to school in the morning do?"

"The chickens are flying and the dogs are jumping. What does it look like?"

"Several parents called me in the morning, you see this is asking again, how can I explain it?"

"Teacher Ban, what do you think?"

The head teacher answered every question, but his mind drifted leisurely - if this was a novel, the central idea would be too clear, that is, to lose the horse, from the parents to the teachers and students. Drop it to the workplace, and then drop it to the general public.

Every class has a different reaction. He looked at the leaders who repeated "influence" over and over again, but what he thought of was his students, the students who had no brains to trust him, the students who were flying like dogs, The most willful and tolerant students.

The principal sighed again, and summarized the content of the meeting: "It's not that the school wants to interfere with the teacher's private life, but the current situation has seen that it has affected the reputation of the school. That is to say, although this is your private matter, the school It’s not personal, no matter who it is, teachers or students, if something happens, it will fall on the school’s head in the end. It doesn’t mean that you can explain it to your students or readers and everything will be fine. People will bring up this matter in the future Going to say how about 'class teacher', you look online, people will just say 'how about a teacher in a school'. Do you understand what I mean?"

"You were not here in the morning, and the grade director also saw it. Some media have already found me here. There are still people waiting in the reception room, waiting for interviews and watching the excitement. Class teacher, I still say what I said yesterday, we have to have An explanation. You give the school an explanation, and the school gives an explanation to the outside world."

A dozen or twenty eyes fixed on the head teacher's face again.

The class teacher was amazed at his calmness.

"I respect my profession, and I respect the school." Under the watchful eyes of the leaders, he said neither humble nor overbearing. "I……"

Just as he was about to say the next sentence, the loudspeaker in the radio room was suddenly turned on, and the whispers of a few students spread to the ears of all the teachers and students in the school.

"Hello? Is it open?"

"Open it, hurry up."

"This should be okay?"

"Hurry up, it's already broadcasting!"

"It's already on the air? Wait, I'll take out the manuscript..."

"..." The head teacher almost bit his tongue, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

After a while of rustling, the person on the radio cleared his throat and began to broadcast in a serious voice: "Teachers, students, hello everyone, I am a student in the teacher's class of Gaoling Zhihua in our school. Everyone must have heard about it..."

The other leaders were still at a loss, and the grade director heard the voices of You Xiaoxiu and the class monitor, and his face was "chua" black as the bottom of the pot.

"Ancestor..."

He held his chubby head in his hands and let out a weak groan.