Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1140 Looking for someone

"If you can't turn around, you have to look at the teacher himself. There's no point in being anxious."

Xu Ting's father whispered back and looked at the tall teacher on the podium through the spacious window.

Male teacher, short hair, blue shirt.

It seems that an impression of the class teacher came up, and I compared it with the person in front of me, maybe?

"Let's go aside and wait for get out of class to end," Xu Ting's father looked at the back of the podium and pulled his wife beside him, "Standing here will affect the teacher's class."

"Okay." Xu Ting's mother responded in a low voice, but her eyes were still looking into the classroom, "I don't know what time get out of class will end?"

Father Xu Ting glanced at his wife but did not respond. He walked towards the west. After walking three or four steps, he turned around and found that his wife was still there, so he turned back and said, "Leaving?"

"Oh, here we come," Xu Ting's mother responded in a low voice, "I wonder if the person in class here is the head teacher? Why don't you turn around?"

Xu Ting's father was startled. He looked at his wife and the classroom, as if he had a tacit understanding. The tall teacher on the podium, who had his back to them and facing north, suddenly turned around and faced them, Maybe he seemed to be looking out the window.

Not wearing glasses? !

Xu Ting's father was slightly startled. He looked at his wife, looked at each other, and then looked into the classroom to confirm!

"If I don't wear glasses, I'm not the class teacher!" Thinking to himself, Xu Ting's father blurted out, causing his wife to look at him and sneer, "My voice is low, they can't hear it, and it won't affect their class. Let's stand After a while, no one noticed us, except the teacher in class. "

"Let's go." Before Xu Ting's mother could finish her words, she was already walking towards the west.

Xu Ting's father hurriedly followed and heard his wife's whisper.

"This teacher is not the head teacher."

"Yeah." Xu Ting's father responded, "No."

"Oh, by the way." Xu Ting's mother stopped, looked back at the classroom, and patted her hands, "The head teacher teaches Chinese, and the words written on the blackboard are not Chinese characters."

"It seems so." Xu Ting's father nodded in response, "I don't know him."

"Then you didn't remind me just now?" Xu Ting's mother glanced at Xu Ting's father, "It was really a waste of time for me to think about the boss meeting."

Xu Ting’s father: “…”

Is he delaying things? Didn't they clearly explain what the head teacher was looking for when they found themselves in a panic just now? It was not made clear whether the head teacher was in class or in the office?

I didn't even listen to what he said. I parked my car on campus and went straight to the classroom. I didn't even give him a moment to speak. I didn't even listen to what he said. Do you want to go to the office first?

Now it's his fault.

As always, he can talk (educate him)!

Xu Ting's father shook his head, and then thought, he should listen to her on important matters at home. After all, she dropped out of school in the second grade of junior high school, and the reason was the same as him, to share the burden for the family!

Half of the credit for him being able to come to work at the town food station was due to her busy schedule. When she asked someone about it, she found out that there happened to be such an opportunity to jointly recommend people in the village. If it hadn't been for her, everyone would have been so busy. I guess I am still working in the fields, and at most I can help the team with their calculations.

"What's wrong?" The person in front turned his head.

"Coming." Xu Ting's father responded and followed.

"Who is the head teacher? Can you still recognize him?" Xu Ting's father asked as he turned down the cement road in the middle and walked to the office. "Do you still remember?" Xu Ting's mother turned around.

"I can't remember clearly. I just remember the male teacher, who was tall, wore a blue shirt, and wore glasses. He was quite elegant." Xu Ting's father tried to remember.

"Yeah, remember."

What? Xu Ting's father was startled. He dared to invite her, so he had no impression at all?

When walking through the back door of the Chinese language office, Xu Ting's father looked into the office through the window and saw three teachers sitting on the north side of the office by the window, two teachers sitting opposite each other, and another teacher sitting by the west wall. .

Three Chinese teachers? which one?

Xu Ting's father took a closer look. It's over. All three of them have short hair. They are all... ahem. Two have short hair that reaches their ears. Female teacher? The other one sitting by the west wall is wearing glasses, can't he?

Why does it feel like something is wrong?

Xu Ting's father stopped: his age seemed wrong. Looking in his direction, he happened to see the teacher by the west wall. He remembered that the head teacher was a young man, no older than thirty at most. The one sitting by the west wall could not tell whether he had wrinkles on his forehead, but at a glance, he did not look like he was in his twenties or thirties. Oh, he looks like he's in his thirties or almost forty.

Could it be that in the past year and a half, the head teacher has grown at a super speed?

After all, there are only three Chinese teachers in the office.

Did you go to the wrong office? Xu Ting's father looked towards the house number in front of him with some uncertainty. He didn't see the house number, and then he caught a glimpse of his wife who was parked on the roadside to the west of the front door of the office and looking towards him with an inquiring expression on her face. He looked at himself, and then waved to himself.

Xu Ting's father rolled his eyes. After seeing the bright characters "Chinese Language Office", he took a deep breath and walked towards his wife.

"The teacher may..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by his wife.

"Look, is that the one sitting against the wall in the southeast corner?"

What? Xu Ting's father looked at his wife with a puzzled look on his face, then stood at the position where she had just stepped aside and looked over.

Through the front door of the office and across the four desks, he saw a teacher looking thoughtfully at the materials in front of him, occasionally tilting his head.

The teacher has short hair, glasses, and a blue shirt. He looks very elegant and young.

"It should be." Xu Ting's father whispered, looked inside again, and nodded, "It feels like it."

"It looks similar to me," the wife whispered. "I almost thought I had gone to the wrong office, but when I got to the front door, I found him huddled in the corner."

Xu Ting’s dad:…

"I almost thought it was the one by the west wall. I almost admitted it wrong," Xu Ting's mother pointed to the west wall of the office, "Fortunately, you still remember."

Xu Ting’s father:? ?

He, in fact, doesn’t remember it either! But, he won't say it.

"Ahem, what's that?" Xu Ting's father raised his hand to look at his watch and waved to his wife, "It's getting late, and it will delay the boss's meeting. The head teacher must be waiting impatiently, shall we go in?"

"Yeah." Xu Ting's mother responded, pointing to the front door of the office two meters away, "knock on the door."

Father Xu Ting looked towards his wife, nodded instantly, took two steps forward, raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.

He was right to listen to his wife, after all, his wife always looked good to her in front of others!

(End of this chapter)