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Chapter 36 Do You Have Ideals?

Xu Dan came out of Teacher Ye's office, closed the door behind him and went back to the classroom.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the classroom, I heard Zhang Qin's nervous voice, "Isn't it? Are they going to sue the teacher? Li Ting is usually quite generous. Maybe she lost ten yuan at some point, so she has to sue the teacher?"

Someone immediately refuted her.

"Zhang Qin, of course the purpose of suing the teacher is to find out the truth of the matter. Anyway, we didn't take it. The clearer clears himself. If you are so nervous, you must be the one who stole it, right?"

"That's right, ten yuan is not a small amount. If you take it, hand it over quickly, but don't wait until it is found out and you will really become a thief."

"I'm really not sure. I usually wear a rich family look, and I wear the latest hairpins. Why don't I just hide and eat pancakes in the morning, huh~"

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The girls in a dormitory have long believed that Zhang Qin stole it. At this time, you started to run on each other with every word.

Zhang Qin's face flushed with anger, and she pointed at them, "You, you! You are bullying others, I will sue the teacher!"

After shouting, she turned around and ran out of the classroom. When she reached the door and saw Xu Dan who was about to enter the classroom, she angrily bumped into Xu Dan hard.

When she took the money in the morning, only Xu Dan saw it. Xu Dan must have said it!

Xu Dan was not angry when she was hit, she was always unafraid to speculate on others with the worst malice, but there is no need to be angry with these children, they are not so bad that they are terminally ill, and they don't know what they want.

Like Zhang Qin, is she really short of the ten dollars?

As far as she knew, the living conditions of Zhang Qin's family were not bad, and there was no need to do things that would ruin her reputation for ten yuan.

The first class was originally a Chinese teacher's class, but it was changed by the head teacher, Teacher Ye.

Teacher Ye walked into the classroom without any books. She stepped on the high heels with stilettos, step by step, as if stepping on the apex of the students' hearts.

With a smile on her face and a calm expression on her face, she looked at the group of children sitting in the classroom. Some of the children were working hard for their future life, while others were fighting each other for some small friction.

Teacher Ye always feels that what a teacher teaches must not only be reading, but also how to be a human being.

"Students, in today's class, the teacher does not teach you the knowledge in the textbook. The teacher wants to ask you, do you have ideals?"

Most of the students answered "yes", and a few students were at a loss.

Among the students who answered some questions, only a small number of them really strengthened their ideals, and most of them were afraid that they would be ridiculed by other students if they did not have ideals.

Teacher Ye took out a stack of post-it notes from his pocket, called "monitor", and told him to send one to everyone.

"Actually, the teacher knows that there is a student in our class who wants to be a dancer and has been practicing dance for so many years without giving up; there is another student who wants to be a sprint champion, and he is always the most active in physical education..."

Teacher Ye listed the ideals of a few students she knew, and looked at everyone in the class encouragingly.

"Now, everyone writes their ideals on sticky notes. The teacher will choose a few students' ideals to help him plan and complete. Everyone will write anonymously. The teacher is afraid that someone will say that the teacher is partial~"

Everyone laughed. Although Teacher Ye is more than 30 years old, he has always been friends with them, and there seems to be no generation gap.

A small post-it note, some people quickly wrote down their ideals, with a firm face, some people hesitated and wrote something, and some people looked at everyone blankly, every minute and every second The past was written in a hurry.

Teacher Ye asked them to fold the post-it notes in half, stick the ideal page inside, and then went down to collect them one by one.

When receiving Zhang Qin, Teacher Ye deliberately put her ideal post-it note at the bottom.

(End of this chapter)