urban evil king

"Yes." Wang Zheng nodded seriously.

"why?"

"This Hope Primary School was funded by me."

Wang Zheng's words were undoubtedly like a blockbuster, making Song Ziye even more impressed with the man he had entrusted to him.

With abilities, stories, ideals, and love, no one will be tempted by such a good young man.Those who are already tempted will be even more tempted.

In the campus, the two five-story teaching buildings are quite imposing. At this time, the primary school students are in class, and the sound of reading can be heard from time to time in the campus.

"This Hope Primary School can solve the problem of [-] migrant workers' children's difficulty in studying." Wang Zheng stood outside the school gate with a bright look in his eyes: "Of course, this is like a drop in the bucket for the whole of China. But I can do as much as I can."

Song Ziye's eyes were equally bright: "How many schools like this have you built?"

"There is another school in the north of Nanjiang, which is currently under construction." Wang Zheng raised his chin slightly, looked at the teaching building with squinted eyes, and said, "It only took half a year from design drawings to approval to completion. In Huaxia, this It’s pretty fast.”

Song Ziye held Wang Zheng's hand and looked at him with burning eyes. At this moment, the image of this beloved man in her heart was a bit taller: "You let me see another you, the other you can't be seen by others. of you."

"I feel lucky to see you like this."

Song Ziye's voice was very gentle, and his eyes were also very gentle, so gentle that Wang Zheng wanted to sink into it and never come out again.

"Actually, one person's strength is really too weak. I just try my best. I can see the shadow of me in these children, so I want to help them."

Song Ziye smiled affectionately, and then said: "Let's go, let's go in and have a look."

"Okay, I haven't seen it since the start of school." Wang Zheng said, "I just funded the construction, and I left all the teacher recruitment in the later stage to the local education bureau. Of course, they don't know my name." , only the local deputy mayor in charge of education knows me."

"Why don't you keep the name? If you change it to Wang Zheng Hope Primary School, I'm afraid those children will be grateful to you when they grow up."

"You know that's not what I care about." Wang Zheng smiled, greeted the security guard, and led Song Ziye into the school gate.

The new cinder track, the new teaching building, and the sound of reading books give people a high-spirited atmosphere.Being in it, Wang Zheng also felt that he was several years younger.

Walking in the corridor next to the classroom, looking at the children sitting inside, Song Ziye felt warm emotions in his heart.

"The efficiency of Yicheng's education system is really high. I'm afraid it didn't take long from the recruitment of teachers to the opening of the whole school." Song Ziye praised.

"The deputy mayor in charge of education is an old acquaintance with me, so naturally he should be more polite." Wang Zheng is also very satisfied with the operation of this Hope Primary School.

But at this moment, a discordant voice suddenly came.

"This word problem is so simple, if you don't get it right, stand up!" A middle-aged woman stood on the podium and slammed the podium with a bamboo pole in her hand.

Crash, clatter, in a class of 50 people, more than 20 people stood up at once.

Those who come to this school are all children of migrant workers. They all wear the old clothes of their elder brothers and sisters, and their skin is not as fair and tender as those in big cities.

There is no way, the children of the poor headed home early, and the so-called life touched them prematurely, which also made these children mature physically and mentally.Going to school is a very luxurious and happy thing for them.

Since it is happiness, it cannot be made sad.

"If you don't teach you a lesson, you will never have a long memory!" The middle-aged female teacher was slightly fat, with her hands on her hips, and said, "It's such a simple question, and you keep doing it wrong, which lowers the average score of the class. What are you doing?" It's time for me to relax!"

The female teacher stepped down from the podium, grabbed a boy's ear, pulled and twisted it fiercely, pulled the boy's body to one side, grinned in pain, and his ears were all red.

Song Ziye gasped when he saw it.

The middle-aged female teacher twisted the ears of more than [-] elementary school students one by one, and some timid girls were frightened and cried.The ears were red, and some male students wanted to rub their ears, but the female teacher sternly stopped them.

"Don't rub your ears. I want you to have a long memory. You have never heard of the knowledge you have taught in lectures. What are long ears for? Are they used to drink porridge?"

The students didn't dare to show their anger, but Wang Zheng clearly saw a trace of anger in the eyes of several male students.

"Is such a teacher considered as a role model?" Song Ziye was outraged, and said, "I'm going in to stop her."

"Let's wait and see." Wang Zheng's voice was a little low: "These teachers were recruited, and they probably discriminated against these migrant workers' children deeply. If it's not my own children, I don't feel sorry for them."

At this time, the middle-aged female teacher walked to the back row and saw a boy resting his chin on his right hand, but his eyes were already closed, apparently falling asleep in class.

The female teacher was so angry that she picked up the bamboo pole in her hand and lashed at the boy!

"I let you sleep in class, I let you sleep in class!"

The female teacher slapped her hands relentlessly, and the little boy was woken up, but he didn't dare to hide, he just put his hands on his head, and gritted his teeth to stick to it.

Because he knew that if he avoided it, the consequences might be more serious.

"Do you want to sleep? I'll let you sleep enough!" The female teacher smoked more than a dozen times, probably because she was tired, so she slammed the table and said, "Wu Xiaoqiang, stand up for me!"

"Aren't we going in to stop it? That's a primary school student, so let her continue beating like this? Doesn't it hurt?" Song Ziye couldn't help it.

"Wait a minute, there must be a reason for this kid to sleep in class." Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes and stopped Song Ziye.

The little boy named Wu Xiaoqiang stood up without saying a word, with his head bowed.

"Take off your coat and go out for me! Don't you want to sleep? Go out and freeze for me now, I think you can still fall asleep!"

There was a hint of pleading in Wu Xiaoqiang's eyes, but after seeing his teacher's disgusted expression, he took off his cotton-padded jacket, turned around and walked out.

Outside, the temperature was close to zero. Wu Xiaoqiang was wearing a thin sweater, and when he came out, he shivered.

"Stand against the corner for me!" The female teacher whipped the pointer again and shouted angrily.

The cold wind was howling outside, and Wu Xiaoqiang was blown through all at once, shivering all over from the cold.

But the female teacher didn't show the slightest sympathy, and another pointer was drawn on Wu Xiaoqiang's hand, leaving a blood-red mark.

"Freeze a class for me, and I'll see if you're still sleeping or not! The son of a migrant worker is just worthless!" The female teacher turned and entered the classroom, slamming the door hard.

Hearing these words, Wang Zheng could clearly see the cold eyes of this boy named Wu Xiaoqiang, and Wang Zheng's eyes were also extremely cold.

Song Ziye hurried over to take off his new down jacket and hand it to Wu Xiaoqiang.

But Wu Xiaoqiang shook his head and rejected Song Ziye's kindness.

"Tell me, why are you sleeping in class?" Wang Zheng walked over, bent slightly, with a warm voice and warm eyes.

Wu Xiaoqiang's nose was already dripping from the cold, and he gave Wang Zheng a stubborn look, then turned to look at the teacher, and found that the other party didn't pay attention to this side, and then said in a low voice: "I'm too sleepy."

"Did you not sleep well at night?" Wang Zheng continued to ask.

Song Ziye was a little anxious and wanted to put clothes on the little boy, but Wang Zheng stopped him with his eyes.

Wu Xiaoqiang said: "Sleep well."

"Then why are you still sleepy during the day?"

"Because I got up too early in the morning."

"What are you doing up so early?"

"It was cold and the road was icy, and my mother fell and hurt her. I went to deliver milk for her in the morning."

"What time did you get up? How many milk companies have you delivered?"

"I got up at three o'clock and delivered 130 to seven." Wu Xiaoqiang's voice was flat.

"How old are you this year?" Wang Zheng's eyes were very warm.

"11 is old."

"Come on, put it on, and follow me back to the classroom." Wang Zheng took off his coat and put it on Wu Xiaoqiang's patched sweater.

Hearing these words, a trace of hesitation flashed across Wu Xiaoqiang's eyes.

"It's okay, come back with me."

Wang Zheng patted Wu Xiaoqiang on the shoulder and said, "Go back and study hard."

On the other hand, Song Ziye's eyes were already red.She has never seen a boy who is only 11 years old and starts to provoke the burden of the family.In the capital, there are many second-generation ancestors who are over [-] years old, still doing nothing, enjoying the second-generation ancestor's playful life with peace of mind, and living heartlessly under the shadow of their parents.

In comparison, a boy like Wu Xiaoqiang seems to be more of a man.

"But the teacher hasn't asked me to go back yet." Wu Xiaoqiang sniffed his nose. In just a few minutes, he was already icy cold, but fortunately, Wang Zheng's thick coat brought him a lot of warmth. .

"What a good boy." Wang Zheng said with a smile, "Come on, follow me in."

Wu Xiaoqiang was skeptical, but finally nodded and turned around silently.

The teacher's door was opened, and when the female teacher saw Wu Xiaoqiang appearing in front of the door, she couldn't help saying angrily: "Who told you to come back? Get out!"

Wu Xiaoqiang looked at the teacher, didn't answer, and looked very calm, because there was another big warm and powerful hand on his shoulder.

Wang Zheng appeared behind Wu Xiaoqiang, smiled and said, "I am Xiaoqiang's brother, hello teacher."

The female teacher was a little skeptical, and looked at Wang Zheng and Song Ziye, as if she didn't believe that this man could have anything to do with the beautiful and somewhat outrageous woman beside him, and Wu Xiaoqiang, the son of a migrant worker.

"You are his brother?"

Wang Zheng said: "Yes, teacher, can you let my brother go back to class first?"

ps: Regarding the issue of corporal punishment of students, I wanted to write something as early as when the child abuse incident broke out in Wenling Kindergarten, and I have been procrastinating until now.It looked really outrageous at the time.As for this ear-twisting incident, Lie Yan often experienced it when he was in junior high school. He was too honest at the time, and stood up every time he made a wrong question. He still remembers the feeling of his ears being twisted and making noises, sweat.