Sweet Green Plum Cultivation Program

Chapter 64 Class Seven ([-])

Everyone looked at her, and she gasped for breath several times.

Everyone anxiously said: "What happened, you should tell me!"

The class representative girl hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "It seems that something happened at Old Ban's house... I just heard in the office that it was her daughter... There was a car accident on the way home from school... She is being rescued at the city hospital..."

Everyone was startled when they heard the words.

Song Yao's daughter is only in the fourth grade of elementary school this year, and sometimes she will come to work with Song Yao on weekends. They have all seen each other, she is a very lively and lovely little girl.

Song Yao's husband was a teacher in the attached middle school next door, and the couple didn't have time to take care of the child when they were busy.

Song Yao mentioned this matter at the class meeting before, joking that the two of them hang around other people's children every day, but they can't even take care of their own children, and they don't have time to pick them up from school.

Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment.Even the few girls who were complaining about Song Yao's partiality just now were very dignified.

In all fairness, Song Yao is definitely a good head teacher.

They go to self-study at six o'clock in the morning, and Song Yao will definitely arrive before six o'clock, even though the school does not require it.

In the usual weekly test, the math result must be released on Saturday night.

But usually they didn't care about it, the time taken up by these things should have been Song Yao's rest time.

All was dumb.

There was an eerie silence in the classroom, fifty people were unable to speak a word.

Someone came in at the front door.

It is the new Chinese teacher Xu Gan.

He came in to take a look, and sat down on the chair next to the podium.

Everyone secretly looked up at him, hesitant to speak, all absent-minded.

Xu Gan didn't expect the kids to know everything in such a short while, so he sighed.

"Don't look, Teacher Song's biggest wish is to improve your grades. You should do a few more questions and don't let her expectations of you fail. This is the best comfort for her."

The class monitor couldn't help asking: "Teacher, how is Yang Yang?"

Yangyang is the name of Song Yao's daughter.

"You're still in a coma. If you wake up, you'll be fine. If you can't wake up..." Xu Gan didn't continue, paused, and changed the topic: "Okay, hurry up and study, and let Teacher Song save some time. "

After a moment of silence, everyone began to pick up materials.

Xu Gan glanced out the window, it was going to be dark soon.

He sighed secretly, his eyes behind the glasses drooping slightly.

Having witnessed everything today, he doesn't know whether he should continue his dream of being a people's teacher.

Why did he study hard for so many years, to get a better life?

As if this dream job wasn't going to make it happen.

The profession of a teacher depends entirely on one's own conscience.If you want to be a good teacher, you are destined to make choices in other identities, just like Song Yao.

From the moment she decided to be an excellent and responsible head teacher, she was doomed to be unable to become a well-rounded mother.

He suddenly doubted his choice.

It was a little dark in the classroom, he looked up and looked for the switch in the classroom, got up and turned on the light.

The classroom suddenly brightened.

Some students glanced in the direction of the lamp, then lowered their heads suddenly.

No matter how much you complain, people's hearts are full of flesh, and everyone is still very worried about Song Yao.

The atmosphere was sluggish all night, and everyone was preoccupied after evening self-study.

On the way back to the dormitory.

Yu Bing, who is usually alone, took the initiative to get together with the other three girls today.

A moment of silence.

"I think we should do something." Yu Bing said sullenly.

When she was in the most difficult time, it was Song Yao who helped her. She was very grateful and wanted to do something for her.

But as soon as the words came out, her shoulders drooped.

What can they do, they can't even get out of the school gate, even if they go out, they can't do anything except verbal comfort.

Lin Jingjing sighed: "Old Ban must be very sad. When I was a child, I fell and touched it, and my mother felt very distressed."

"Yes," Meng Xiangting said, "what mother doesn't love her child?"

"I hope Yang Yang can wake up as soon as possible, and we can go to the hospital to see her on Sunday." Zhou Luo said.

The three nodded, that's all they could do.It's just that we have to wait a few days until Sunday.

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Two days passed.

It is said that Wang Jiong granted Song Yao a two-week vacation so that she could concentrate on taking care of her daughter in the hospital.

Class [-] was temporarily handed over to Xu Gan, and the math was temporarily replaced by another teacher.

I usually don't think so, but Song Yao really didn't come, and everyone found that the class seemed to have lost its backbone.

Moreover, the new math teacher's style is completely different from Song Yao's. Song Yao's lectures are more detailed, and she will always pay attention to the students' reactions.

And this teacher, as if completing a task, continued to talk, trying to stuff these new knowledge into their brains.

He disappeared after class, and because he was a teacher in another class, he was always squeezed out by the students in his class when he asked questions.

They feel like little cabbages in the field.

Everyone's longing for Song Yao reached its peak.

Under everyone's daily stalking, finally got the news from Xu Gana that Yang Yang had successfully woken up.

They all let out a sigh of relief.

Xu Gan confessed: "Now you can rest assured, go back and study hard. During the time when Teacher Song is away, be honest and don't let her worry about it, you know?"

The crowd nodded like garlic.

As long as Song Yao can come back, they must work hard to be a group of good babies.

As soon as Friday arrived, it was almost Sunday, and the squad leader also suggested that everyone go to the hospital to visit patients on Sunday, and everyone had no objection.

After the evening self-study, Zhou Luo and Meng Xiangting discussed the presents to bring to the sick.

The two discussed and walked towards the apartment building.

As soon as I entered the corridor, I found a sign saying that the water heater on the third floor was being repaired and was temporarily closed.

Zhou Luo suddenly felt that something was wrong, "I'll go, run quickly, there must be more people on the second floor now."

The two hurried up to the third floor, took the kettle, and rushed to the water room on the second floor.

There was already a long line in front of them, and they lined up all the way to the corridor.

According to this posture, every 10 minutes will definitely not be ranked.

Meng Xiangting had a headache and said: "Changhe is so rich, why doesn't it know how to improve the infrastructure, this water house has problems every few days."

Zhou Luo shrugged, "We don't dare to say, and we don't dare to ask."

In order to pass the time, the two of them chatted one after another.

When the team moves a little, they move forward a little.

The team moved slowly, but finally moved.When they finally got to the door, the two seemed to see the dawn of victory.

It's just that the dawn flickered for a while, but the brightness didn't increase at all—the team didn't move.

After about 5 minutes.

Zhou Luo had been chatting with Meng Xiangting, and suddenly realized that the team hadn't moved for a long time, and she subconsciously looked at the team leader.

There are several colorful pots around the faucets in their team, and the girls at the front are changing one by one.

When Zhou Luo saw her, she was dumbfounded: "How did she bring these kettles all by herself?"

As soon as the words fell, a few girls who squeezed in from behind answered her doubts——

(End of this chapter)