Siheyuan: starting from prying the corner of the silly column

Chapter 182 Ran Qiuye catches the thief

Ran Qiuye put down the chalk in his hand and frowned.

In the past week or so, every student in the whole class has lost something more or less.

Some were found, and some were not.

It's really hard to do...

Ran Qiuye is not the kind of teacher who blasphemes and has a bad temper. She didn't see or catch her with her own eyes, and she didn't want to accuse anyone, suspect anyone, or say to the whole class: "Someone of you must have stolen something."

Therefore, after a little bit of embarrassment, Ran Qiuye said, "Wu Mandun accidentally lost his pencil sharpener, did our classmates see it?"

"If you see it, pick it up and tell the teacher or return it to Wu Mantun."

The whole class looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them made a sound.

Wu Mantun said: "Teacher Ran, I lost a pen the day before yesterday, and an eraser the day before yesterday."

Ran Qiuye had no choice but to look at the classmates again: "Students, if anyone picks up Wu Manhun's pencils and erasers..."

"Teacher, I lost something too!"

"Teacher Ran, I lost my pencil too!"

When Ran Qiuye saw the whole class rising and falling one after another, they started talking one after another.

The monitor stood up and said to Ran Qiuye, "Teacher, I feel like there are thieves who steal things from our classmates every day!"

"Otherwise, why don't other classes lose things? People in our class lose things every day!"

Many students followed suit and nodded: "That's right! That's it!"

Ran Qiuye hesitated for a moment, seeing that her classmates said so, she couldn't ignore it—at first she didn't want to ask who stole things, who was a thief, because she was worried about hurting the children's face, and suspected that these days were innocent. Evil children, or really finding out an ignorant "thief" is very hurtful.

However, after more than a week now, it keeps throwing things away.

The children couldn't bear it, and felt that there were thieves stealing things, and Ran Qiuye should really stand up and take care of them.

Protect those kids stuff and never lose it again.

Catch that child who stole things and educate him well-you can't be so naughty anymore, if you steal things like this again, your whole life may be ruined!
After making up his mind, Ran Qiuye no longer hesitated.

"Students, let's stop today's class. I'll go get the paper and pen."

"You guys, come and tell me all the things you lost in the past week, one by one."

"These records are finished. If you find out who stole it, your things will be returned to you."

"Also, if anyone knows who did this, or takes the initiative to admit that he did it, the teacher will not make it difficult for him, just admit his mistakes, correct them, and compensate the students for their losses. .”

"If you continue to steal things from your classmates, the teacher and the school will invite comrades from the police to arrest them. It will be very serious and you will go to jail."

After Ran Qiuye finished speaking, his eyes swept over the whole class, but he didn't see anything unusual.

I took the paper and pen and recorded the things lost in the class.

One classmate after another told Ran Qiuye what he had lost.

After all, this summer, the children in this class will be graduating from primary school, and it's time to go to junior high school.

This is a group of children, but they are not too old.

It is no longer the time for people below the third grade to accidentally throw things away, so they can basically be sure that the lost things were stolen.

The more Ran Qiuye recorded, the more he frowned.

Losing things was not this week, but ten days ago—the living conditions are not good now, and every child has to ask the parents for the money to buy pencils, erasers, and sharpeners. If stationery is frequently lost, the parents will even beat them up. Dayton, let the children learn a lesson.

Therefore, the children have a deep memory. Some of them had red eyes and twitched noses as they talked, and they were very clear about throwing things.

I lost something for no reason, went home and asked my parents for money to buy it, and was beaten. This is no small matter.

For children, this is definitely a big grievance.

Ran Qiuye also felt distressed when she saw it, and made up her mind to solve this matter.

At the end of the statistics, Ran Qiuye looked at the records above and clenched the pen tightly.

Thirteen pens, 25 pencils, 15 yuan erasers, ten pencil sharpeners, and two bottles of ink.

The most unlucky student was a student named Huang Fugui, who even lost the stationery bag sewn by his grandmother, including the triangle ruler.

When they are approaching the age of entering junior high school, many students have already started to write with pens; of course, some students have difficulty paying tuition fees, so they have to use pencils to make do.

They were all ordinary stationery, but this amount is too much, and this thief is too rampant!
Especially with the addition of thirteen pens, the total value is really not small, a full twenty or thirty yuan.

This is to the extent that comrades from the police can be called in to investigate.

Ran Qiuye tried her best to calm herself down, don't lose her composure, and don't rush to report to the school - there may be one, or more than one child who doesn't know the severity.

Before telling the school, she had to tell him, or them, the seriousness of the matter.

Ran Qiuye read out the lost items slowly, and the students in the class were also very surprised: How can this thief steal so well!
"Teacher Ran, this thief is too bad, we must catch him!"

The squad leader spoke out the aspirations of the students.

Stick curled his lips, and the pencil sharpener rolled in the palm of his hand: You can catch me alone?

Dozens of adults in the courtyard can't do anything to me, even abductees can't abduct me...

Ran Qiuye said in a deep voice: "Students, I'm telling you, and at the same time, I'm telling those who may accidentally take things from classmates, this is not something you usually joke about."

"I roughly estimate that the things lost by the students are worth 30 yuan."

"30 yuan is the total monthly income of many families. This is a lot of money, and you can be arrested and go to jail!"

Stick's heart suddenly tightened.

The pencil sharpener no longer wobbles.

Ran Qiuye's expression was solemn: "But the teacher can't let any of you go to jail. The teacher hopes that you did it unintentionally, innocently, and occasionally for fun."

"As long as you stand up and admit your mistakes to the teacher, or tell the teacher in private, the teacher is willing to help you solve this matter, and you won't be sent to jail."

After speaking, Ran Qiuye didn't see anyone stand up and admit it.

This is normal, and no one wants to admit such a thing in public.

Ran Qiuye was not surprised, but said: "Next, the students will come to the office one by one to ask me to recite the text."

"Whoever is, who wants to confess, or discovers anything, you can tell me in the office, and I will help keep it secret."

"I won't let others know, you found it; or you stole it."

After Ran Qiuye finished speaking, let the students go to the office one by one from left to right, and the monitor of the rest of the students will maintain discipline.

With the list of lost items recorded by myself, I waited for the students to recite the text.

After each student recited the text, Ran Qiuye asked him to think carefully, ask questions, and mention three people who might steal things.

"Wu Mantun, do you remember how you lost your things? Who do you think might have stolen your things?"

"Huang Fugui, do you think someone in our class might be stealing?"

Ran Qiuye would not be convicted just because of the students' guess list, but he had an impression in his heart to see if it was similar to what he thought in his heart.

After all the students in the class asked, no one found anything unusual, and no one admitted that they had stolen something.

The guess list given by the students, the three students with the highest votes coincided with the three students in Ran Qiuye's heart - they were all boys who didn't study hard and were usually mischievous.

No.1 vote king, Jia Geng.

Ran Qiuye shook his head. Without evidence, such speculation is useless.

If Ran Qiuye suddenly opened his mouth to doubt any classmate, no matter if the classmate was a thief or not, he would be too uneducated.

Unless there is evidence and he is caught, he can be taught.

Otherwise, before this, Ran Qiuye really couldn't do anything.

Ran Qiuye was not pedantic either. After thinking about it, she decided to focus on her heart.

After tearing up the "voting records" of the students, Ran Qiuye returned to the class and announced: "Several students have already responded to me. They saw who stole things with their own eyes."

"I hope this classmate can take the initiative to find me once before school is over today."

"If you don't look for me, I will report to the school tomorrow, and I may arrest you and go to jail!"

Ran Qiuye put on a confident look and left the classroom.

The students talked a lot and were very excited.

Is it finally time to catch the thief?who is it?

Stick stem turned slightly pale, swallowing his own saliva.

Someone saw me?

No... probably not!

Now I steal their erasers face to face, and they won't even notice!How can anyone see me?

(End of this chapter)