a memo

Chapter 24 Understanding

Like I said before, I'm an asshole.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for a role like "bad material" to integrate into the class.

But our class is not ordinary, many people can understand me.

An unusual class starts with an unusual class teacher.

The head teacher is barely considered a young man, and he knows how to post emoticons when chatting, so there is not much generation gap with us.

Maybe because we are young teachers and we are his first class, the enthusiasm is relatively high. Many times he is willing to adopt some of our ideas.

Regardless of whether it was sick leave or "bad material" behavior in a bad mood, the head teacher agreed to approve my application, because he knew that I would definitely go back to school when I recovered, and staying in school was useless.

In fact, at the beginning of the first year of high school, not many people in the class asked for leave. Later, because I asked for leave too frequently, some students also wanted to ask for leave. When I was about to graduate, I apologized to the class teacher for this. If I was not a bad guy, It should be much easier to manage this class if you don't ask for leave often.

The head teacher’s answer is written in the classmate record: “You are a child with a very high emotional intelligence. Some of your kindness has warmed up the classmates, the teacher, and the entire high school class [-], so your request for leave is not right for the class. It will cause adverse effects, if there is, it will be the loss of your warmth, I hope that in the days to come, without my healing, you can be healed by the whole world."

That's what I said, but the class teacher still filled in the box of "What kind of occupation do you think I will pursue in the future" in the classmate record?

I? ? ? ? ? ?

Let's talk about Daddy Sheng.Good job Sheng Dae, I have already mentioned it in a special chapter, but I still want to share something small.

When I was in the third year of high school, the papers were piled up like a mountain every day.

Especially in mathematics, there are seven or eight small papers every day. I am not the kind of person who likes to organize them very much, so I often lose them.

Once Father Sheng asked the class representative to hand out the papers, and he asked on the podium: "Are you sure everyone has it? Staple all the small papers, or they will be lost easily."

I was too lazy to nail it, stuffed it all together, and then came the night of retribution.

When I was teaching papers in the evening self-study, I started to "rumour".

There was a boy in the class who couldn't find it either, so he went to find Father Sheng after class, and Father Sheng scolded him straight away: "I told you to nail it up and you wouldn't nail it up? Now that you lost it, come to me again?"

Seeing how miserable the boy was, I didn't dare to go up and ask for a new one.

In the last evening self-study, Father Sheng said: "The fourth test paper will be collected after the first class tomorrow, and if you haven't written it, write it quickly."

I froze for a moment, paper four?Isn't that what I don't have?
At this time, No. [-] threw a note: "Let's go together after school, hurry up, I want to call my dad."

I replied: "Go on your own, I lost my test paper four, I have to ask Father Sheng for it after class."

Reply on the 666rd: "[-], you dare to lose Father Sheng's test paper? Good luck."

Then I dismissed get out of class and saw Father Sheng walk out of the class door, so I quickly chased him out.

[If you ask Father Sheng without walking out of the class gate, it will cause gossip students to watch.]
"Teacher, that... I lost my paper." I grabbed my clothes with both hands, come on, I'm ready to be scolded.

"Which one?" Father Sheng couldn't tell his emotion in his tone.

"Exam paper four." I felt like I was going to stutter.

Father Sheng flipped through the papers he was carrying, and found that there were none: "Let's go, follow me to the office to get it."

Didn't get angry?

"Oh, okay." I nodded and walked quickly to the office.

"Why are you walking so fast? Do you know where I put my papers?" Father Sheng followed me.

"Oh, I don't know." I slowly followed Father Sheng.

It's not my intention to walk fast, I just feel that being side by side with Father Sheng makes it easy to have shortness of breath, especially in this kind of crime.

Father Sheng returned to the office, put down the book he was carrying, and started to flip through the papers: "Let me look for it, there are a lot of papers here."

"Okay, okay, there's no rush." ​​I grabbed my clothes and wanted to help find them together, but I felt clumsy, if I messed up the papers piled up by Father Sheng, I was afraid that I would really be doomed.

"Examination paper four." Father Sheng pushed his glasses, "Take it, go back and staple it up, don't lose it again, if you lose it again, I won't give it to you."

"Okay, okay, go back and nail it right away!" I almost gave Sheng Dae a ninety-degree bow, "Thank you, teacher, goodbye, teacher!"

　To be continued~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)