don't get angry, senpai

Chapter 117 [117] Always full of hope

The student union has just been established, and there is really nothing to do.

But the birth of every object has its meaning of existence.

Zhiyuan hopes to guide the student council and member officers in the right direction.She doesn't want any junior students to appear in the future, who must greet their seniors, otherwise they will be punished according to the spicy chicken rules.

If a person is really outstanding and makes considerable contributions to the collective, even without those fancy mandatory regulations, countless people will respect and love him.

To be honest, she didn't want to get involved in this matter, and she didn't want to be the chairman of the student union.

But you have come to this point, so try to do your best.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

"Because of the midterm exam last week, we didn't process the manuscripts in the mailbox in time."

"Until a few days ago, Tang Mengxi, the vice-chairman of the student union, opened the mailbox and found that only one student had the courage to submit a manuscript."

"After reading this letter, she advised me not to read it out, as it would have a bad influence on some people."

When she was talking about this, she deliberately stopped to give everyone time to think.

Especially the student who contributed anonymously, I believe he/she can hear himself speaking for it at this moment.

In the past, no one was willing to stand up, but now that the student union stands up to speak for him/her, it should feel better.
Holding the letter paper, Zhiyuan began to read: "The story starts from the first year of junior high school, and that is the last memory I don't want to recall."

"Every time I think about it, I feel very uncomfortable."

"But no one wants to listen to me. They all think I'm deceiving myself."

"Now that I'm approaching graduation, I want to trouble my classmates in the student union to help me solve this matter, which can be regarded as unraveling the last knot in my heart."

From the beautiful handwriting on the manuscript, it can be judged that the writer of the letter has put in a lot of effort in calligraphy.

What is more worrying is the story that happened to him. Zhiyuan suddenly sympathizes with the other party's experience.

But she is just an ordinary student after all, unable to help everyone in trouble.

"When we were freshmen in the first year of junior high school, the Chinese teacher gave us an assignment, which was to write an article about our parents."

"The most common composition routines, the key words are 'I', 'high fever', 'bicycle', 'hospital', and 'bit drip'."

"Trying to write a relatively novel composition, it took a whole night and finally got it done."

The composition written in junior high school has not yet been required, and the template of argumentative essay must be used.

At this time, everyone can write lyrical essays, which are closer to real life.

The protagonist of the story originally thought that his composition would be praised by the teacher, but unexpectedly, he was plagiarized by a classmate in the class and bit him back.

He/she wanted to clarify the truth, but was ridiculed and looked on by the students.

Everyone treats him/her as a clown, and even labels him/her with many ugly labels.

The protagonist pins his hopes on his head teacher, but he doesn't expect that the teacher, who is kind on the surface, is actually just perfunctory him/her.

Only later did he/she learn that the plagiarist had a wealthy family envied by others, and the other's parents were also big bosses of the company.

No one wanted to offend them, and the class teacher also chose to calm down.

After being isolated for three full years, the ugly duckling still failed to turn into a white swan.

At the end of the story, the protagonist suffers from depression, and it took a long time to adjust slowly.

It's not that the ugly duckling has never struggled, it's not that it hasn't risen up to resist, it's just that the strength of a person is too weak, and he still can't get rid of the layers of clouds and mist.

"Obviously such a long time has passed, but the scar in my heart can't be mended no matter what."

"I told myself several times that everything would pass, but I was very unwilling."

"Fortunately, I got out of this past and didn't sink into it."

"I hope that every student can have a good teacher who is serious and responsible, and don't abandon their conscience for a little profit."

"I'm approaching graduation, and I don't want to say so much."

"If possible, I still hope that those who have hurt me can say 'sorry' in person."

Zhi Kite folded the manuscript paper and put it in the envelope again.

The experience of this child is very similar to his own, but the ending of the other party is embarrassing.

Rubbing her sore temples, Zhiyuan slightly twisted her neck: "I won't comment too much on this matter, I just hope that this anonymous contributor will be stronger in the future."

"Everything that happened in the past is for a better self in the future, laying down layer after layer of tests."

"There is nothing that cannot be overcome. We must believe that the road ahead will always be full of hope."

Although Xia Zhiyuan didn't comment on any one person in this incident, everyone, as the audience of this speech, was still disgusted by the behavior of this snobbish teacher, and felt sympathy and pity for the protagonist of the story.

In a certain classroom, a student silently reviews his homework.

He/she who was originally indifferent, when he/she heard Xia Zhiyuan's last words, his body trembled a few times unconsciously.

Fortunately, this subtle movement was not noticed.

"Summer Kites"

"What an interesting girl."

After leaving the broadcasting room, Zhiyuan thumped her shoulder, then shook her little hand: "Damn it, I've written too many test papers recently, and I feel like my fingers are starting to lose control."

If this continues, sooner or later you will get tendinitis.

It is necessary to relax for herself, she doesn't want to be overworked.

Entering the student union office, there are still only two members online, and the other two teammates hang up daily.

Rui Yi, who was about to say hello, was taken a step ahead by the senior sister Mengxi beside her: "Yes! As expected of the president of the student union, I will end this matter in a few words."

"I know what you're worried about. I don't need to intensify the conflict between the teacher and the students." Zhi Yuan calmly walked to the coffee table and sat down.

I was about to make tea to treat myself, but found that someone seemed to have already made it.

Tang Mengxi put the tea in front of her: "Try my tea art, without adding any messy things."

Subconsciously, I still feel that the original tea tastes more authentic.

If you add sugar, honey, etc., it feels more like drinking a drink, without the artistic conception of high (pretend) Jacobi.

Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, thanked her, and then took a sip.

The sour, bitter and numb taste almost didn't kill her on the spot.

Sure enough, if you drink too much sweet things, you will find that you are not used to the original taste at all.

Rui Yi was thoughtful. From the conversation between the two just now, it can be seen that the senior sister's IQ is not low.

If you talk nonsense when reading a manuscript in the broadcasting room, it is estimated that countless students will be angered, and the situation may get out of hand by then.

Zhi Yuan lightly skipped it, just to make that teacher feel guilty.

Since the person concerned chose to submit the manuscript anonymously and has no intention of further investigation, the Student Union naturally doesn't have to hold on to it.

(End of this chapter)