The rebirth of a small town, starting from birth

(This is my first attempt at writing a face-slapping plot. I don’t know if you think it’s toxic. If you don’t like it, please don’t criticize me. Thank you (´･_･`))

“Oh.” Shang Yunmiao, who didn’t understand Chen Bing’s inner drama and plot, said indifferently, and then said to the person in front of him with a serious look and tone: “But I’m very happy now, and I’m happy with you, Chen Bing.”

The girl’s frank words made Chen Bing feel a little embarrassed. He pursed his lips, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.

“Go, class is about to start. The teacher is coming soon.” After saying this, Chen Bing turned his head away and stopped chatting with Shang Yunmiao. The other party also sat down obediently and waited for class.

After the two sat down, not long after, the Chinese teacher wearing red-framed glasses pushed open the door and walked in.

After she came in, she put the textbook on the desk and sat on a chair.

It seems that the mood of going on vacation has also spread to the teacher, making her a little lazy in class for a while.

After sitting there for more than ten seconds, she opened her mouth and said the first sentence of the class. However, it had nothing to do with Chinese, just some casual chat.

The children under the podium seemed to understand, or they talked to her, or they had heated discussions with their classmates in front and behind. For a while, the classroom was noisy and chaotic, but the atmosphere was better than usual.

Such a lively exchange between teachers and students attracted a little old man passing by, who looked inside through the window of the classroom. Then, on a whim, he quietly slipped in from the back door.

His movements were very slight, trying not to attract the attention of the teacher on the podium. In fact, she was immersed in her own thoughts and did not notice that the principal had slipped into her class.

The elderly principal's surname is Lin, he is in his fifties this year, but he is in good spirits. Although he will be retired in a few years, he still works diligently for this primary school and nearly two thousand students.

So, taking advantage of the preparation time before the New Year's Eve party, he had a little free time and ran to the teaching building to see the children in class.

After Principal Lin came in, he quietly sat in an empty seat and sat at the same table with a chubby boy with a runny nose.

The strange grandfather who suddenly appeared beside him made the boy feel a little strange. He was lively and cheerful and immediately whispered to the other party.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here?"

Principal Lin turned his head and looked at the boy with a smile, and said to him kindly: "Grandpa, I am here to listen to the class."

Listening to the class? The boy thought for a while and showed an incredible expression: "You are so old, are you still in the first grade?"

Principal Lin, who was choked by the other party's words, didn't know how to answer, and finally thousands of words turned into a shushing gesture. Then, he pointed to the teacher on the podium and signaled the little fat boy to listen carefully.

Xiao Pang then quieted down, and put his hands on the table. He took out his most serious posture, trying to show the old man next to him how to be a good first-grade student.

Regardless of what the little guy was thinking, after he calmed down, Principal Lin was able to go to see the teacher sitting on the podium.

After chatting for half a class, the head teacher with red-framed glasses felt thirsty and took a sip from the thermos on the table. When she turned around, she forgot where she had just talked about.

After a little thought, she still couldn't remember, so she had to find another topic to talk about again.

The eyes of the red-framed glasses passed through the entire class and finally locked on the violin case brought by Chen Bing. The elegant and simple white color is matched with the leather strap. Just looking at it, you can tell that it is a high-end product.

She knew that Chen Bing would perform at today's New Year's Eve party, so she was not surprised to see such a thing in the classroom. On the contrary, she began to be curious about the price of the violin in this violin case.

"Is this the case that you put your piano in?" The Chinese teacher pointed to the case that was quietly placed next to Chen Bing's seat and asked Chen Bing with a curious look.

"Yes, teacher."

She nodded and then asked, "This piano must be worth a lot of money, right?"

"It's okay, less than 40,000."

To be exact, it's more than 38,000.

Hearing this unexpected number, the Chinese teacher smacked her lips in surprise. The mood that she wanted to go forward to try and touch it was gone. She thought that if she accidentally bumped it, she would lose half a year's salary.

Rich people are really powerful. The pianos for children to play are so expensive.

In the six months that she was the head teacher of Class 1, she almost figured out the family situation of some children, and also knew what business Chen Bing's family was in.It's so good to have money.

With such emotion, she, who has some materialistic ideas, immediately told the students in the audience how much wealth 40,000 yuan is, and then talked about the various troubles caused by money in the adult world. Finally, she concluded that people have everything if they have money.

"The small class I used to teach, the students in it are either from wealthy families or civil servants in the town or county.

The quality of their students is different from you parents who have done nothing. Not to mention what talents they have, they dress better than you, and their children are much more elegant.

I used to have less worries when I taught a small class. Now that the small class is no longer held, there are really mixed fish and dragons in one class, and there are all kinds of rotten fish and shrimps." As she said, her eyes passed over a few students she didn't like, who were still fighting and gossiping.

After looking at them with contempt, Red Glasses continued to talk about her great principles.

Hearing what she said, Chen Bing frowned.

There are indeed some elementary school teachers of this era who have improper thoughts and conduct, and some people who think they are stupid later.

For example, a sentence said by a second-grade teacher in the previous life, "China has a history of 5,000 years, a total of 10,000 years", which left a deep impression on Chen Bing.

In addition, there is a math teacher in the fourth grade who often asked "Do you have 10 million in your family? If you have 10 million, what do you want to do..."; in the fifth grade computer class, the computer teacher inexplicably said that the ten-year-old students present were "social parasites who suck the blood of their parents"; at the graduation tea party, the English teacher rushed in and scolded the students for giving flowers to other teachers instead of her...

Although the overall quality of the elementary school teachers is good, it is inevitable that there are some disgusting people with thoughts, morals and qualities.

Is this a product of the times? Or is it the inevitable evil of human nature that makes them say such words when facing a group of elementary school students who need education the most and are the most ignorant.

Chen Bing looked around and found that everyone in the class was concentrating on listening to the "new things" they had never heard of before, and listening to the teacher's "values". And they were not aware of the sense of superiority and ridicule in the teacher's mouth.

Perhaps, this is why she dared to say these things in the classroom. For first-grade children, how many people can hear the contempt in her words?

Thinking of this, Chen Bing couldn't help but stand up. Facing the teacher in front of him who was talking endlessly and outputting wrong values ​​to the students, he loudly refuted.

"Teacher, you are wrong! How can you instill such a wrong materialistic idea in us in the classroom?"

Chen Bing's crisp voice suddenly covered the entire classroom, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on him.

Red Glasses didn't expect that in the first-grade classroom, there would be a student who stood up in public to refute what she said. But because the person who said this was Chen Bing, the child of a wealthy family that she admired, she didn't rely on her status as a teacher to directly scold the other party.

On the contrary, because of her deep-rooted values, she didn't think about the six or seven-year-old child in front of her, and subconsciously asked him: "Then tell me, what's wrong with what I said. Isn't money important in today's society? Just because your family is rich and not short of money, does that mean money is not important?" After hearing this, Chen Bing replied word by word with a gloomy face.