People in the whole dormitory ran over to see him. When they saw him leaning against the wall, raising one leg as if a yellow dog was peeing, everyone laughed.
As a fighter among the bad students, Li Jianhui is usually arrogant and domineering. He has never experienced such a large-scale social death scene. He tried his best to move, but he just couldn't move. He was panicked, angry and ashamed.
The dormitory manager ran up and saw that the corridor was full of people. He separated the students and went inside. He saw that Li Jianhui's head was so big that it was him again.
It really doesn't stop.
The dormitory manager stepped forward and pricked his shoulders, "What are you making a fuss about?"
Li Jianhui was pushed away by the dormitory supervisor and he could move immediately. After moving his hands and feet, he hugged the dormitory supervisor with one hand and burst into tears.
This was the first time I had seen this prickly boy cry loudly. Although the dormitory manager was angry that he always liked to make trouble in the past, he was still a half-grown child after all. He comforted him with a few words, "Okay, stop making trouble, go back and wash up and go to bed."
The hybrid beast came to help him, turned around and entered the dormitory.
Yu Wenhuang was already lying on the bed. As for the mattress stained with shampoo, it was now moved to Li Jianhui's bed. Stingy Ming came over and said in a low voice: "It's a single-digit one. We don't dare to mess with him."
Li Jianhui looked at the shampoo-stained mat, and then at Yu Wenhuang, who had closed his eyes but was still handsome and cool. Thinking of what happened just now and being unable to move, he suddenly felt frightened. He rolled up the mat and lay down directly on the bed.
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Li Jianhui was the thorn in the side of the entire dormitory, so he was dealt with. Others did not dare to do anything to Yu Wenhuang and stayed away from him.
Yu Wenhuang felt quite unhappy. This class was really far from what he thought. Are these people crazy?
I'm already in my senior year of high school, and I still have time to make troubles, and I don't really think about my future. Although the college entrance examination is not the only way out, it is definitely a very important starting point.
Don’t they have dreams?
As unhappy as Yu Wenhuang was the head teacher Zhang Hao Lun.
After his self-study in the evening, he wanted to go to the prefect's office to talk about tomorrow's proficiency test. Can he not let Yu Wenhuang take part in it first? When he arrived at the door, he heard several class teachers explaining about tomorrow's proficiency test. The class teacher of Class 2 joked that he didn't know.
Can Class 6 hit a new low this time?
He felt very uncomfortable after hearing these words.
He has been teaching and educating people for eighteen years. He has been teaching a balanced class. The so-called balanced class is, to put it bluntly, a class for poor students. The top students are all selected into the experimental class or the express class. Even if he tries his best, not many students will get it.
Gotta take action.
He felt that it was very meaningless, as if he was just dawdling around.
In fact, many head teachers like him who teach balanced classes have already calmed down and just do what they have to do.
He doesn't want to lie down, and he doesn't want to be old and recall his teaching career with no achievements at all.
He persisted like this year after year, but this year, his mentality really collapsed.
He started to feel divorced.
When he returned home, he discussed with his wife that he wanted to resign.
"But you are teaching a senior high school student. If you resign, it will have an impact on the children. Moreover, it is difficult for the school to arrange manpower to pick up your class. I'm afraid it will be more perfunctory."
The wife was genuinely worried.
After hearing these words, he wanted to cry. He took out a cigarette and slowly lit it. Even though the group of mischievous things made him uneasy, he thought that he had been carrying them since the second year of high school and would throw them to others.
Still reluctant to give up.
"I'll think about it again."
Zhang Xunluo said.
However, once the thought of resigning arises, it is like a prairie fire that cannot be suppressed no matter what.
In the middle of the night, he stood in front of the bathroom mirror and saw the white hair on his temples. He was only in his early forties and already looked like a fifty-year-old man. He made up his mind to resign!