At noon, Liu Ziguang went to the company cafeteria for a meal of braised pork. At 1:30 in the afternoon, he picked up his teeth and returned to school. When he walked to the door, he saw Yuan Wei still standing outside the school gate, mumbling incoherently, with dry lips and dull eyes, not paying attention to his surroundings.
The classmates looked at me in surprise.
Liu Ziguang stepped forward and patted his head: "Okay, don't think about it. Go to the shop over there to eat a bowl of rice noodles and then shave your head. Don't delay class. Here is twenty yuan. You can take it."
Yuan Weirumeng accepted the money, said thank you, and ran away. Liu Ziguang continued walking to the school and saw an ambulance parked on the playground. Paramedics in light green clothes were helping the three students get into the car.
Besides the pile of cigarette butts, there were several puddles of vomit.
It was probably due to nicotine poisoning. Liu Ziguang shrugged his shoulders and thought to himself whether you would still smoke in the future. He went upstairs with a nonchalant look on his face. Most of his colleagues in the teacher's office were old women in their thirties and forties, and they were not as young and beautiful as they imagined.
Liu Ziguang, who looked like Teacher Dongyue, didn't bother to communicate with them and went to class as soon as the preparation bell rang.
Holding textbooks and telescopic pointers, he followed a group of teachers in the corridor. The other classrooms were buzzing with voices. Only the third and fifth classes were silent, which made a few people very confused and thought that the third and fifth classes were skipping class.
Then I stretched my head and saw that the classroom was neatly packed with students sitting upright and sitting on their seats with their hands behind their backs, not daring to express their anger.
The teachers looked at each other in disbelief. It’s true that evil people have their own evil people. These little devils in Classes 3 and 5 finally met the King of Hell.
Liu Ziguang walked into the classroom and followed the command from monitor Xia Qinxin: "Stand up." All the students stood up and shouted in unison: "Hello, teacher!"
Liu Ziguang responded seriously: "Classmates, please have a seat."
The students all sat down again and moved in unison as if they were one person.
Liu Ziguang glanced at the whole class and found that he was in much better spirits in the afternoon than in the morning. All the students had consciously changed into school uniforms or well-dressed clothes, and their styles were also very honest. Most of the male students, including Yuan Wei, were bald or slim.
It seems that the girls in Beier Spirit are also very careful about how they dress, not wearing earrings, necklaces, or anything too flashy.
"This looks like a student." Liu Ziguang nodded approvingly and held the podium to start the class. He was referring to the ideological and moral textbooks, which were not on the curriculum, so there were no corresponding textbooks and lesson plans. It all depended on the teacher's personal guidance.
"Everyone, students, take out a piece of paper and write down your idol and your ideal. The time limit is five minutes to start."
Teacher Liu’s teaching method was really weird, but the students didn’t dare to say anything. They tore off the paper from their homework books and began to meditate with their cheeks in their hands. Liu Ziguang was very considerate and said, “You can communicate in a low voice.”
The students immediately started whispering to each other and the atmosphere was very lively. Five minutes later, after the homework was completed, Liu Ziguang did not let the monitor collect the homework but said: "Start with the monitor and read out your idols and ideals one by one. It is best to give the reasons."
Xia Qinxin was the first to stand up. The little girl was very delicate. She was obviously very scared. There was a layer of fine beads of sweat on the tip of Liu Ziguang's nose. She said softly: "My idol is Jay Chou because he can sing and
My dream to be able to write lyrics is to be a doctor because...because this is what my parents expect."
Liu Ziguang nodded and said: "It's a good monitor. His idol and ideals are healthy and upward. He is a good boy. Everyone applauds."
The students clapped and the atmosphere relaxed a little, and they were no longer so afraid of Teacher Liu.
"Next, let's talk to deputy squad leader Wu Weina." Liu Ziguang said to the roster.
The deputy monitor is also a girl. She is tall and thin, about 1.7 meters tall. She stood up and said: "My idol is Rain because he is cool and handsome. My ideal is to be a movie star..."
After the deputy monitor, several girls 6 continued, saying that their ideals varied from unrealistic to being a movie star, singer, host, more realistic, to being a civil servant, to being a female boss, to more realistic and wanting to find a prince charming to marry.
Their idols are basically the same. They are half-baked idol singers such as Fahrenheit, She, and the like. There are also a few ugly and fat girls. Corn said that he likes Li Yuchun the most. At that time, the boys below laughed. Liu Ziguang did not interfere and just said
Smile and encourage them to continue talking.
Finally it was the boys' turn. After holding it in for a long time, the boys' idols were surprisingly consistent. The idols of the seven or eight bald students were all Bei Xiaoshuai. His ideal was to be a big brother in the world.
Some of the other boys' idols were a little more normal. Some were like Jay Chou, some were about Bill Gates, some were about Beckham, and there was a fat boy whose idol turned out to be Xiao Shenyang. Liu Ziguang also laughed twice and then took pictures.
The little fat man's shoulder said: "Yes, it can bring laughter to people and it is also a reflection of personal value."
Boys also have more imaginative ideals than girls. In addition to those who want to be big brothers, they also want to be hackers, international soldiers, basketball stars and so on.
After speaking, Liu Ziguang concluded: "What the students said is good. I hope that one day all your dreams will come true."
The students applauded spontaneously. The fifteen or sixteen-year-olds in the third grade of junior high school are the time when they first start to rebel. Their idols or ideals are often not recognized by their parents and teachers, and they are considered to be blindly chasing stars and unrealistic fantasies. Now this person
The new teacher Liu actually recognized their idols and ideals, and was naturally accepted by the students.
Suddenly the squad leader raised his hand to signal that Liu Ziguang nodded in agreement.
"Teacher, who is your idol? What is your ideal?" Xia Qinxin asked with big eyes flashing.
The students also calmed down and looked at their teacher Liu quietly.
Liu Ziguang pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Everyone's idols and ideals are different at every age and stage. If I tell you about my childhood idol, you will be shocked to death."
The students' interest was piqued and they stared at Liu Ziguang eagerly: "Speak quickly, tell us quickly, teacher, we promise not to laugh at you."
"Okay, my idol is the Bronze Saint Seiya of Pegasus. My ideal is to defend the peace of the earth." Liu Ziguang said seriously.
There was a roar of laughter below, and the students burst into tears of laughter. Unexpectedly, Teacher Liu, who was so strict in the morning, would turn out to be so cute in the afternoon. The idol was actually a cartoon character and an immortal little strongman.
The laughter was so loud that the other classes were startled. Two teachers looked at her and left without saying anything.
Liu Ziguang stretched out his hand and pressed it around, and the classroom regained its calm. He continued: "When I grow up and am about the same age as you, my idol will become Andy Lau, and my ideal will be downgraded from saving the earth to being a movie star when I am older."
After college, my idols and ideals have been sublimated. I admire Bill Gates and want to be a rich man in the world like him."
At this time, the classroom returned to calm. The students listened to the teacher's speech with interest and smiles on their faces.
"After I graduated from college, I stayed at home for half a year and then pushed a cart to the night market to sell sausages. At that time, I no longer had any idols. For an unemployed young man struggling on the poverty line, how could he have the energy to worship anyone? Same thing.
My ideal has once again been downgraded from being worldly rich to being a small business owner who can sell newspapers, magazines, cigarettes and melon seeds in a tin newsstand because he earns more than me and will not be chased by the police.”
At this time, the classroom was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a pin falling to the ground. The students were a little moved. Teacher Liu's change taught them a vivid lesson.
"It doesn't matter what age you do, what kind of things you do when you're a kid, Ultraman, or Jay Chou, who hasn't been young and frivolous, who hasn't had sex. You should be colorful and vigorous when you're a teenager, so you won't regret it when you look back on your green years.
Ah, but when you grow up, your worldview and values must be correctly established. I advocate the saying that if you are born with talents, you will be useful, whether you are a movie star or a hacker, as long as you can use your strengths to make useful contributions to this society.
Your life is valuable because of your contribution, classmates, am I right?”
After a moment of silence, thunderous applause broke out.
In the corridor outside the window, Principal Wang and Director Tan nodded with satisfaction and left quietly.
…
When school was over in the afternoon, Principal Wang talked to Liu Ziguang and said that he wanted him to expand the scope of substitute teaching. In addition to the third grade of junior high school, it would be best to also cover the first and second grades of junior high school. There is no need to schedule too many hours to ensure that one class can teach one class a week.
Just one class would be enough. Liu Ziguang agreed wholeheartedly.
When I got home and was about to eat, I suddenly received a call from Binbin, who was following Bei Xiaoshuai, saying that something had happened and that Bei had been stabbed.
As soon as Liu Ziguang lost his job, he rushed out, rode his bicycle, and left. His mother shouted from behind: "What are you doing after eating?" His son had already ridden dozens of meters and said something from a distance: "I'm in a hurry, so I won't eat."
Xiao Bei was stabbed in an Internet cafe. He often played in an Internet cafe called "Yi Chong" and knew the boss and others. This afternoon, when I was taking a nap, suddenly a man came in from outside and walked directly behind Bei Xiaoshuai without saying a word.
He pulled out a spur from his arms and stabbed it into Bei Xiaoshuai's back. The spur penetrated the back of the chair and penetrated the entire body, nailing Bei Xiaoshuai to the computer table alive!
After the murderer succeeded, he immediately ran away. The people next to Bei Xiaoshuai didn't even have time to react and when they chased him out, there was no one left.