Chapter 97: The Spring and Autumn of the Three-footed Lecture, a Proud Prince in Common Clothes
In front of the whole class, He Zongchao praised Fang Jing so much that he couldn't even think about his future prospects before. It was a good thing that he didn't take him to the podium to criticize.
"Fang Jing, it's rare for me to come here and say a few words to my juniors."
He Zongchao also knew that the school leaders had something to do with him and that he was going to give a lecture in the lecture hall soon. He didn't want to waste his time and just said a few words to dismiss these students.
"Haha." Fang Jing scratched his head, "Everyone study hard and make progress every day."
"Is that gone?" He Zongchao said with a black face, "Aren't you quite able to argue with me before? Say a few more words."
"What about...eat less snacks and read more newspapers, go to bed early and get up early, don't use your mobile phone in class, and don't skip class."
"Get out!"
"Hey! Goodbye, teacher!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing Fang Jing running for his life, the whole class laughed.
Not daring to run around, Fang Jing kept his head buried and went straight to the office on the third floor. If he was caught by a few teachers and said a few words, how would he survive?
As soon as I ran to the stairwell on the second floor, the smell of baked potatoes came. It was still a familiar recipe and a familiar taste.
His throat rolled. He knew where this came from without even thinking about it. Except for the fire in the office, there was no such condition anywhere else.
Chengcheng is a small county, and teachers’ offices do not have air conditioning. They use iron stoves in the winter. This tradition has lasted for who knows how many years.
I don’t know since when, people began to carry potatoes or potatoes from home to school, bake one before class, and it would be delicious when they came back.
Here, everything else is lacking except potatoes and potato tubes.
Because of the fear of gas poisoning, even though it was cold in winter, the windows were still open, which is why Fang Jing could smell the smell in the stairwell.
When he arrived at the door of the office, Fang Jing poked his head in first. Several teachers were chatting around the stove, and there was a figure bending over the desk. It was not Xu Li.
“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”
"Hello, teacher!" Fang Jing greeted at the door.
Hearing the familiar voice, Xu Li turned around, "Why are you still here? Didn't you go to the principal's office?"
Fang Jing shook his head, "No one told me, they just asked me to come over this morning."
"Come in and sit down first. I'll call the principal. I'm afraid they'll be anxious and think you didn't come."
"Hello, Teacher Jiang, hello, Teacher Gong." Fang Jing moved a chair to sit by the fire, and said hello to the other teachers with a smile.
I saw him rubbing his hands together to keep warm, but his eyes were motionless staring at the potatoes on the stove, so greedy that he almost drooled.
"You can take it if you want." Jiang Yan chuckled, "I've never seen you so polite before. Sure enough, you've grown up after going out."
Gong Qianling sighed, "Yes! I remember he was a dark boy when he first came to school, and now he is taller than me."
While eating, Fang Jing said vaguely: "But in my memory, the appearance of the two teachers has not changed, they are still so young and beautiful."
"Hahaha, you are really good at talking!"
He still respects these two teachers very much. Gong Qianling was a normal college student in the 1990s. He took root here right after graduation and has been surrounded by dust for more than ten years.
She personally educated these rural children from the surrounding areas from ignorance to maturity, and sent them away in tears three years later. Jiang Yan was once one of them.
Fang Jing heard that Jiang Yan's family was poor at that time, and her parents wanted to marry her off before she graduated from junior high school. It was Gong Qianling who came forward to save her and give her money to study.
Seven years later, she came back after graduating from college. Without hesitation, she took over the long pole from the teacher's hand and started to be a ferryman, accompanying the wind and rain, and the sun and moon like frost.
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"Hey! Principal, Fang Jing is here with me. Okay, okay, I got it."
After hanging up the phone, Xu Li said: "Sit down for now. They are greeting county reporters. You can come with us after class."
"Okay!"
"I advise you to keep some." Looking at the pile of potato skins in front of Fang Jing, Xu Li twitched the corner of her mouth, "This belongs to Director Cao."
"Gulu!" After swallowing his last mouthful, Fang Jing looked at Jiang Yan blankly, with an expression that seemed to say, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Keke! You didn't even ask?"
After sniffing, Fang Jing looked around and tried to ask: "How about I go wash my hands and see you on the playground later?"
get out of class is about to end, and Director Cao has to kill him when he comes back.
"It's okay, Director Cao may not come over."
"Forget it, I'd better wash my hands!"
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"Old Hei, have you finished sucking? It's my turn."
"There's still half of it left, what's the rush?"
When Fang Jing came to the toilet, he saw smoke and the smell of smoke. As soon as he turned on the water, it immediately became quiet and there was no sound at all.
Seeing that get out of class was about to end in about ten minutes, he was not in a hurry, lowering his voice and humming outside the toilet.
"Old Hei, are you gone? My feet are numb from squatting."
"Your feet are so numb, why don't you go? The smoke was so heavy that someone must have seen it, and there might be something waiting for us."
"You have killed me. If I am caught, my father might beat me."
"Hey! I beg you to smoke? Next time I will share the cigarette with you. I am your grandson."
"Forget it, don't talk about this, just wait a minute, get out of class is about to end, and someone will definitely go to the toilet in a while. If there are many people, let's go out together. He doesn't know who it is."
"Yes, yes! He seems to be on the phone. Let's get rid of the smell first to avoid being smelled."
Hearing the soft sound of air blowing in the toilet, Fang Jing couldn't help but laugh, "It's too hot to eat shit in there! Come out quickly, Director Cao will be here soon."
"Holy crap! He's not a teacher. I'll go out and kill him."
The two young men limped out and ran out. There was still half a figure, but Fang Jing had long disappeared.
"Hello, senior."
"Hello!"
"Hello, senior."
"Everyone is fine."
After class, a large number of students came out, smiling and greeting him. If it weren't for Xu Li and others beside him, they might have signed autographs and took pictures.
Jiang Yan chuckled, "Fang Jing, I didn't expect you to be quite popular."
"That's right, you don't even know who I am."
When we came to the playground, there were several desks arranged in a row on the rostrum, covered with velvet red cloth.
Fang Jing smiled. He had been using this cloth since he was in the first grade of junior high school, and he hadn't thrown it away after so many years.
"Where are you standing! Get up there."
Xu Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she saw Fang Jing walking into her class. He thought he was just studying.
Sweat! After slowly arriving at the rostrum, Fang Jing looked at the crowd of more than a thousand people below, and for a moment he seemed to be back to the days when he wanted to self-examine.
I don't know why, even after he graduated, he was still a little scared and trembling when he saw several school leaders. Even though tens of millions of people in the sports center were broadcasting live, he was not so timid.
"Fang Jing, sit down."
"You sit down, you sit down, I'll just stand."
Director Cao:......
"Sit down quickly. You are the only one standing among so many people. You don't know why you think we are you."
"Hey! Okay."
With half of the stool stuck to his buttocks, Fang Jing felt a bit like sitting on pins and needles, especially with the principal next to him, which made him feel frightened.
"Why are your hands shaking?" Director Cao said darkly from behind.
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