Yan Xiaoyu couldn't help being startled, and instantly looked towards Principal Li.
She just turned around and stood still.
At least let her calm down and take two or three deep breaths!
When you speak like that, you will be full of energy!
Although she had just moved over, she was still gasping in her heart.
My feet still hurt now!
Yan Xiaoyu blinked slightly, don't rush her! If you push her again, she will move back to her seat.
Huh? Why are you winking at him?
Is it windy? Principal Li looked over Yan Xiaoyu's head towards the front door of the classroom. The holly outside the door was standing firmly next to the small green pine, without any swaying.
Ahem, this holly was cut too hard by Lao Zhang.
At first glance, it looks like a green river, flat and without any microwaves.
There seems to be no wind.
Are those transparent clouds still floating?
Principal Li glanced outside the door again.
Ahem, I didn't get what I wanted. I only saw some blackened brick eaves of the classroom in front of me.
Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly and looked away.
Separated from the front door of the classroom, which is a bit far away, and separated by a corridor that is almost two meters wide, I cannot see the world outside the door.
Alas! He is almost 180 tall!
Principal Li looked at his left hand holding the table tennis racket. It was still so bold and powerful, although there were some veins, which told him that he had entered the ranks of the elderly.
Just like his height, which he was once proud of, he has now begun to embark on the path of condensing it into essence.
However, Principal Li glanced at Yan Xiaoyu on the left. She was still a child and was growing taller.
Can't compare with her. It's not even up to his shoulders!
Come on, boy!
From the corner of his eye, Principal Li glanced at the unknown young class teacher on his right. Hey, this is a good reference.
Wang Yang said that he is 1.82 meters tall. From this point of view, it still makes sense.
From his current angle, he seems to be at the same level as Wang Yang's shoulders, ahem, slightly lower. From this point of view, he has not aged too fast. No matter how bad it is, his altitude must be at least 177.
Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, very satisfied with this discovery.
Huh? The young head teacher couldn't help but open his eyes slightly and looked towards Principal Li.
Yan Xiaoyu is looking at Principal Li? Principal Li is actually looking at him?
What's so good about him?
Although he knew that he was handsome, after all, Principal Li was an elder and a person who had seen the world, so he would not treat a junior like him differently.
I used to roll my eyes and roll my eyes at him, and I could throw them at him vigorously.
Now you are suddenly looking at him with a smile, what does it mean?
The young head teacher suddenly started playing a small drum in his heart.
He was very well-behaved at this moment, he didn't do anything, he just quietly acted as a backdrop and a quiet foil.
He even saw the young head teacher looking towards the classroom and followed Principal Li's gaze.
Huh? What are the students in this room looking at him?
He is not the protagonist either!
The protagonist is now. The young head teacher glanced at Principal Li on the left from the corner of his eye. The protagonist was originally his.
But Principal Li suddenly showed up. How could he, a head teacher who had only been in office for five days, compare with a principal who had been a principal for nearly fifteen years?
Isn’t that a cricket shaking a big tree? Isn’t that a mantis using its arms as a cart?
Is he so capable?
The young head teacher couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, of course not!
Principal Li had already told him his future for the next two years five days ago.
If he is as good as ever, then in two years he will be a Chinese teacher and head teacher in the third and fourth grades.
He can be brought up from the third-year class teacher to the fourth grade.
As for the fifth-grade Chinese teacher who also serves as the class teacher, ahem, that’s exclusive to Teacher Zhang and no one else can take it away.
He once confidently thought that since he was still outstanding in the class, he would not be too bad. What's more, he took the initiative to return to his hometown.
On the first day when he returned to Liu Xiao, when he looked at the familiar campus and the unfamiliar garden, he told himself naively and confidently: Liu Xiao would be another stage for him, and he would create his own miracle.
of.
His miracle?
The young head teacher couldn't help but frown, Jiang was still too old.
Not to mention Teacher Zhang, who is in fifth grade, but Teacher Zhao, who is now teaching Chinese in the second year, is not comparable to him.
He even began to have thoughts about Principal Li's original intention of letting him take charge of the school for three years.
It’s not because from one to five years, the third grade happens to be the mainstay of the fold.
Although he once comforted himself with such self-deception, now he understands that the first and second grades are the foundation. To build a high-rise building from the ground, we must lay a solid foundation; five years is the critical moment for soaring and forging ahead, and we must work hard.
The last bet.
As for the third graders he leads, they are better than the worst and more than the worst. They can be at the bottom of the class or have others who can come after them to pick up the slack.
Thinking of this, the young head teacher couldn't help but feel a little upset.
Fortunately, at the beginning of this semester, Principal Li found him.
He said that he has performed well in the past two years. This semester he will follow the class and teach the fourth grade students, and he can also serve as the class teacher.
His broken heart suddenly became crystal clear again.
It sparkled under the bright August sun, just like that early autumn two years ago.
Principal Li still takes good care of him, after all, he is a direct student.
Then, Principal Li said something again, which made his heart beat out of his throat.
He almost flew up with excitement, so he put his hand in his pocket, pinched and pinched hard, and squeezed again and again.
His future is bright!
Because, Principal Li gave him a picture again, oh no, he set a small goal for two years. After two years, if he is still outstanding, he can follow the class, from the third grade to the fourth grade.
Of course, if you are excellent, you can be fixed in the fourth grade and become a Chinese teacher and class teacher.
Two years?? went by very quickly.
The young head teacher looked out the window and suddenly realized that the sky was blue, the wind was gentle, and the clouds were bright.
But now, the young head teacher looked towards Principal Li without knowing why, but inadvertently saw the corner of the small newspaper header slightly exposed from the pocket of Principal Li's jacket.
It hurt his heart so much.
The moment he saw the familiar header of the small newspaper, the young head teacher felt suddenly and his heart suffocated. He thought again of the familiar small gap at the bottom of the small newspaper.
What are you looking at? A look of bitterness on your face!
When Principal Li turned around, he saw the young class teacher's gaze, and habitually rolled his eyes, then turned to look at Yan Xiaoyu on the left.
"Yan Xiaoyu, continue."
then?
When Yan Xiaoyu heard this, she was stunned. What should I do?