In the office, like a salted fish who has lost his dream, Duan Yining lowered his voice and lay on the table.
His face was pressed against the book on the table, his eyes were looking at the corner beside him, and he was talking to himself in great distress.
"What should I do at the party? I'm not good at singing..."
"Then let's dance."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Wan, who was a Chinese teacher on the side, spoke with a calm tone, just like his usual speaking style.
Sitting on the chair, he turned around and fixed his gaze on Duan Yining's face.
Look at the two lumps of flesh hanging down from bending down.
"Many teachers are looking forward to your program, and the most popular one among them is dancing."
"I can't!"
"You don't need to know how. You just have to jump in place on the platform and you will get warm applause."
"Eh? Why?"
"..."
He looked at Duan Yi, who suddenly raised his head, and then showed a very surprised and innocent look on his face.
Obviously in this office with only three female teachers, Duan Yining, an English teacher, is the oldest one, but the other person's mind is really slow on some things.
I don’t know if I am deliberately pretending to be stupid, or if I really don’t know my own advantages.
As a woman, it is unrealistic to say that I am not jealous.
Although the other party has been complaining about the inconveniences that plumpness brings to her life, when those words fall into the ears of other women, they sound like silent showoff.
"Because you can attract other people's attention even if you do nothing."
Lin Nianwei, who was spinning her pen with her fingers and feeling a little bored, joined the conversation.
After all, they have been friends for more than ten years. As a good friend, Lin Nianwei knew very well that Duan Yining had no intention of showing off.
"Then Teacher Qin just said that I can just go on stage and jump around...why do you say that?"
"Sometimes the words you say with such an innocent face sound really irritating. Where do you weigh the most and shake the most when you jump? Don't you have any idea in your mind?"
"How could I be so dazed..."
Lin Nianwei's words were heard, but Duan Yining didn't react at first.
It wasn't until she lowered her head and looked at herself, looking at the thing that occupied all of her sight, that she reacted belatedly.
The words seemed to be stuck in my throat.
After a few seconds, he shyly crossed his arms and glanced warily at the polite-looking Chinese teacher wearing glasses.
"Teacher Qin!"
"You are so slow to respond. Are all English teachers like this?"
"Do Chinese teachers just like to sarcastically make fun of others?"
"I'm not making fun of you."
"I've said it many times, I don't want to grow so big. You don't know how sore my shoulders will be when I go to and from get off work every day!"
"It's starting again." "It's starting again."
Lin Nianwei's and Qin Wan's voices overlapped, and even if Duan Yining hadn't spoken yet, they both knew what the other was going to say next.
"When I buy clothes, I can't fit them in my normal size. Do you understand the pain? Even the clothes that fit perfectly on the models in the magazine are hard to button on me, and there's more..."
"..."
"..."
Duan Yining's endless chatter reached the ears of the two of them, and the two of them were able to recite these complaints with one ear and out the other.
It's the end of December, and 2006 is almost over.
The New Year's Day party is one of the few festivals in the school where students can relax. The principal, who always likes these forms of attention, waved his hand and asked every teacher to prepare a small program.
It can be done in a group or alone. Most teachers choose projects such as chorus or poetry recitation that are not very time-consuming and allow you to fish in troubled waters on stage.
However, it was Duan Yining's turn to have a headache.
Chinese teacher Qin Wan joined the poetry recital early.
Music teacher Lin Nianwei also organizes students' programs and teachers' chorus rehearsals.
She was the only one assigned to a solo show.
This is also the reason why Duan Yining has been depressed all day long, and why she sighs alone in the office.
Looking at Duan Yining who was still talking at length, Lin Nianwei raised her hands to cover her ears.
Originally, she wanted to perform alone. After all, her boyfriend Liu Weicheng had promised her to come and watch.
At the beginning, she wanted to give the best performance so that in the following months, Liu Weicheng would be able to think of herself whenever she heard the word "show".
But who would have thought that the request from other students and teachers would force the school's only remaining music teacher to give up his personal opportunity to shine for the sake of the group.
When she thought of this, Lin Nianwei felt very pity.
So who is still in the mood to listen to what Duan Yining seems to be complaining about, but it sounds like she is showing off.
Duan Yining's chatter continued, like a faucet that no one turned off after turning on it. Ever since the topic was opened, years of complaints poured out like a flood.
This phenomenon continued for a long time until there was a knock on the office door.
She then closed her mouth knowingly.
He raised his hand to pick up the teacup on the side, drank heavily, and continued to complain when the unrelated people left.
"Please come in."
As Qin Wan's voice sounded, the people outside the door also turned the doorknob and entered the office.
Holding the Chinese test paper for this in-class mock test, Zhao Xuanying entered the office, came to Qin Wan's desk, and breathed a sigh of relief after putting down the test paper.
"Thanks a lot."
Qin Wan moved the test paper aside, looked at Zhao Xuanying with admiration and said.
The child in front of me chose science, and the one who felt most regretful was her Chinese teacher.
She is beautiful, has a well-behaved and sensible personality, and is very good at studies.
It is difficult for such students not to please the teacher.
Looking away from the test paper, Qin Wan sat and looked at the girl standing next to the desk.
His eyes were firmly fixed on her face, looking at her with a haggard expression.
He said with some distress.
"Have you been studying too hard recently? I see that your complexion is getting worse and worse. If you feel very tired, you can temporarily leave the Chinese class representative to Shen Yunli. After all, she is full of energy every day."
"It's okay. I'm just collecting homework. I'm not tired at all."
"Okay, but you have to study with moderation. I think you almost have dark circles under your eyes."
"OK."
After smiling and responding, blinking frequently, and chatting with the Chinese teacher for a few words, Zhao Xuanying was ready to go back to the teacher first.
But as soon as he turned around, a call came from behind him.
"Yingying, come here for a moment."
"..."
The footsteps stopped, Zhao Xuanying turned around and glanced at Lin Nianwei who called out to her, looked at the other party in confusion and waved to her.
After stopping for a moment, he still walked towards the other party.
After finishing the tea in the cup, Duan Yining, who was still a little thirsty, stood up and walked to the water dispenser in the room.
As soon as he left his seat, Lin Nianwei quickly pulled the chair over.
After placing it next to him, he patted the still warm chair and asked Zhao Xuanying to sit on it.
"Come on, sit down first."
Looking at Zhao Xuanying's face, which looked increasingly tired, Lin Nianwei felt inexplicably distressed.
Recently, Zhao Xuanying seems to have worked too hard in her studies.