The class bell rang again, the laughter in the campus gradually disappeared, and the voices of "Hello, teacher" kept coming and going.
The vehicle started again and drove slowly to the auditorium next to the teaching building.
The neat tables and chairs, the portraits of celebrities hanging on the walls, and the rostrum of some years, seemed to take Qin Xiaobao back to his student days, and his body could not help but tremble, the terrible senior year of high school life.
"There are three doors in the auditorium. Mr. Qin, please hide outside the small door on the right side of the stage..." The vice principal took everyone to take a look, while the agent was playing with the computer with the school staff.
After spending ten minutes and looking around, Qin Xiaobao felt confident.
He looked at several head teachers: "Teachers, do you have a roster of students?"
"There is some, I'll get it right away." A certain teacher stood up.
Qin Xiaobao nodded in thanks: "I have an idea, are there those who, for example, did not have outstanding grades in the first and second years of high school, but in the third year of high school, through their own efforts, their grades improved."
"There are a few, but not many."
"I'll tell you and you can judge whether it's suitable."
"Mr. Qin, please speak." The vice principal made a listening gesture.
"I think students who study well will be more self-disciplined. We should encourage those children who need to work harder, give more incentives, cultivate self-confidence, and send albums. I personally use some money as scholarships to give
What do you think of the students who have made great progress?"
Several teachers looked at each other, and in the end it was the vice-principal who had to make a decision.
"I understand what Mr. Qin means. You can give it a try. The school has always commended outstanding students, but some children did reach the third year of high school and realized the importance. They began to work hard and made great progress. They can indeed be used as role models.
But you don’t have to pay for it. Students shouldn’t be rewarded too much. You can just be responsible for awarding awards.”
"Okay." Qin Xiaobao didn't argue.
Soon the teacher brought the roster. After discussion, each class selected the children who had made the most progress. Qin Xiaobao asked for paper and pen to record their names and scores.
There were still twenty minutes before the students finished class, and a certain class teacher hesitated for a long time: "Mr. Qin, can we take a photo together?"
"Of course!" Qin Xiaobao smiled and stood up directly. Other teachers also gathered around him, including the vice principal.
Click? Click, click!
"Mr. Qin," the female teacher said with joy on her face, "Can I post it to Moments?"
"Casual? I don't care."
"Thanks!"
Five minutes before the end of get out of class, Qin Xiaobao stood up, shook hands with the teachers, consciously walked to the side door, returned to the car, lowered his desk and chairs, and felt flat. Although students may not necessarily come over, it is better to be careful.
The crisp bell rang again. After a while, the voices of children came from the auditorium.
"Each class should take the time to sit according to their positions. Don't whisper to each other all the time. Students who use the toilet should shout..." the vice principal was maintaining order.
"It seems like I'm back to my student days." The manager sighed and the costumer and makeup artist nodded, all feeling the same way.
"I used to hate meetings like this the most. They were so smelly and long, and they made me fall asleep."
"Similarly, if I had a star like Brother Xiaobao to encourage me, I would definitely be able to go to Peking University and Tsinghua University."
"Hahaha!" Qin Xiaobao laughed a few times and lowered his voice: "I'm not a panacea. If I still have this effect, why should I sing a song? I can just go on a national high school tour."
"The power of idols is infinite."
"Stop it, I still want shame." The rainbow fart was a bit too much.
According to the plan, the vice-principal adopted a fatigue offensive. After a full day of classes, the students were actually very tired. He was still preaching great truths on the stage, and many people began to yawn.
Ten minutes later, he finally stopped. Before the children could react, the teacher went up again.
The teacher comes down and the seniors take over.
"Why..."
The sigh reached the door, and Qin Xiaobao was amused.
"Everyone is impatient!"
"It's so funny."
The senior indeed graduated from this school and went to Tsinghua University. Standing on the stage, he made a serious face as planned: "You don't seem to welcome me very much!"
"No..." the reply was weak.
"Okay, I'm leaving!" The senior turned around and walked out without looking back.
The originally noisy auditorium suddenly fell silent. The children were frightened. Did they really leave?
It seemed that he was right. The teacher chased him out and seemed to be apologizing.
The vice-principal stood up awkwardly, stretched out his index finger and tapped it in the air a few times, with a twisted look on his face.
Although the senior high school students are already eighteen or nineteen years old, they have never seen such a scene. They look at each other's faces or ask each other with their mouths. What should they do?
After a while, the teacher who chased him came back and shook his head gently at the vice principal.
"You guys..." The vice-principal also got into the act and let out a long sigh: "The senior took a special leave and rushed over to teach you his experience. He spent a week preparing for this speech.
Let’s look at you again, what do you look like? You are young and have no vitality at all. Now that you are well, what will you do if you are gone?”
After speaking, he slammed the table hard.
Many students showed apologetic expressions. They did not expect that the person would leave. They lowered their heads one after another, feeling that they had done something wrong.
"Okay, now that I'm gone, you guys should just reflect on it here and stay until school is over before going home."
After speaking, he left with all the teachers.
There was a brief silence, and when the teacher really left, the children started talking.
"What should I do?"
"I won't tell my parents."
"Actually, I really want to hear the seniors' experiences!"
"Then don't answer louder."
"Ouch, the front is too long, I want to sleep."
"Squad leader, what do you think we should do?"
"How about we go and apologize together?"
"I don't know what to do either?"
"Why don't we write a self-review together?"
"In the name of the class?"
"I think it's okay."
While the children were talking and worried, suddenly, music sounded in the auditorium.
Hundreds of people acted in surprisingly unison, raising their heads and looking left and right.
what's the situation?
Why is there music.
"Hey, it's Qin Xiaobao's song, "The Love of My Life"."
"I've heard of it too."
"What song are you playing now?"
"Could it be a mistake?"
Just when the children were confused, the door on the side of the stage opened, and a figure wearing a hat and lowered his head appeared.
Then the song started:
The past is gone and it will never come back again
Red fallen leaves are buried in the dust
The beginning and the end are always the same
You are floating in the sky beyond the white clouds