With the violent roaring of the eardrums, Zhu Shoucheng thought, this must be a nightmare.
… a real nightmare.
Another nightmare related to Chi Xiaochi.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain why his private chatter with Chi Xiaochi in his dream was recorded and played in public.
Thinking of this, his whole body relaxed strangely.
There was more and more noise around, and more and more teachers who came to inquire about the situation came to the vicinity of the broadcasting room, and surrounded the gold medal old teacher in silence in the center.
Facing Teacher Li's gaze in the broadcasting room, Zhu Shoucheng laughed dryly, took a step back, and turned to look at the face of his familiar colleague.
The strange and unfamiliar eyes were like glue poured from the head, splashed on his face, and the sense of shame was burning like sulfuric acid against Zhu Shoucheng's cheeks, wishing that a layer of skin would burn from his face.
This feeling was so real that Zhu Shoucheng laughed twice, opened his arms, and faced the source of the filthy recording, posing fearlessly, and said loudly: "Okay, once is not enough, twice is not enough, Give me a third time, won't you?"
The teachers present were all stunned by his half-crazy appearance, and they all looked at each other. A male teacher with a big shoulder and a round waist led the master in charge of the school equipment debugging to squeeze Zhu Shoucheng who was blocking the door unceremoniously, and entered the broadcasting room: " What the hell is going on here? Let the children hear the words!"
Teacher Li glanced at Zhu Shoucheng with red eyes, sweating profusely, "I don't know, the equipment suddenly went out of control..."
During the emergency repair, the filthy sound continued to surround in three-dimensional 3D, and the head teacher had already returned to the classroom, hurriedly organized the students to leave the classroom, and temporarily went to the playground to escape.
However, the loudspeakers of eye exercises connected the classrooms of the whole school, and the faint voices from each classroom, like ghosts, wandered around the campus in the daytime.
Already some students recognize whose voice is on the radio.
Students of this age have never been able to hide things, and as soon as they find out, they immediately spread small stories.
However, no matter what the outside world said, Zhu Shoucheng has gradually calmed down.
After having two experiences, Zhu Shoucheng could not be afraid of the third time.
He squinted contemptuously at the young teachers who pointed at him, and repeatedly reminded himself that he could no longer lose to the illusion.
As long as he is calm enough, he can take control of his dreams and wake up from his bed...
When Zhu Shoucheng repeatedly persuaded himself, the vice-principal hurried over with a calm face.
When Zhu Shou set up at the entrance of the broadcasting room, he ran into him, who seemed to be doing nothing, the vice-principal's old face showed a few traces of anger, but it was more inconceivable.
… Zhu Shoucheng is their school’s signature teacher, the second oldest, and the third in the gold medal teacher list at the school gate. He can be regarded as one of the facades of the entire middle school. How could he do such disgusting things to children?
The vice-principal didn't have time to scold him. First, he asked the commissioner when the equipment could be repaired. When he got an ambiguous "I'll take a look again", he was already a little angry. When he turned his head, he saw that Zhu Shoucheng's Zhang Qiang was indifferent. His face and expression became a little colder, and even the politeness was omitted: "Come to my office."
Zhu Shoucheng decided not to obey the NPC's dispatch in this dream: "I won't go."
The vice-principal's anger suddenly rose: "What does 'don't go' mean?"
Zhu Shoucheng remained silent, and this silence undoubtedly angered the vice-principal even more.
He pointed to the loudspeaker in the nearest classroom, his fingers trembling with anger: "Don't tell me, you really did this shit?!"
"Yeah." Now that he knew that he was in a dream, what else did Zhu Shoucheng dare to admit? "What if it was me?"
The people around them all changed color, and even the vice-principal didn't regain his senses for a while.
Did he... actually admit it? As if he had done some glorious deed that deserved it
Hearing the uncontrollable scolding of the young teacher behind him, the vice-principal endured it again and again, and finally, for the sake of the school's face, he turned his head to the two male teachers teaching the second year of junior high school and said, "Teacher Hou, Teacher Chen, Invite Teacher Zhu to my office."
In the face of the two tall and dark-faced descendants, Zhu Shoucheng did not resist.
Even if he is not afraid of the people in his dreams, he does not want to be beaten in his dreams.
When passing through the crowd, Zhu Shoucheng was so happy he wanted to cry out when he saw a circle of people staring at him in astonishment and hatred.
Unexpectedly, the taste of breaking through the secret in public at one time is so refreshing!
The secret had been pressing heavily in his heart for many years, and it almost turned into a carbuncle, but now he suddenly saw the light of the sky, a breeze blew through the window of his heart that had been depressed for a long time, and his internal organs and limbs were so relieved that he felt that in the next second can fly.
He strutted past the crowd, as if he were receiving a glorious review of the general.
After inviting Zhu Shoucheng to the vice-principal's office, the two discussed it and determined that the other party had no classes for the last two classes in the morning, so in order to prevent Zhu Shoucheng from escaping, they simply stood in the office to guard him.
Zhu Shoucheng also changed his past mild manners and sat down on the vice-principal's office chair, relaxed and waited to wake up from the dream.
Over time, however, the office was still the same office, and the guards were still those two guards.
Zhu Shoucheng's sweat glands, which had been dry, began to secrete hot sweat that was itchy all over again.
... Is this dream overdone
…
Before the afternoon class, Chi Xiaochi, who had started at the same time as the public junior high school taught by Zhu Shoucheng, was reading a book in his seat, while his deskmate was biting a pen next to him, studying the exercises assigned by the math teacher in the morning and said to be taught in the afternoon.
The same table studied for a while, and found that the research could not come out, so he turned his big head to Chi Xiaochi, and hinted: "At the same table, let's carry forward the spirit of communist internationalism."
Chi Xiaochi didn't lift his head: "Choose D."
The tablemate said angrily: "Choose your big head D, and you choose D for the function question. You didn't listen to me at all, and you don't have me in your fucking heart."
Just as Chi Xiaochi was about to speak, the head teacher stood at the door with a very bad expression: "... Xiaochi, come out for a moment."
Schadenfreude at the same table: "Hey, a big gift package for the start of school."
Chi Xiaochi didn't say a word, and slapped his face with the backhand of the exercise book that he had filled up.
Two minutes later, the head teacher and Chi Xiaochi looked at each other in the narrow office.
The head teacher was holding a recording in his hand, which was given to him by a classmate who graduated from the same normal school as him and taught in the public junior high school next door.
The original words of the classmates were: "The teachers of our school's math group met urgently today, and I remember that before the holiday, Mr. Zhu rejected the requests of several students' parents to make up the class, saying that it was for a neighbor's child named 'Xiaochi'. Supplementary class. I heard you mentioned that there is a student in your class with exceptional parents, called... Chi Xiaochi, right?"
The head teacher's face was pale, and he didn't know how to face Chi Xiaochi's open and clear eyes.
He pulled a stool for Chi Xiaochi and asked him to sit down politely: "Xiaochi, where did you go during your summer vacation...? What did you do?"
Chi Xiaochi said sternly: "Do your homework at home."
Knowing the seriousness of the matter, the head teacher saw that he was so serious and could not laugh at all. He was so anxious, but he could only hold his temper and asked step by step: "And then? Except for the homework?"
"Follow my brother to make up lessons, ice skating, watch movies, eat ice, play billiards, go to the game hall, visit haunted houses, and travel to other places for two days, watch the Yellow Crane Tower, and eat hot and dry noodles..."
After counting a lot at random, Chi Xiaochi cut to the topic in a hurry: "Ah, by the way, I also followed our teacher Zhu next door to tutor for a while."
The head teacher's heart fell heavily, and his body couldn't help but lean forward, his expression became a little more anxious: "He treated you... Cough, what did you do?"
Chi Xiaochi looked puzzled, but he still counted obediently: "Mr. Zhu took me to go fishing, eat grilled fish, took me to tutor at home, and invited me to eat mung bean popsicles."
The more the head teacher listened, the more pale his face became: "Did he do anything else to you?"
Contrary to the head teacher's expectations, Chi Xiaochi shook his head and said cheerfully, "No."
"… no?"
The head teacher remembered the unpleasant recording he received, and after listening to it with trepidation, he almost spit it out.
He suspected that Chi Xiaochi was too young to understand what kind of injury he had suffered. His expression changed a few times, and he finally made up his mind to ask the question to the end.
The head teacher softened his voice: "Xiaochi, tell the teacher frankly, did Teacher Zhu do something to you that is... inappropriate?"
Chi Xiaochi asked curiously, "What is a 'not very suitable thing'?"
The head teacher was so anxious that he almost stomped his feet, and his heart slammed, and he asked like a cannonball: "Did he touch any hidden parts of your body? Did he invite you to his bedroom? Did you... kiss, or hug you?"
Chi Xiaochi blinked and gave the exact same answer as before: "No."
Where did the head teacher talk to the students about such private matters, his face flushed, and he patiently persuaded: "Xiaochi, no matter what Teacher Zhu threatens you, he can't hurt you now. You can tell the truth to the teacher, don't be afraid. ."
Chi Xiaochi smiled brightly: "Teacher, Mr. Zhu didn't do anything to me. I followed him for half a month, and then Mr. Zhu fell ill and was hospitalized, so I didn't go to his house again."
The head teacher was skeptical: "Really?"
Chi Xiaochi nodded: "Yeah. Fortunately, he is ill."
The head teacher's heart that had just let go was tense again in an instant: "What?"
Chi Xiaochi lowered his voice and put on a gesture of telling a little secret to a trusted elder: "Teacher, let me tell you, don't tell other people. Teacher Zhu always says some strange things to me, and I don't feel comfortable listening to it. , In fact, I wanted to pretend to be sick and didn't want to go, but Mr. Zhu himself became ill..."
"Strange thing?"
"Yeah." Chi Xiaochi took out a recording pen in his pocket, and sold his teammates with a straight face, "My mother asked me to record every time I go to Teacher Zhu's house, so that I can come back to review. I I felt that Teacher Zhu's attitude towards me was strange sometimes, but he didn't dare to tell my mother, so he took the recording to my neighbor's brother. After my brother heard it, he told me to stop approaching Teacher Zhu, He also told me not to talk to others casually.... He said a lot of things, and I don't understand very well.
The head teacher looked at Chi Xiaochi's appearance, it didn't look like he had been hurt, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and took the recording pen that he handed over, intending to give it to his classmates to listen to and find clues .
After putting away the recorder, the head teacher couldn't help but ask him, "Why doesn't your brother let you tell others?"
There were some strange emotions suddenly appeared in Chi Xiaochi's eyes, which did not match his youthful and immature face, as if the blade of the previous life had cut his heart again.
But soon, the trace of incongruity disappeared from his face.
Chi Xiaochi leaned back and licked his lips: "...because no one will believe me at all."
After confirming that the victim was not Chi Xiaochi, the head teacher was not completely relieved.
This means that the real victim has not been found.
In contrast, Zhu Shoucheng's colleagues are the real ones.
The audio is in hand and played repeatedly. After repeated confirmation, in addition to confirming that one of the protagonists is Zhu Shoucheng, the teachers have again disputed the name of the victim.
When Zhu Shoucheng read the child's name, his tone was light and ambiguous. He didn't know if it was Xiaochi, Xiaochi, Xiaoshi, Xiaozhi, or Xiaozhi, but Zhu Shoucheng swept away his indifferent attitude when he was caught in the morning, not a word. Ken admitted that he only hid in the vice-principal's office and couldn't come out. The angry teacher wanted to pull him out, hold him down, and beat him.
In short, the date of the recording is unknown, and the specific victim is unknown. It may even be any boy Zhu Shoucheng has taught.
The unprovoked equipment was not repaired until the bell rang in the third class. And one noon time is enough for the students to parrot this new thing happening in the school to their parents.
Before class in the afternoon, several parents had accompanied their children to school, seriously asking what happened and why the indecent audio related to the teacher and the child was played.
The head teachers explained a few words palely, and finally coaxed the questioning parents away first.
However, what should come will always come.
Early the next morning, the road outside the school was directly blocked by the furious parents who spent the night exchanging information with each other.