The air in April is wet and sticky, and the rainy season is coming.
between classes.
There were only a few people standing sparsely in the corridor on the second floor of the Mingzhi Building of No. 7 Middle School. The weather was bad, and everyone was too lazy to come out after class.
Suddenly, a round figure in a blue and white school uniform galloped down the corridor and rushed into the second and fifth class of high school with a shocking gossip.
"There's a mental illness in our class." Chubby shouted loudly.
High school was quiet for a moment, and then it seemed like a drop of water fell into the hot oil and fried.
Last week, the gossip came from nowhere, high school sophomores and fifths have been rumored that there are transfer students coming.
"real or fake?"
"Are there really transfer students?"
"It's already April, how could someone transfer at this time?"
"That's why it's not normal! I knew it!"
"Zhang Ban has only been gone for a week, and the second and fifth grades of high school are about to end! Even mental illness is here!"
"Where did you hear the news, fat brother?!"
Xiao Pang's voice woke up Zhan Ming, who had been asleep for most of the class.
Wu Yuan turned around at the front table and threw a bag of soy milk steamed buns on the table: "Brother Zhan, it's still hot, hurry up and eat."
Zhan Ming let out a "hmm", ate a steamed bun in two mouthfuls, and drank a whole bag of soy milk in one mouthful, without looking up, he listened to the little fat man.
Xiao Pang stood in front of the first table in the first group and carefully revised his words.
"It can't be called mental illness, but there may be some mental problems."
Gao Linlin at the first table asked Xiaopang, "How did you know?"
The little fat brows beamed: "I didn't write the essay, but I was called by Pharaoh to criticize it. I heard it in the office. Lin Jun was born as the head teacher for a month, and he took care of this matter. The director of the Political Department was telling him that this transfer student was in the office. I heard the director of the Political Department tell him to pay attention to this student, focus on what can't stimulate him, and pay attention to how his classmates get along with him. I was greatly stimulated, so I transferred to our No. 7 Middle School."
There are ten or twenty teachers in a teacher's office, who usually praise, care, reprimand, and teach students, all in this small office. The students in Class 1 were asked if they were in puppy love, and the students in Class 2 got a 5 in the quiz, and the teachers in the whole year basically heard it.
No way, the school does not create a small secret room or something, and let the head teachers do ideological work in private.
Because adults have lived for decades, there are little facts that, in their opinion, are hardly worth keeping secrets.
When the director of the Political Department told Lin Junsheng in the crowded office, he lowered his voice, but he did not expect to avoid other teachers and students.
Little Fatty pricked up his ears for gossip, listened to bits and pieces, pieced it together by himself, and told the whole class what he thought was the truth.
"This transfer student, because of his strange personality, was isolated by his former classmates. In addition, the study pressure was too great, and his grades dropped. He couldn't bear it psychologically, and he was tired of studying. Two months after the start of school, he was locked at home and refused to go. Going to school! No way, the parents had to make great efforts to transfer him to our school. Although our seventh middle school is not as important as the first middle school, it is still a school. It is better to come out to contact the normal society than to lock yourself in a mental state. ."
It's quite strange to transfer in the second semester of high school, and it's not on the first day of school. It's been two months. What's the matter with the transfer now
The whole class of the second and fifth graders in high school felt that this transfer was strange, but at this time, when Xiao Pang said it, they all felt that "it really is."
Zhang Ming, the former head teacher of the second and fifth year of senior high school, asked for leave. His wife gave birth prematurely last week. He was halfway through class when he was hurriedly called away by the language master. Since then, I have entered a state of stocking on the second and fifth grades of high school. From last week to this week, I have been crazy. Gao Linlin, the study committee member at the first table, even brought his cell phone to the school.
No. 7 Middle School usually does not allow you to bring smartphones. You can only bring old-fashioned phones.
The school let biology teacher Lin Junsheng take the place of the head teacher. Lin Junsheng has a lot of classes, and he doesn't care about other people's classes at all. Besides, in just one month, Zhang Ming came back. It would be nice if Lin Junsheng could manage the class attendance, so that 40 people in a class could sit in the classroom completely.
But now there is one more hot potato.
This transfer student...
While thinking about it, Lin Junsheng entered the fifth classroom.