The whole dormitory ran over to see him, and saw him sticking to the wall alone, raising one leg in a posture like a yellow dog urinating, everyone laughed.
As a fighter among the scumbags, Li Jianhui is usually arrogant and arrogant. He has never experienced such a large-scale social death scene. With all his strength, he just can't move, he is flustered, angry and ashamed.
The supervisor ran up and saw that there were all people in the corridor. He split the students and drilled in, and saw that Li Jianhui had a big head, and it was him again.
It really doesn't stop.
The supervisor stepped forward and broke his shoulder, "What are you doing?"
Li Jianhui was broken by the dormitory, and he could move immediately. After moving his hands and feet, he hugged the dormitory with one hand and burst into tears.
This thorny head was crying. It was really the first time I saw him. Although Suguan was angry that he used to make troubles, he was still a half-year-old child. He calmed down a few words, "Okay, stop making troubles, go back to wash and sleep."
The biracial beast came to help him, turned and entered the dormitory.
Yu Wenhuang was already lying on the bed. As for the cushion covered with shampoo, it was now replaced by Li Jianhui's bed. Misty Ming walked over and said in a low voice, "We don't dare to mess with him if we change the single digits."
Li Jianhui looked at the cushion covered with shampoo, and then at Yu Wenhuang, who had closed his eyes but was still handsome and cold. Thinking of the fact that he could not move just now, he suddenly felt shocked. He rolled the cushion and lay directly on the bed. .
Li Jianhui was the thorn in the dormitory, so he cleaned up. The others didn't dare to treat Yu Wenhuang and stayed away.
Yu Wenhuang was very unhappy. This class is really far from what he thought. Are these people crazy? I’m in my third year of high school and I still have time to make trouble. I don’t think about my future. Although the college entrance examination is not the only way out, it must be a very important starting point.
Do they have no dreams
The one who was as unhappy as Yu Wenhuang was the unlucky Zhang, the head teacher.
After studying late at night, he wanted to go to the prefect’s office to tell us if he could not let Yu Wenhuang take the test. When he arrived at the door, he heard several head teachers explaining the day’s test. The head teacher of the second class joked that he didn’t know. Can the sixth class set a new low this time
Hearing these words, he felt particularly uncomfortable.
He has been teaching and educating people for eighteen years. He has been teaching balance classes. The so-called balance classes are simply poor students. Top students are selected to experimental or express classes. Even if he tried his best, few students took it. Get it out.
He felt it was particularly meaningless, like a mess.
In fact, a class teacher who teaches balance classes like him has a lot of mentality already lying flat, and even if he does what he needs to do.
He didn't want to lie down, he didn't want to grow old in the future, and recalled his teaching career without any results.
He persisted like this year after year, and this year, his mentality really collapsed.
He was born of divorce.
Back home, he discussed with his wife that he wanted to resign.
"But you took the third year of high school. Your resignation will have an impact on your children. It is also difficult for the school to arrange for people to pick up your class. I'm afraid it will be more perfunctory." His wife was worried.
Hearing these words, he wanted to cry, touched a cigarette, and slowly put it on. Even though the group of mischievous things made him worry so much, he thought that he had taken it from the second year of high school and would throw it to other people. Still reluctant to give up.
"I'll think about it again." Zhang said unlucky.
However, once the thought of resigning came into being, it was like a prairie fire, which could not be suppressed.
In the middle of the night, he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror and saw the white hair on his sideburn. He was only in his early forties and he was already like a fifty-year-old man. He made up his mind to resign!