In their opinion, if you can do something with the teacher, you might really want to take off their pants.
Several children tremblingly looked at their parents with despair and pleading expressions.
Ning Shu suddenly clapped his hands, "Yes, it's like this, I like to watch it, but I'm desperate."
Everyone:...
This is not a neuropathy, plus metamorphosis.
Even Zeng Xian has some...
Isn't he crazy
There were a lot of people watching the excitement around. Several parents had bad faces on their faces and decided to compromise. One person accompanied him for 600 yuan, and for four people, it was two thousand and four hundred yuan.
It's almost one month's salary of Sun Hongying in the factory.
Ning Shu happily accepted the money, and while spitting out to count the money, he smiled and said to the four children: "Don't bully Zeng Xian, otherwise I will come to you."
The children were so frightened that their faces were a little pale, and the more playful ones wanted to scold them back, but they were held back by their fathers.
With so many people watching, they are still shameless.
They are exquisite porcelain, and the other is rubble, which is not worth head-on.
Several parents took their children and slumped away. Ning Shu put the money in the bag contentedly, and took two shots of the bag, "This trip is worth it."
Zeng twitched the corners of his mouth, a little weak, unable to say a word.
"Your teacher asked you to go home, then we will go back to 8??, we will take the bus when we go back, not in a hurry." Ning Shu said.
Kong Beibei came out from behind the tree and looked at the back of the two of them going away with firm eyes.
Ning Shu looked back at the direction of the school, always feeling a scorching gaze towards them.
Zeng Xian opened his mouth and asked, "What's the matter?"
Ning Shu shook his head: "It's okay, but I started to beat your teacher. I'm afraid your life in school is not good. Anyway, you also have money now. Do you want to change to another school?"
Zeng Xian: "... It doesn't matter, she has never liked it anyway, it's the same whether or not it's the same."
Ning Shu asked, "Because your grades are not good."
Zeng Xian looked at her, "Do you also use your grades to see people?"
With unabashed contempt on Ning Shu's face, she almost raised her middle finger, "Naive, ridiculous, and superficial."
"As a teacher, of course I like good grades. Grades are never linked to character, but grades are your armor and bargaining chips."
"Achievement does not represent a person's character, but a person's degree of hard work. Does other teachers like to be hardworking or lazy? This is simply the opposite of humanity, genre, okay?"
"If your grades are good, at least equal to those kids, would your teacher have this attitude? At this time, your grades are your bargaining chips."
I hate it and complain indignantly that the teacher just likes good grades and uses grades to determine everything.
Sometimes I have to say, it’s not that performance is everything, but that you don’t have this bargaining chip.
When I was young, grades were a bargaining chip, but when I grew up, money and work were a bargaining chip.
It's so cruel and realistic, and there is no warmth.
Ning Shu looked up and down Zeng Xian, "I'm a teacher and I don't like you either. It's like when I was working, I didn't support my work at all, let me deduct wages, and block people and money like killing my parents."
There was contempt in her tone that could not be concealed, "At this time, I want to make people talk to you in a good voice, even a saint can't do it."
Whoever says to teach and educate people, but the teacher is also a human being, not a saint, but an ordinary person, a mortal, with seven emotions and six desires.
Teachers, in the final analysis, are a profession, a profession to support the family, and then the aura brought by this profession.
You can't ask the teacher to be like a saint because of this halo.
Zeng Xian:...
The eldest aunt still speaks bitterly and meanly as always, but this is not rough. If he has good grades and has this capital, the teacher will probably be more tolerant.
Ning Shu stretched out his hand so hard that he patted Zeng Xian on the shoulder, relentlessly, vigorously squeezed half of Zeng Xian's body upside down, "If you want to live a better life, you must have a bargaining chip. You need a bargaining chip for trouble, otherwise you can only get off the table."
"Without a bargaining chip, it is really disappointing and naive to be wronged by the table. For your teacher, you are a person who is not qualified to play at the poker table, and a person who is still arrogant and uninterested."
Competition is ubiquitous, even in a peaceful school, how else would there be a ranking
"Understood, don't make trouble at every turn in the future. Your uncle and I are very busy, busy making money and living. If you are so uninterested, you always make things happen..."
"I will hit you."
Zeng Xian didn't know what he was thinking about, and used Ning Shu's rebuttal against the teacher to refute Ning Shu: "Is it my fault that I was bullied for no reason."
Ning Shu: "Of course it's not your fault. You just didn't even have a bargaining chip to let the teacher favor you."
"You sleep in class, sleep in exams, and never study seriously. Is this your fault? Is it your fault that others force you not to study seriously?"
Ning Shu snorted, "Put aside character first, but those who work hard should be respected if they are rewarded."
Zeng Xian:...
I can't say it, I can't say it, I slipped away.
The two stood at the bus stop. Ning Shu sat on the bench, holding his bag. Zeng Xian knew that there was a huge sum of money inside.
The place that Sun Hongying hated before, now suddenly feels a bit pitiful and absurd.
It's all for the money, there is no survival thing, and you can't face it calmly.
It's so hideous and disgusting, just because of survival.
Zeng Xian felt that he should not hold a hostile attitude towards Sun Hongying, but a kind of pity. It was life that made her like this and care about what.
When the bus arrived, Zeng Xian turned his body on his side to let Ning Shu get on first, and then lost two coins. He knew that the eldest mother would not give it, and a dollar is not money!
After Zeng Xian got in the car, behind him was a white and tender little Aunt Liang, who was wearing a green skirt on her body, full of youthful breath.
She fumbled all over her body and didn't touch the money. Then she remembered that she hadn't got her little wallet in school, blushing for a while, and didn't want to get out of the car.
She blushed and said to Zeng Xian, "Could you lend me a dollar?"
Zeng Xian glanced at her, "Don't borrow."
Ning Shu glanced at the mushroom cool, as if he had suffered some great grievance, his eyes were red, and he looked at Zeng Xian in disbelief.
Well, the straight man of steel.
But soon, Ning Shu discovered that there was a muddy soul in this little aunt Liang's crisp body.
It stands to reason that at the age of Xiaoguliang, the soul will not become muddy like this.
Seven emotions and six desires, all kinds of feelings, all kinds of emotions make the soul dirty and produce soul poison.
(End of this chapter)