The principal's office is located on the first floor of the teaching building, just in the innermost room on the right hand side of the hall. Later I learned that the old principal had a bad spine due to long-term desk work, and there was no elevator in the four-story teaching building, so the old principal had to go up and down the stairs.

It was very inconvenient, so I set up his office on the first floor.

Several security guards pushed me, and my portable switchblade was also seized by the security guards. I walked noisily to the principal's office.

The walls were white, the floor was painted light blue, and there were regular fluorescent lamps a few meters away from the top. I was escorted to the front, surrounded by several security guards behind me, and the dean who was being chased followed me from a distance.

Mouth and face always keep a distance from us, as if they can run away at any time.

What happened in the morning spread quickly in the school. Many students and teachers came over to watch the excitement. People poked their heads out of the teachers' offices on both sides of the corridor from time to time, but no one made a sound, only "pah pah pah".

Footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Walking among them, I suddenly felt like I was being taken to the execution ground. Maybe I had listened to too many Peking Opera model operas since I was a child, and I felt like I was possessed by Yang Zirong, the hero of "Taking Tiger Mountain by Wisdom". I suddenly felt so bold that I blurted out

Started singing.

The Party gives me wisdom and courage,

Thousands of difficulties and dangers only make it easy,

In order to suppress the bandits, first pretend to be bandits,

Like a sharp knife thrust into Weihu Mountain,

I vowed to bury the mountain eagle in the mountain stream,

Ambition shakes the mountains, ambition shakes the abyss,

When we meet our comrades for a hundred chicken feast, we will destroy the bandit's nest and turn it upside down!"

Hearing me suddenly start singing, the students onlookers started to cheer and cheer, and some teachers also secretly smiled. Only the dean behind me muttered in a low voice: "You show off first! You will cry later."

"Yes!" I didn't mind when I heard it, turned around and gave him a blank look, and continued to walk and sing shamelessly.

After the excerpt was sung, the principal's office came to the door. The security guard knocked on the door, and a voice came in. As the door slowly opened, I became a little nervous. After all, it was my mother who took care of my schooling, and I didn't talk to the principal.

After dealing with him, I only knew that the principal’s name was Jiang Zhonghua, who turned out to be a top student at Beijing Normal University. He came to Baicheng alone to teach at this high school decades ago, and worked as a trainee teacher until he became the principal. I didn’t know the rest. So it’s inevitable to be nervous!

But I think back to what my father once taught me. When you meet someone who is scared, you should not be timid. You have to look him directly in the eyes and see that the other person is guilty. Now that things are like this, the worst is to stop studying and become a leader, at least there is still something to be done.

The only way out was that my father would give me a good beating at most. There was nothing to be afraid of! I calmed down and entered the door. To be precise, I was pushed in.

The office is not big, probably less than ten square meters. There is only a desk and chair, a bookshelf next to it, a gray fabric double sofa squeezed in the corner, a clothes rack and a trash can at the door, and nothing else. Maybe.

These items are old and look particularly worn. The cement floor has been cleaned very clean and looks very bright.

After observing the surroundings, I discovered that there was a person sitting opposite the desk, with his back to the sun. I couldn't see his face clearly. I just felt that this person was surrounded by a halo. My thought at the time was, is this the principal? Could it be that this person's small universe exploded?

Already? My whole body is glowing!

The room was not big to begin with, and it became even more cramped when a few people came in at once. The person across the table didn't seem to be in a hurry to greet me. He slowly took a sip of water and then said calmly: "This student stays, and the rest

Let's go!" The voice was not loud, but it was very majestic and aura. Several security guards, especially the dean, were afraid that I would cause trouble and wanted to explain to the principal. However, seeing that the principal was resolute, they stopped talking and left one after another.

In the office, the dean gave me a sharp look before he left. When I noticed, I quickly moved towards him, and he closed the door and ran away like a rabbit.

All the irrelevant people have left, and there are only two of us left in the room. One is sitting and drinking tea slowly, and the other is standing and thinking about the person drinking tea. He has not spoken the whole time. The only communication between the two is the eyes.

The individual kept sizing up each other.

After I got used to the light in the room, I took a serious look at the principal. He must be in his 50s, with mostly white hair combed back, a thin face, and a particularly eye-catching pair of large black glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He was wearing a blue Chinese tunic suit, which may have been washed frequently. Although it was clean, it was still a bit shabby, and he wore a pair of cloth shoes. He sat quietly on his seat and looked at me, giving people a feeling of being energetic but very stressed.

I found that when I observed the principal, his expression was not angry, but a smile at the corner of his mouth. This smile was not the sneer I had when facing gangsters, but a very relaxing and warm smile.

.We just looked at each other for a while, and I couldn't bear it anymore. Just when I was about to speak, the principal spoke first: "The model opera is well performed!"

Huh? Shouldn't we say that I chased the dean with a knife? I came in with high spirits, like an angry red-eyed bull, just waiting for you to drop the red cloth, life or death, you did say the joke! What is going on?

?Playing cards completely out of common sense, completely disrupted my rhythm, and my momentum suddenly dropped a bit.

The principal didn't seem to care about my feelings, and continued to take a slow sip of tea, and continued: "I am your principal, my surname is Jiang Zhonghua, you can call me Lao Jiang! When I was young, I studied at BJ Normal University and went to

Meeting Chairman M in Tianmen, Beijing, I had the same feeling as you when you sang this model opera, with high morale and high momentum." I wanted to interrupt, but he didn't give me a chance, and kept to himself: "I was a normal student at that time.

Students have always believed that all people in a country have the spirit of freedom, equality, and fraternity, and are responsible for the revolution, and they are bound to do so. When I was young and impulsive, I did a lot of wrong things. Later I understood some truths and took the initiative to leave Beijing.

I am now a high school teacher, teaching and educating people to this day. I have sent away dozens of batches of graduates, and they can be regarded as having peaches and plums all over the world." He laughed to himself as he spoke.

Listening to the old principal's eloquent narration of his story, all the high energy I had had was gone, and the confrontational mood I had when I first entered the door had completely dissipated. I slowly sat down on the shabby sofa opposite him and continued to listen to him.

speak.

"I feel that my health is indeed not as good as before. Time is not forgiving! I will retire next year," the old principal sighed for a moment, then looked at me and continued: "Qi Liang, your mother told me about you.

After all, you are still young, and you do something impulsively. It is excusable, but you cannot let it go. Everyone has been young at one time, but this does not become an excuse to avoid all mistakes, what do you think?" After saying this, the old principal was quiet again.

looked at me.

I felt very awkward at that time, like a child who had done something wrong. I was at a loss and muttered nervously: "Principal... I... am not... actually...!"

Seeing that I was so nervous, the old principal didn't blame me too much. He just said to me gently: "Qi Liang, I only ask you one question. Just answer me truthfully. Will you be a good student?"

"I am!" I stood up eagerly and shouted: "Old principal, I will definitely be a good student! Please believe me! I will never betray your trust in me!" Because of my excitement, my face turned red.

, the speaking speed has also sped up a lot.

Ever since I grew up, my mother has always doted on me, and my father has always been violent. I have never met a person who can be like this and can talk to me quietly. I only had one thought at the time, I must be good! Trust yourself.

People have long faces!

Seeing me like this, the old principal also smiled happily. Without saying much, he just called me to his side, tidied up my somewhat messy clothes, returned the switchblade to me, and warned me that conquering a person is not the best way to conquer someone.

You can't just use a weapon. I felt extremely ashamed holding a knife and immediately stated that I would never use it.

I almost burst into tears when I saw the old principal struggling to even stand up and rubbing his waist. When the old principal saw that I was about to cry, he joked, "Kid, I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?"

The old bones can last for a few more years. Save some tears. If I really leave, you won't be too late to cry again. After hearing this, I burst into tears and laughed.

Finally, the old principal told me to adjust myself to study with peace of mind. If there is anything I can't think of, I can always come to chat with him, Lao Jiang! I stood at attention and saluted and replied: "Yes! Appointment!" The old principal laughed and called me a bastard! Then he arranged for the teacher to take me there.

I originally thought that the matter of chasing down the dean of my own classroom would have a big impact, but the old principal tried hard to resolve it. However, I clearly felt that some changes had occurred in my heart. What specific changes were, I still thought for a moment.

not understand.

After a while, I arrived at the door of Class 1, Grade 1 (6), which was my old class. The teacher who brought me here called out the class teacher, who was Teacher Zhang, whom I had a vague impression of. Unexpectedly, Teacher Zhang saw me, and there was nothing wrong with me.

Unexpectedly, he didn’t say a word to me. Instead, he pulled the teacher who brought me aside. The two of them didn’t know what to say. They just saw that Teacher Zhang’s expression seemed very excited, as if he was rejecting something. I felt a little uncomfortable mentally.

A good hunch, this class doesn't seem to be where I finally belong.

The result was not what I expected. This teacher Zhang already had a problem with me skipping classes a lot. In addition, he heard that I stabbed someone and ran away a few months ago. Today is the first day of school, and he chased the dean like a dog.

Damn, she was worried that if such a student would be in her class in the future, and her poor grades would affect her chances of getting into higher education, if her temper came one day, she wouldn't kill her! So she was determined not to let me go.

I was like returned goods again. I was extremely depressed and returned to the principal's office dejectedly.

The principal also called several class teachers from the first grade of high school, but they all got the same result. Knowing that it was me, they all unanimously rejected me! Hearing what they said, I was completely desperate!

Just when I wanted to kill someone, I heard a clear knock on the door. I turned around and saw a youthful and energetic young man coming in. He was in his mid-twenties, with long hair neatly combed into a ponytail. 160

She was about 20 feet tall, and although she was not stunningly beautiful, her big eyes were twinkling. I was wondering who this person was, and she spoke to the principal first: "Lao Jiang, I heard that a chaser came today.

Students from the Dean of Students? Not other teachers?" The old principal pouted at me, even as she told her.

She looked me up and down and said to me: "I am Yang Qingfeng, the acting head teacher of Class 1, Grade 1. I just came here this year and I am still the acting head teacher. You can call me Teacher Yang, or you can call me Feng Qingyang

Master, are you interested in joining us?"

I was like trash at the time. If someone wanted it, it would be great. How could I be qualified to choose? I immediately kept saying yes!

When the old principal heard that Teacher Yang wanted me, he was still surprised. He smiled and said to Teacher Yang: "Xiao Yang, you have to think carefully. This is your first year as the acting class teacher. Can you become a full-time teacher? It's more important than yourself.

I am clear."

"Don't worry, Lao Jiang!" Teacher Yang said disapprovingly: "This student doesn't seem to be bad at heart, and if he dares to fight with the disgusting dean, his character won't be any worse!" It turns out that the dean had a problem with his life style before.

I divorced my wife and am still single. When I saw Teacher Xiao Yang who had just graduated from the normal school and was transferred there, I secretly had bad thoughts in my heart. I always took advantage of job opportunities to harass Teacher Xiao Yang. Teacher Xiao Yang was very annoyed, but she suffered from the lack of anything.

If there is no evidence, I will always tolerate it.
Chapter completed!