Although she does not have to attend class every Sunday evening self-study, Jiang Xinyu always goes to the school dormitory in advance on Sunday afternoons. When she arrives at the dormitory, she either does laundry, reads a book, or chats with other teachers.
After Zhong Ying knocked on the door and came in, she saw her reading her high school textbook again, and asked in surprise: "You seem to be flipping through high school textbooks a lot. Why are you so busy?"
Jiang Xinyu casually joked: "Junior high school knowledge is too simple and boring. I want to teach high school. I don't know how to become a high school teacher, so I will read the book first."
Zhong Ying couldn't understand her brain circuit. Teaching junior high school or high school was just a job for her. The teacher's salary level depended on whether it was a public teacher or a private teacher. When the salary was about the same, what should be taught and what should not be taught?
Jiang Xinyu said again: "It's okay, you all should take a look. There is no harm in continuing to study." She also kindly reminded that if you prepare early, you have a better chance of winning, right?
Zhong Ying shook her head, "Don't you know that I used to be an educated youth? If my studies were useful, I wouldn't need to go to the countryside? I can't go to university anyway. I think you are just too busy."
"My Wu Jian heard from Luo Yuan that classes will be held until Saturday in the future, and the holiday will not be until noon on Saturday. The county has already started, and we will implement it soon."
The school was not stable in the past few years, and there were times when classes were suspended for long periods of time. It is not easy to maintain stable classes now.
While the two were talking, Song Guifang opened the door and came in. When she saw Jiang Xinyu sitting at the table, she suddenly remembered the day Fan Tao came to help Jiang Xinyu get a pen.
Song Guifang put down her things and said casually: "Xiao Jiang, did you ask your cousin Fan Tao to come to the dormitory to help you get a pen after you left that day?"
Jiang Xinyu was a little confused, "No."
She looked at the simple pen holder made of a paper box on the table, and her only pen was really missing from it.
"This turtle grandson dares to steal my things in an open and honest manner. He is very courageous!" Jiang Xinyu was so angry that she even cursed.
Song Guifang was stunned, "Didn't you ask him to come? Then he is too courageous."
Zhong Ying guessed: "Didn't he steal a female classmate's pen and break it? Luo Yuan asked him to pay someone else for one. He didn't come to steal your pen and return it, right? This kid is really lawless.
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Song Guifang looked surprised: "He stole someone else's pen? Continue to steal Xiao Jiang's and return it?"
"Sure enough, every mother has a son. His mother was notoriously annoying in the advance brigade. She took her little son to talk to other people's houses because they ate meat. If she didn't give her little son,
To eat, his youngest son would lie on the floor and roll around, and she even tried to persuade him hypocritically."
Why Song Guifang knew so clearly was because Jiang Cuicui had brought her children to the Zhu family's house when they were eating meat, but she looked down on such behavior at all.
Zhong Ying was astonished when she heard this, "There was nothing so weird in the team where I jumped in before."
Jiang Xinyu wanted to say that Jiang Cuicui's temperament and temperament were inherited from Mrs. Li, and the mother and daughter were of the same virtue. Mrs. Li was also a well-known figure in the countryside. Jiang Xinyu felt a little embarrassed when she mentioned that she was her grandmother, so she simply didn't
mentioned.
Song Guifang felt a little guilty, "I should have asked clearly that day, I shouldn't have let him in."
Jiang Xinyu: "It's okay. I'll go find him now and I should be able to get him back."
Song Guifang also stood up: "I'll go with you."
Zhong Xin had nothing to do, so he simply got up and followed to watch the fun.
It is not yet time for evening self-study, some students have already gone to the classroom to sit, some students have just arrived at school and are still in the dormitory, and some boys are playing basketball on the school basketball court.
The basketball court in the school is also quite simple. Unlike the various facilities in later schools, the floor of the basketball court in the school now is not cement, and the wooden basketball board seems to fall off when hit by a basketball.
The three of them first went to the boys' dormitory but found no one. Later, they found Fan Tao who was having fun on the basketball court.
Jiang Xinyu shouted several times, but the man pretended to be deaf.
Song Guifang shouted loudly: "Stop playing, it's time for self-study in the evening. Go back to the classroom."
This sound is quite penetrating, and Song Guifang is quite dignified as the class teacher. She is quite gentle when getting along with teachers like Jiang Xinyu, but among the students, Song Guifang is still a bit intimidating.
"It's not time yet, let us play for a while, just for a while!"
Some students were unwilling to leave and tried to bargain with the teachers.
Song Guifang pointed at Fan Tao: "Let him come over and you continue to play."
Fan Tao was pushed over by his classmates, "Gungungun, I'm looking for you, hurry up."
Fan Tao knew why Jiang Xinyu was looking for him, but he was not afraid and even asked with a playful smile: "Sister Xinyu, do you want to see me for something?"
Jiang Xinyu sneered: "Give me back my pen, or I will go to the police station to report you for burglary."
Fan Tao didn't expect her to be so ruthless, so he reported the crime immediately, but he had no intention of admitting it, and he said confidently, "Sister, what do you mean? You obviously told me to give me your pen and let me compensate my classmates. Now you
Why don't you admit it? Oh, I understand, you just want to harm me on purpose?"
Jiang Xinyu's eyes were opened to how shameless a person can be.
Song Guifang didn't think Jiang Xinyu was lying, because Jiang Xinyu was completely unnecessary.
Zhong Ying still remembers the day when Fan Tao asked Jiang Xinyu for help in the office and was rejected by her, "Do you think everyone else is a fool? That day when you asked Teacher Jiang for help in the office, Teacher Jiang rejected you."
Fan Tao was very shameless: "I didn't want to be called a parent, so I asked Teacher Jiang for help. She refused, but she did not refuse to compensate me for the pen."
Song Guifang was so angry: "Did you return the pen?"
Fan Tao said proudly: "I have already returned it. I returned it as soon as I got it that day. Teacher Song, you have to give me justice. If I hadn't asked for my sister's permission, could I have gone to the dormitory to get the pen openly?"
Jiang Xinyu's fists felt itchy when she saw him looking like he was so indifferent to me.
"Okay, you say I agreed to give you the pen, and you tell me the specific time and place."
Fan Tao rolled his eyes, "On the afternoon of Friday's holiday, you agreed when you left school."
Jiang Xinyu: "Did anyone see it inside or outside the school gate?"
Fan Tao raised his voice and called for someone, and soon a tall and thin male classmate with sweat all over his head came.
"Li Dong, you must have heard my sister tell me to go to the dormitory to get a pen that day."
Jiang Xinyu sneered. If he didn't pull the so-called witness, she might really have no choice but to go to the police station.
"Li Dong, I advise you to tell the truth. That pen costs three yuan. If you help Fan Tao tell lies here, we will go to the police station."