After Escaping Marriage [GL]

The old man at the car repair booth has been repairing cars here for more than 20 years. Yu Qingtang used to repair his bicycles when they broke down. Later, he opened a bicycle dealership a few hundred meters away from the school. Many students came to see it. There are more "reliable" car repair shops, and fewer and fewer students patronize Grandpa's car repair booth.

Yu Qingtang has been like a day for several years. It is early in the morning, and he will deliberately chat with each other for a while.

After graduating, Yu Qingtang never came back, including after becoming a teacher at No. 1 Middle School, she only occasionally glanced at it from a distance, and never came closer. Seven or eight years have passed, perhaps the other party has forgotten her.

Yu Qingtang watched the backs of the two at the school gate as usual, and then stepped into the school gate.

Cheng Zhanxi was sweating profusely while gesturing. Her accumulation of sign language is really too little, because she doesn't use it at ordinary times. Many of them forget to learn, forget to learn again, and forget again. She laughed silently in the face of being amused by her. The old grandfather, she decided to go back and practice more. In case she finds Momo in the future, she will still only have those few words, how embarrassing.

Cheng Zhanxi stepped into the office, and Yu Qingtang gave her a meaningful look from behind the desk.

Cheng Zhanxi touched his face strangely.

What's wrong again?

Yu Qingtang got up and said flatly, "I'm going to the classroom."

Cheng Zhanxi immediately said, "I'm going too." She thought about it, and then changed her mind, "I'm not going."

The relationship between the seventh class students and Yu Qingtang is almost at a standstill, she doesn't want to set off by the side any more, adding fuel to the fire.

Yu Qingtang hummed and left alone.

The door of Class 7 classroom.

Yu Qingtang was the same as before, standing in the corridor outside the classroom watching the students in school uniforms come up the stairs one by one, either alone or in pairs.

Some will say hello: "Hello, teacher."

Yu Qingtang nodded.

Some classmates just walked in when they were used to it, because Yu Qingtang was not in the way.

After saying hello, a student stood in front of Yu Qingtang and didn't leave. He raised his head boldly and looked into her eyes.

Yu Qingtang and her looked at each other.

Yu Qingtang: "??? Is there something wrong?"

The girl lowered her head unconsciously and said, "...No."

Yu Qingtang said indifferently, "Go in."

The girl entered and looked back at the last second before disappearing behind the door.

Five minutes before the morning reading class, Li Lan appeared at the end of the corridor, with a neat ponytail, a beautiful face, a straight back, and a clean school uniform that made the students in the corridor a bright spot.

Regardless of whether she is the squad leader or not, she is a very eye-catching girl.

Yu Qingtang turned around and looked at the morning reading in the class. After hearing Li Lan's footsteps, she turned around and swept across her face with a calm gaze, so fast that she couldn't see the mole on the tip of her nose.

"Hello teacher."

"go in."

Li Lan stood on the spot and said in a volume that only two people could hear: "Mr. Yu, I have something to tell you."

Yu Qingtang had no choice but to focus on her face, avoiding the clear eyes and the mole on the tip of her nose, moving up to the girl's clean forehead, and said indifferently, "Let's talk about the evening self-study, and read it early."

"Okay." Li Lan replied in a low voice.

She bowed her head and entered the classroom.

Yu Qingtang heard that the sound of the morning reading was a little weaker, and there were still indistinct whispers, and slowly the volume returned to normal.

Yu Qingtang remembered what the female teacher in the office had said to her.

- Develop your eyes and ears in the class, so many people have to stare every day, one person is exhausted.

- Isn't the class committee?

- It depends on whether the class committee is facing other students or you. If everyone hides it from you, it will be over.

Yu Qingtang put her hand on the railing and looked into the distance with dark eyes.

"Mr. Yu, good morning!" A crisp voice came from behind.

Yu Qingtang retracted her hand and turned her head.

It is her class representative Lian Yabing. This little girl's liveliness index has continued to rise recently. She was a stable child before. I don't know if she is with Tong Feifei and the others.

"Good morning." Yu Qingtang replied to her with a light expression.

Lian Yabing smiled with frowning eyebrows, and did not care about her indifferent attitude, she happily entered the classroom.

Sports Committee Wu Peng was late.

He was quite tall and stood in front of Yu Qingtang with his head lowered.

"Why are you late?"

"The alarm clock didn't go off, I got up late."

"Set a few more alarms next time, go in."

Xiang Tianyou is always late, and he is a professional latecomer.

I changed my excuse today. On the road, I saw an old grandpa riding a bicycle uphill with great effort. He helped him push for a ride, and then he was late.

Yu Qingtang let him in, and planned to call him to the office alone to chat between classes. Before that, she would review the experience gained from the old teacher again.

After the first math get out of class ended, after the bell rang, Yu Qingtang took the lesson plans and textbooks on the table into her arms, and said to the back row, "Xiang Tianyou, come to my office."

Xiang Tianyou reluctantly cheered up and went to a class. At this moment, he was at the end of the fight, and he was dizzy.

Lai Xin clasped his fists and said, "Congratulations to Brother Xiang for seven captures and seven verticals."

Guo Fang kicked his desk, gloating over his misfortune: "Go quickly, Brother Xiang, Zhou Zhiruo's Jiuyin White Bone Claw is on, take care."

Xiang Tianyou made a gesture of wiping his neck to Guo Fang, and stood up lazily with both hands on the table, with a frivolous smile on the corner of his mouth: "Wait for your triumph, you'll be fine."

He was a frequent visitor to the office. He was called to talk every now and then. He leaned against the door familiarly, with a long, airy laugh: "Report—"

Five of the eight teachers inside frowned.

Not including Yu Qingtang and Cheng Zhanxi.

Yu Qingtang was used to showing no expression, so he came in.

Cheng Zhanxi waited for him to pass by his desk, and shouted with a smile, "Scud is here."

Xiang Tianyou's ruffian look actually restrained a little, and said, "Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Zhanxi chatted with him smoothly: "Why did you make your teacher Yu angry again?"

Xiang Tianyou raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose: "I'm late."

"Help the old lady to cross the road?"

"You know that too?" Xiang Tianyou laughed, as if he felt ashamed in front of Cheng Zhanxi, his smile was a little unnatural, he coughed, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to be criticized."

"Go, don't be late in the future, what's the matter with the big men getting up?"

"understood."

Yu Qingtang listened to what you said and what I said, Xiang Tianyou nimbly admitted her mistake, but she couldn't see the slightest bit of perfunctory dealing with her, so she couldn't help being a little stunned.

Xiang Tianyou: "Mr. Yu?"

Yu Qingtang recovered and said, "Your teacher Cheng is right."

Xiang Tianyou & Cheng Zhanxi: "???"

Yu Qingtang never came out of a less-than-Yu Qingtang state, and said with an expressionless face: "I talked to your house on the phone and said that you went out early in the morning, not to mention pushing a cart for one grandpa, even for ten grandpas. More than enough, why are you late?"

Xiang Tianyou explained it simply: "I went to the Internet cafe to play for a while."

Yu Qingtang said, "Are you late on purpose?"

Xiang Tianyou smiled: "No, I just forgot the time, the battle situation was too intense." He blocked Yu Qingtang's words in advance, and said dignifiedly, "I will be responsible for taking out the trash this week."

Yu Qingtang: "…"

It was almost time for class, Xiang Tianyou received a ideological education and left the office unscathed.

Yu Qingtang rubbed his brow bone.

The chemistry teacher next to him took off his glasses, looked at Yu Qingtang sympathetically, and sighed, "This student."

Most of the students in No. 1 Middle School were admitted with dignity. Of course, there was no shortage of money to pour in, and they were stuffed into parallel classes. Xiang Tianyou was one of them. Dealing with this kind of student and old teacher is a headache, let alone Yu Qingtang who just took office.

Ge Jing, a female biology teacher who once taught Yu Qingtang the experience of being a class teacher, said: "If you can catch it, catch it, if you can't catch it, let it go. At this stage, it is still necessary to catch the child. The child has just entered the first year of high school. Don't be sad, Teacher Yu, we just need to have a clear conscience. ."

The female teacher is more emotional. When this biology teacher used to be the head teacher, she was often cried by the students.

Yu Qingtang said, "I'm fine, thank you Teacher Ge."

Yu Qingtang's phone vibrated.

She opened it up.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: [Program Comparison.jpg]

Yu Qingtang returned her a string of ellipses.

Cheng Zhanxi: [Are you in a bad mood? 】

Yu Qingtang: [No]

Cheng Zhanxi looked up at her dazed expression in front of the computer, and said to herself: Isn't that bad mood?

Cheng Zhanxi didn't bother her anymore, opened the sketchbook, and drew a pencil drawing for her. With just a few strokes, he sketched a lifelike image. The little man who resembled Yu Qingtang maintained his current sitting position, and his mouth was spitting out bubbles one after another. , Gududu, Gududu, like goldfish in the water.

"Puff puff."

Yu Qingtang turned her head to look over.

Cheng Zhanxi handed her a piece of paper that was taken apart separately.

Yu Qingtang took it and looked at it: "..."

Why is he always cute and cute in Cheng Zhanxi's writings?

"Mr. Cheng."

"Um?"

"It's nothing, I'll give it back to you."

The two passed the paper back and forth, and the biology teacher Ge Jing teased: "You two are like middle school students passing a note. Maybe there is a secret written on this note, can you show it to us?"

Cheng Zhanxi put the paper back in the book, and smiled mysteriously: "I really can't."

Cheng Zhanxi looked at Yu Qingtang, and Yu Qingtang began to wander again, not listening to what they were saying at all.

Cheng Zhanxi's heart sank.

In the second physical education class in the afternoon of class 7, Cheng Zhanxi praised all the students for their wonderful performance in the sports meeting, whether they were athletes or cheerleaders.

Because Cheng Zhanxi didn't see the opening ceremony, the athlete phalanx performed it again for her.

Cheng Zhanxi was full of amazement, full of praise, and the classmates were also very proud.

Due to the participation in the opening ceremony, the students had different progress in this dance. Cheng Zhanxi asked the students who practiced the phalanx to dance twice as a warm-up exercise. Just find a place to chat and rest.

Cheng Zhanxi is usually very popular, and many girls like to stay with her rather than run to exercise, but today she is left out in the cold, which is quite abnormal.

Cheng Zhanxi stood up and looked around the playground, and saw several class committees from class seven, headed by Li Lan, standing under a big tree, as if they were discussing something, she walked over curiously, but the voice stopped immediately, making it clear that she could not be called. hear.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said, "What are you talking about?"

Lian Yabing glanced at her with an embarrassed expression and hesitated to speak. The girl next to her grabbed her wrist, and Lian Yabing lowered her head.

Li Lan said calmly, "Let's talk about the math problems in the morning."

Cheng Zhanxi: "It's so easy to learn, is it difficult for Teacher Yu's questions?"

Li Lan: "A little bit."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Still pay attention to the combination of work and rest. Physical education is for you to relax. You can study better if you have enough rest."

"Understood, Mr. Cheng, let's play badminton."

"Go."

Lian Yabing was pulled away, looking back at her from afar.

The smile on Cheng Zhanxi's face gradually faded.

She intuited that what they said was related to Yu Qingtang.

…

"Mr. Yu, when are you going to talk to Li Lan?" In the fourth class in the afternoon, only the two of them were left in the office. Cheng Zhanxi felt uneasy and couldn't help asking.

"Tonight's self-study class, what's wrong?" Yu Qingtang was grading her homework, she heard the tip of her pen and looked up at her.

"It's nothing." Cheng Zhanxi didn't tell her about the physical education class in the afternoon, she was suspected of making a snitch, and she also made it clear that she didn't trust her ability, but she also vaguely mentioned, "I feel that Li Lan is strange recently. Yes, talk to her more and don't leave any grudges."

"Well, thank you, Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Zhanxi was worried and didn't go home after school, so he ordered a takeaway and ate it in the office.

Yu Qingtang, who came back from the cafeteria, was slightly surprised to see her sitting in the seat.

Cheng Zhanxi made up an excuse: "a new neighbor moved in next door, and he has a dog that barks at night. I can't do things in peace, and the school is quiet."

Yu Qingtang didn't ask any further, only said, "You can call the police."

Cheng Zhanxi said with a smile: "Give them two more chances, if it doesn't work, I'll call the police again."

Yu Qingtang hummed, sat down at the desk, and turned on the computer.

Teacher Cheng is a tolerant person.

Her mood has returned to normal, as usual.

The printer on the table spit out the test papers with the scent of ink one by one. Cheng Zhanxi picked it up curiously and looked at it. It was as if he was attacked by a biochemical weapon in an instant. He immediately closed his eyes tightly, like a hot potato. It was quickly thrown back.

It's all math! What human suffering is this!

Yu Qingtang bent her lips at her exaggerated reaction.

Cheng Zhanxi sat back in her seat, looking at the faint smile on Yu Qingtang's lips, she leaned back relaxedly and smiled.

"Come on, Mr. Yu!" The bell rang in class, and Cheng Zhanxi clenched his fists to cheer Yu Qingtang.

Just as Yu Qingtang walked to the door, she turned her head and gave her a complicated expression.

Cheng Zhanxi waved more vigorously: "Come on, come on, come on!"

Yu Qingtang walked out with a blank face, stopped a few steps away from the office, raised the corners of his lips, smiled silently for a while, then withdrew his expression and walked to the seventh floor.

Lian Yabing had already distributed the homework to the students before the self-study this evening. Yu Qingtang spent half the class talking about the topic and handing out a new test paper.

"The squad leader and I come out."

All the classmates looked up and watched Li Lan follow Yu Qingtang out of the classroom door, and then whispered voices rang out.

The Disciplinary Committee said: "Don't talk."

The classroom was quiet again.

It was windy in the corridor, Yu Qingtang's long hair was picked up by the wind, she pressed her ear and temple with her hand, and looked calmly at the monitor in front of her.

"You feel that there is something wrong with me, or not enough, that is causing your dissatisfaction, you can say it."

Li Lan was silent for a while, and then asked her: "Teacher, do you remember, after we started school, we took the first monthly test, and the math single subject was the second in the whole grade, even surpassing one experimental class."

Yu Qingtang had an impression, so he nodded.

Class 7 had the best results in the single subject of mathematics, and even Wen Zhihan's physics had to rank in the back. After the results of the first monthly test were released, everyone was surprised. She shares teaching experiences. Yu Qingtang thought it was the subject taught by the head teacher, and the reason for her serious teaching.

Li Lan continued: "Then do you remember what you said when the results were announced?"

Yu Qingtang looked at her and said nothing.

Li Lan asked and answered: "You said, it's hard work, and continue to work hard next time."

Yu Qingtang said calmly, "Is there a problem with saying that?"

Li Lan said, "No problem, but you weren't looking at us when you said this."

Yu Qingtang couldn't remember, but she thought, maybe it was.

She vaguely remembered the group of students sitting upright and proud, looking forward to her approval, so enthusiastic that she subconsciously avoided everyone.

Li Lan said: "At the beginning of school, all of us liked you very much, and we even showed off to other classes. Everyone was very active in your class, and you taught very well, so we are all willing to study hard and not want to. Letting you down, there are a few students with poor foundation. They are doing math every class, asking questions, and catching up slowly. The transcripts we handed over told us that our efforts were not in vain, but your reaction made me We feel that this effort is greatly compromised.

"Many classmates think that you are just not good at expressing. Each teacher has its own personality, not everyone is Teacher Cheng. We don't ask for a lot, we just want you to see us and truly affirm us, instead of coldly spitting out Patterns of discourse. We are people, not a set of data, and it is not your input that triggers incentives. If it is just perfunctory praise, we would rather not.

Our performance improves or regresses, whether we obey discipline or violate the rules, you see us all with the same eyes, neither happy nor angry, neither sad nor hated. The tone of your speech has never changed. We have worked so hard, why can't we see your smile? Li Lan's voice was choked up, "Do you not like us from the bottom of your heart? even hate us? "

Yu Qingtang said nothing and looked at her quietly.

"The rehearsal of the sports meeting was so hard, I was afraid that it would not be safe to go home after rehearsing at night, so we practiced at the time before the evening self-study. The whole class cooperated with us to vacate the classroom and cheered us on. How about you? Have you seen it? Did we take a look? Have you asked about our training progress? We encountered a lot of difficulties, some students cry while practicing, and you cry while practicing, you probably don’t know this.”

"The day of the sports meeting..." Li Lan sniffed and said, "Forget it."

She paused for a while and said, "I thought later, you don't hate us, you just don't care about anything other than our studies, and you don't have any interest in learning about us, just like a ruthless teaching machine."

Li Lan smiled, the bitterness in the smile could not be concealed, and the circles of his eyes turned red.

She sighed and pretended to be relaxed: "It's ruthless to be ruthless, it's pretty cool, isn't it? We learn from ourselves, and we don't necessarily have to get your praise, it seems that we are very immature. You have your personality. , we must also learn to respect you, we still like you in class, you are beautiful, you can teach, and you are very serious."

"But..." Li Lan's tears suddenly poured out, and she immediately raised her hand to wipe it off, but she couldn't wipe it clean.

The grievances of the past few days came to her heart. She stood there crying breathlessly, and intermittently said the most unacceptable reason for them: "You don't remember our name at all..."

Rome wasn't built in a day, and disappointments aren't built up in a day.

How much Li Lan and the students in Class 7 loved Yu Qingtang, how lost they were when they learned that the other party didn't even know who they were, and more grievances and sadness.

Efforts are not recognized, efforts are never responded, and even their own existence has not been squared up. They should not have to bear these at such an age.

Yu Qingtang's back gently rested on the pillar in the corridor, looking at Li Lan in her long silence, her eyes were red, and she turned back to the classroom.

Li Lan was lying on the desk, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably from crying.

The same desk put down the test paper and pen, and patted her on the back lightly.

Several class committee members exchanged glances in the air, shook their heads and sighed.

Lian Yabing bit her pen and looked down at the test paper, but couldn't read a word.