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The students' response was more enthusiastic than Xu Wenwen had imagined. She was flattered by their enthusiasm, but then she smiled even more happily.

She brought out a small stool from under the podium and placed it near the podium. This position was not only close to the podium, but also very close to the students in the first row.

When Xu Wenwen sat down, he was at eye level with many students.

She scanned the classroom from one side to the other. Even though she couldn't tell what the students looked like, Teacher Xu still tried her best to scan every student with her eyes.

"It's okay," she said soothingly. "For the first class, we don't need to rush into teaching mode. First, I want to learn about the history course in our class and which historical figures the students like."

Xu Wenwen has loved historical stories since he was a child, and he chose history as his major when he grew up. It is okay for him to exchange his interests and hobbies with high school students. He might even gain the admiration of these students.

In his first meeting with the real Class 2 and 3 of Senior High School, Xu Wenwen easily gained the respect of the entire class using this method. This method works every time, but few people can imitate it.

This time was no exception. She chatted a lot with the students in the new class and told them some historical stories that they would not be able to learn in textbooks at this age. Teacher Xu had already become friends with the new students.

It's even easier than teaching students for the first time.

Moreover, the students in Class 2-3 of Miwu Middle School seemed to have a good foundation in history, and they knew many of the historical stories that Xu Wenwen planned to tell.

They also shouted to change the idiom allusion of "Slowly and Slowly", and Teacher Xu pretended to be tired and sighed: "You also know this? The Chinese teacher also said this? Is our class's Chinese level the best in the whole grade?"

"It wasn't the Chinese teacher who said that. It was Teacher Xu who said that!"

I don't know where these words came from. At first Xu Wenwen didn't take it seriously, but then the enthusiastic atmosphere of the new class suddenly dropped to freezing point. It was so quiet that Xu Wenwen thought he had come to a place where he couldn't speak.

Her expression became thoughtful.

Xu Wenwen is not stupid. Although her friends tease her as an intuitive player with super accurate intuition, she knows that it is not just luck or intuition that makes her successful.

Because intuition cannot be easily explained and is an indescribable hunch, some people call it the sixth sense. But in fact, this "sixth sense" can actually be trained.

As it happened, Xu Wenwen had accumulated a lot of experience consciously or unconsciously.

She has extensive knowledge and rich life experience, as well as keen observation and insight. Because she lives in a friendly and sincere environment, Xu Wenwen pays special attention to her own feelings, and therefore also attaches more importance to her "sixth sense".

While most people firmly believe that "Xu Wenwen is a lucky person", only she and her best friends know that Xu Wenwen has never relied on just luck.

Take the previous "prize winning fraud" incident as an example. Most people thought that Xu Wenwen was lucky to have lost the redemption ticket and thus avoided being deceived. In fact, Xu Wenwen herself had paid attention to anti-fraud publicity before, consciously or unconsciously. Even if she did not react in time at the time, her subconscious mind would have thought that this matter was unreliable.

The follow-up of that fraud incident was actually related to her.

Luo Shiqin, her good friend, listened to her description of the situation later. After thinking about it briefly and asking about the relevant details, she asked her if the campus was carrying out any promotional activities recently. After receiving a positive answer, Xu Wenwen seemed to have a sudden inspiration: "So that's the case. It just so happens that the campus publicity department is worried about where to hold the event. Then tomorrow I will suggest that they carry out off-campus publicity!"

Even though Xu Wenwen couldn't understand why she did this at the time, in fact, her "sixth sense" that had been trained to perfection had already made the corresponding choice for her.

After the students of the school publicity department cooperated with the police in the corresponding area, the two sides happened to encounter a member of the "lecture promotion fraud case" during the publicity process, and they happened to get both the money and the money.

This is Xu Wenwen’s “good luck”.

So when Teacher Xu encountered this kind of thing in Class 2-3 of Senior High School, she began to think deeply about this scene unconsciously.

When I think about it this way, it seems like I have encountered this situation before.

This sense of déjà vu made Xu Wenwen take notice.

Soon the class became lively again, but this scene had a different color in Teacher Xu's mind. However, the students of the new Grade 2-3 class really tried hard to change the topic, so Xu Wenwen was very considerate and stopped paying more attention to it.

Because the students randomly changed the topic, the conversation became unprecedentedly lively.

As they chatted, Xu Wenwen's focus inevitably shifted to their hairstyle.

"Cut like this..." Teacher Xu glanced at the boy's crew cut, then at the girl's short hair that barely reached her ears, frowning as he tried to understand this kind of beauty. "Didn't you raise any objections?"

The students facing her paused for a moment, then looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

Xu Wenwen recalled what they had said before: "Oh, was it my request?"

Still no student answered the call.

Xu Wenwen was confused afterwards: "You guys don't all like this hairstyle, do you?"

This time, groups of students finally responded.

"I don't like..."

“But it’s what the teacher asked…”

"To maintain a sense of collective honor..."

The students started discussing in low voices, and Xu Wenwen finally heard their views from the small discussions.

"Students," she clapped her hands, signaling them to be quiet, "listen to what the teacher has to say."

The female teacher sat facing them. At this moment, she did not look like a stern teacher who was high and mighty in Misty Middle School, but an experienced and kind elder.

The elder said: "First, we need to identify the main contradiction in this matter."

The main contradiction?

“Why do schools require students to have the same hairstyle?”

"...Collective sense of honor?"

"No!" A classmate quickly refuted this statement, "I heard from the dean that it is to prevent students from competing with each other!"

Teacher Xu nodded: "Yes, this is from the perspective of a school leader. This problem did exist in the history of education, so this solution was proposed."

"But," she said with a little emphasis, "specific issues require specific analysis, right?"

"Do you like this hairstyle? Those who don't like it, please raise your hands."

Xu Wenwen was about to add, "Don't be afraid, the teacher won't report you," when he saw almost everyone in the class raise their hands. Of course, there were a few students who didn't raise their hands, and judging by their expressions, they really didn't care about this hairstyle.

To be honest, she was a little surprised. After all, judging from the behavior of those strange teachers and most students in the Mist, Xu Wenwen thought that she would have to emphasize it several times before the students in Class 2 and 3 of Senior High School would muster up the courage to express their true thoughts.

Perhaps it is because they are still young students and have the courage to resist, fight and think.

"Some male and female students really don't care about their hairstyle, because it's really convenient, right?" After getting confirmation, Xu Wenwen continued, "But there are indeed students who don't like this hairstyle, but are forced to shave their heads."

Teacher Xu said confidently: "The school was wrong in this matter. Teacher Xu was also wrong for forcing you to cut your hair."

She did not emphasize that she was not that Teacher Xu, because under the current circumstances, Xu Wenchun could not explain it clearly, so they simply did not distinguish between them.

"The main purpose of cutting a uniform hairstyle is to prevent students from comparing themselves with others. This has already been assumed from the beginning that students will compare themselves with others. This is a preconceived idea."

"Secondly, the school can explain the haircut issue to everyone, and there can be better ways to solve it, but——"

She asked: "Did Teacher Xu explain this to you before?"

"No..." The student sitting closest to him struggled for a moment, and then couldn't help but mutter, "It shaved my hair directly..."

"Yes," Teacher Xu said seriously, "So it was Teacher Xu who made a mistake in this matter."

The students were speechless, and their eyes were so complicated that they could be tied into a Chinese knot.

Xu Wenwen thought they couldn't understand why Teacher Xu was making fun of himself, so he smiled and explained half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Don't think that teachers are unquestionable authorities. Teachers can make mistakes sometimes. Just like truth, truth is the correct reflection of objective things and their laws in people's minds, and it needs to be repeatedly verified in objective practice."

"If you are confused about something the teacher has raised, you might as well raise it in a friendly manner. I think most teachers can have a friendly academic discussion with you."

When Xu Wenwen said these words, his eyes were firm.

"Take the haircut issue as an example. The school and teachers have many ways to solve the problem, even without hurting the students' self-esteem. But Misty Middle School is using this method to solve the problem in one size fits all."

Teacher Xu paused and said, "But the school has its reasons for doing this."

"Because it's simple and doesn't require too much manpower, material resources, and mental effort." The teacher looked at the students who were listening attentively and said slowly, "There are indeed many things wrong with this matter, but because you are still students, you don't know how to fight for your own legal interests, so you need teachers and more elders to guide you."

Teachers are not only wise men who impart subject knowledge, but also guides who lead students forward and achieve all-round development.

“我們或許沒辦法即刻改變這種狀況，但時間很長，在人類歷史的長河中，終将會迎來理想的狀況，而那時，”

她恍惚地看見自己笑着開口：“理想不再是理想，而是現實，我們将會有新的‘理想’，并為之奮鬥。”

徐問問：……

她講完才醒悟過來自己剛剛在講些什麽東西。

徐老師伸手撓了撓頭，似乎有點困惑自己剛剛的行為。

把這些放在早上和學生們講是不是有點奇怪？聽起來就像是長長的一段心靈雞湯。

但這的确是徐問問對此的感受，有時候朋友會調侃說你要不去教思想品德吧，興許能發展職業第二春。

徐老師婉拒。

但好在學生們的表情若有所思，似乎真的從這長長的心靈雞湯裏學到了什麽。

而在這時，校園的上空傳來了下課鈴聲。徐問問的第一節歷史課終于結束了。

她起身，利落地把矮凳搬回了講臺下，又看了一眼黑板邊的課程安排表——自己在今天下午第二節課還有一堂，這堂課要講些正經知識了。

徐老師走到教室門口，看着還默不作聲似乎依舊在回味的學生們，她輕咳了兩聲：“稍微想想就好了，沒辦法理解也沒關系。老師說的也不是真理，真理是需要你們自己通過實踐探尋出來的，而你們恰好擁有很多時間，不着急這一時。”

她真誠地開口道：“老師唯一希望的是，你們可以在見識到生活中的缺憾後，依舊相信生活裏的希望，相信人與人之間的情誼。”

這句話放在這裏說合适嗎？

徐問問走出教室後，後知後覺的反應過來。

真奇怪，她為什麽要這麽說呢？

直到回到辦公室，坐在自己幹淨的辦公桌前，徐問問仍為自己剛剛做的事情和說的話感到困惑。

她思考了很久，久到沒聽見上課鈴的響起和下課鈴的再鳴，連之前她想和迷霧中學其他老師打招呼談話的想法都被短暫地抛之腦後，直到辦公室的門被敲響。

徐問問下意識地喊了一聲“請進”，随後反應了過來，看向門口敲門人。

是一位短發的女生。

她乖乖地站在辦公室的門口，但徐問問因為臉盲沒辦法叫出她的名字，只好若無其事地開口：“這位同學，有什麽事情嗎？”

短發女生沒說話，只是乖巧地站在門口，雙手垂在身前，指頭與指頭糾葛，看上去似乎有點緊張。

徐問問雖然不社恐，但身邊也有偏內向的朋友，于是很體貼地問：“是找哪位老師嗎？我可以幫你看看課程表。”

“不是，”短發女生開口，“我是來找徐老師你的。”

我？

徐問問眨了眨眼，随後從桌子下面拖出一個小板凳來，招呼小姑娘坐下。

“來來，坐下說。”她看着短發女生坐下後，輕聲問，“找老師有什麽事呀？”

雖然很不好意思，但徐問問還是沒問對方的名字——要是發現班主任老師不知道自己的名字，或多或少有點沮喪吧。徐問問是這樣猜測的，總之，之後可以旁敲側擊，但現在暫時将問題放一放。

短發女生看了她一眼，随後低下頭說：“老師……”

老師你為什麽要這麽做呢？

老師你為什麽要這麽和我們說呢？

老師為什麽要這麽溫柔呢？

她想問很多問題，但知道不管哪一種問題都不适合開口。

所以短發女生想了想，問了其他的問題：“老師，我是來說之前休學的事情的。”

她從口袋裏翻出一張白色的申請書，上面密密麻麻地寫了休學的事情。

而接過申請書的徐問問最後的重點則是放在了領導的回複上。

徐問問：……

她嘴角抽了抽。

到底是有多腦殘的人才會寫這種書面回複啊？？

徐問問決定把迷霧中學的校領導層不當人看——但凡是個人也不會寫出這種回複啊！

她看向了身邊的短發女生：“身體不舒服嗎？”

“有點。”女孩子小聲道。

“和家長去醫院檢查過嗎？”

徐問問就嘆了口氣：“同學，休學是一件大事，更何況你現在已經高二了。如果身體不适，不能适應學校安排的學習課程，建議你回家後和父母商量一下，先去醫院檢查，得到紙質的檢查書後，再提交資料。校方會更可能批準通過。”

“但是老師還是想提一句，高中的學習的确很辛苦，所以更需要同學們的堅持，這在未來也會成為你不可多得的豐富回憶。”

徐老師話音剛落，又轉折道：“不過，一切都是以你自己的身體健康為主。如果無法堅持學習，那老師還是建議和家長商量着休學。學習永無止境，所以身體健康排在第一位。”

短發女生：“……徐老師，”

她忽然鼓起了勇氣，結結巴巴開口：“我就是想，你可不可以下午帶我出去體檢一下……”

這個時候，兩人頭頂上的廣播忽然響了起來，随後傳來了徐問問熟悉的教導主任的聲音。

“——請全體班主任來會議室開會，通知再播放一遍，請全體班主任現在即刻來會議室開會。通知播放完畢。”

伴随着廣播“嘟”的一聲結束後，徐問問無可奈何地站了起來。

“這學校還開會呢……”

她嘀咕了一聲，随後看向表情僵硬的短發女生道：“這樣，你先回去上課。正好我和校長那邊說一下，沒問題的話就會聯系你家長，下午帶你出去檢查一下。”

“徐老師……”

“沒事的。”徐問問說着，臉上帶笑揚了揚手中的申請表，“正好我也和校長那邊提一下這個。”

誰沒事在學生申請表上寫這種回複啊？！

這得拎出來說一說！

反正不是自己就任的現實學校，徐問問表現得十分莽。

因此在課程會議開到一半時，她就忍不住開口插了一句。

不過不是為了短發女生休學的事情，也不是為了下午帶學生出去檢查身體健康的原因，而是——

“不是，你們是怎麽想的啊？”

徐問問心裏憋了口氣，對于迷霧中學的會議表示自己一點也不理解。

“先是強制要求學生統一發型，這我也不說什麽了，畢竟每個學校有每個學校的要求和難處。”

徐老師從自己的椅子上站起來，又揚了揚手裏的申請單：“學生的申請表連情況都沒有了解，就寫了這種回複，我就當寫這種回複的人腦子有坑，需要去醫院裏治一下。”

“但是，”她難以置信地指着迷霧中學校長桌前已經被壘成一摞的名單，“學生們只是晚寝的時候稍微聲大了點，早自習讀得沒那麽大聲，這算什麽事？但你們就是要、就是要——”

徐問問幾乎是吼了出來：“殺人？！”

“這是什麽腦回路？人家是條條大路通羅馬，你們是條條大路通廁所是吧？腦子被泔水灌滿啦？！”

“殺人！”徐問問吼道，“你當學校是外國自治州啊，說判死刑就死刑？有沒有把法律放在眼裏！”

旁邊的迷霧中學老師起身勸她：“徐老師，你冷靜冷靜，不是殺你。”

徐問問：？

“你37度的嘴巴裏怎麽會吐出封建時期的棺材板來的？”她說，“舌燦蓮花也不是你這種燦吧？”

“徐老師，這是迷霧中學的慣例，”坐在主位的迷霧中學校長慢條斯理地開口，“你可以不理解，但是必須遵守。”

徐問問第一次罵了句直白的髒話：“放你的狗屁，你個狗嘴裏吐不出象牙的地中海！”

地中海校長：？

“徐老師，注意你的态度！”

“注意你的人樣！”徐老師一把掀翻了上來勸架的教導主任，指着它們就罵了一圈，“瞧瞧你們的德行，我從未見過如此厚顏無恥之人！簡直比資本家還資本家，比奴隸主還要奴隸主！”

她頗為失望。

“我現在是相信了這個地方絕不可能是現實，而你們也不是什麽學校的校長和老師，而是披着人皮的怪物。”

“你們将學生們規訓，一旦他們長成你們不需要的樣子，就會将他們割下，分派到能夠産生‘價值’的地方榨取最後的利益。”

“但請你們清醒，學生不是商品。”

徐老師現在看到這群怪物頭頂上健在的頭發就恨得牙癢癢。

“他們永遠不會是你們手底下的商品！”

“徐老師，你怎麽就不懂呢。”

怪物嘆了口氣，帶着笑意的臉在此刻徐問問的眼中已經變成了詭異的形狀。

“我們都是為了他們好啊，都說學校是一個小社會，在小社會适應不了，怎麽去适應大社會呢？”

怪物們齊齊說道：“徐老師，你還是太理想了。現實不是如你想的那樣美好。”

身邊有不少人覺得徐問問太理想。

“理想主義”已經成了周圍人看她的标簽，但徐問問本人并不在意。

"Ideal?" Teacher Xu stepped on a chair and went directly to the conference table. She looked down at the monsters around her. She raised her head and said, "Thousands of years ago, didn't the ancients think about living like this?"

“The reason why an ideal is called an ideal, not a dream, is because it is possible to achieve it.”

She said: "I am willing to work hard for this 'possibility'. I am not you. Even if I die for my ideal, it is like living in a nightmare."

Xu Wenwen is an idealist, but not a dreamer.

She always runs towards her ideal, even if it cannot be completed in a short time.

But as she told her students:

We still have time.

"Teacher Xu, you are very good," the voice of the dean came from behind, followed by a gust of wind from behind, "but you are not suitable for us."

Just when Xu Wenwen thought he was about to be killed, a loud noise came from behind him.

There was no pain behind his head, which made Xu Wenwen turn his head subconsciously -

A folded umbrella passed in front of her like a bullet, and then hit the monster principal hard in the face!

Behind Xu Wenwen, the monster who was originally so complacent and disguised as the dean of studies was now falling to the ground in pain, yelling miserably.

"I like idealism,"

The uninvited guest who kicked the door in shrugged, then smiled at Xu Wenwen and stretched out his right hand: "Now, idealists assemble."

Teacher Xu blinked, jumped off the long table with joy and surprise, came to the front of the unexpected guest, stretched out her hand and high-fived her: "Shiqin!"

"I'm here to see you," Luo Shiqin took a deep breath and then smiled, "Teacher Xu."