"I'm sorry, the school has arranged for classes on May Day, so I won't assign homework during these days of vacation. Have fun."
"Long live Teacher Ming!"
"Mr. Ming," Qin Xue stood up from his seat with his hand raised, "My mom asked me to ask you if you can give me extra lessons during the holidays?"
Mingqiao put away his textbook, smiled and shook his head: "No."
"Our family will pay for it."
"No." Mingqiao said, "What if the Education Bureau catches me and never lets me teach again? Besides, if you don't want a holiday, I do."
Mingqiao walked out of Class 1, Grade 7, holding a textbook, and squinted his eyes slightly at the bright weather outside.
"Mr. Ming." The head teacher, Lao Jiang, called him. Ming Qiao turned around and saw him holding a thermos cup and walking quickly to him.
Lao Jiang panted heavily and spoke unsteadily: "There are two open classes next month. You are the best at using new media in our grade. Come on."
Mingqiao nodded and agreed: "Okay."
Lao Jiang patted his shoulder with great satisfaction and said, "It's about becoming a regular employee. Perform well."
Mingqiao smiled and answered again: "Okay."
It was already noon, Mingqiao asked casually: "Director Jiang, how are you going home? How about I drive you a little further?"
Lao Jiang waved his hand quickly: "No, no, I have something else to do here."
"Okay." Mingqiao nodded, "Then call me if you need anything."
"Oh, by the way," Lao Jiang unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup in his hand and took a sip of water. He coughed from the burn. He asked mysteriously, "The old principal resigned, and Sun Guiping's appointment as principal must have been ruined. Did you know that?"
Mingqiao straightened his lips, smiled bitterly and nodded: "My master's wife called me and said that I had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage this morning."
Lao Jiang couldn't help wanting to drink water again, but he put the water down when it reached his mouth: "It can be considered a victory, at least the students and teachers have forgotten about it." He seemed to have thought of something, glanced at Ming Qiao, and hesitated: "That little reporter..."
"It's better if he forgets." Ming Qiao said, "He got involved accidentally in the first place, and it's me who has been getting him into trouble."
Lao Jiang lowered his head and tutted his tongue twice: "I still don't understand the mechanism of this matter. The past seems to affect the future, but sometimes going back to the past will not cause subsequent effects. I also guessed that students who died prematurely would remember it as clearly as we do, but now, only the two of us remember it. Of course, there may also be the old principal and Sun Guiping. After the incident was exposed, they probably have no face to set foot in the education industry."
"Um."
Mingqiao looked out from the corridor of the teaching building and saw that the leaves on the trees at the school gate were still slightly green.
It's spring.
The wind in the air was not hot yet, and everything seemed to have returned to the starting point.
Talking to Lao Jiang took some time. By then, most of the students and teachers had left. When Mingqiao returned to the office, only Zhang Wanqiao, the head teacher of Class 7, was still talking to the students.
"I will confiscate the comics. Tell your parents to come and get them from me this afternoon!" Zhang Wanqiao shouted at the student in front of her. Her flushed face showed that she was extremely angry.
"Teacher, I was wrong." The student lowered his head and said in a soft voice.
Ming Qiao walked over and patted the student on the shoulder: "Wang Dada, and if you perform Ultraman transformation in my class again, I will have to talk to your parents too."
"Teacher Ming~" Wang Dada pouted, "Why are you like this too!"
Mingqiao smiled and walked around them to his desk, where he saw a brand new teacher's manual neatly placed on the top panel.
The manual is the size of a palm, very thin, with a blue cover and silver gold foil, and is as familiar as ever.
He took two deep breaths, trying his best to clear all the bad memories of the past, and then opened the manual. The title page still had the Teachers' Code of Professional Ethics printed in bold regular script, but there was no message from the principal at the end, nor any other strange rules.
Returning to normal made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Teacher Ming, let's go together." Zhang Wanqiao probably finished her work and called him.
"Okay." Mingqiao said this, but he was still reluctant to take his eyes off the teacher's manual.
"Mr. Ming?"
"Yeah." Mingqiao came back to his senses and apologized to Zhang Wanqiao: "I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered something, why don't you drive my car and leave first."
"I'm so embarrassed." Zhang Wanqiao took the key and thanked Mingqiao: "Thank you, I'll return it to you this afternoon."
When she left, she turned back and winked at Ming Qiao: "Teacher Ming, you are such a nice person."
Mingqiao smiled and said, "Let's go."
He sat down at his workstation, thought about it, took out his cell phone and called Sun Guiping's wife.
The other end of the line rang for a while before it was answered: "Ming Qiao." The master's wife's tone was filled with deep fatigue. It was really sad that something bad had happened at their age.
"Is the teacher feeling better?" Mingqiao asked.
"Transferred from the ICU to the general ward."
"I'll go see him some other day."
"good."
Mingqiao waited for a while and asked, "Do you know anything about Teacher Sun?"
The person on the other end of the phone was stunned: "What?"
"Nothing, just have a good rest."
He hung up the phone and the call time stopped at 00:23.
Shi Xin was woken up by the team leader. He lay on the table and everyone in the conference room was looking at him.
"Intern, don't you want to become a regular employee? You even sleep in meetings!" The team leader rolled up a notebook into a tube and hit him on the head a few times in frustration.
"Alright, alright." The head of the TV station sat in the middle of the conference table and waved his hand at the team leader with a smile: "They are all children, and they need to adapt to the work slowly. Besides, this is temporary overtime, so it's normal to feel sleepy during holidays."
Shi Xin touched his head. In fact, the beating from the team leader didn't hurt. It was just like tickling. He said, "I'm sorry, leaders. I really can't stand the headache. I want to go to the hospital."
"Go now." The team leader drove him away with disdain, and quickly signed a leave note for him: "Do you want to rest for a few more days after the holiday?"
Shi Xin didn't take the note and said with a smile, "No, no, I'll just go out for a while and come back soon."
As soon as he left the TV station building, he called a taxi and headed straight to the No. 1 Middle School in the city.
However, when he reached the door, he stopped again, smoothed his hair with his fingers, wiped the sweat off his face, and straightened his clothes before walking towards the door.
The security guard at the security office saw him and waved him to stop him: "The school does not accept visitors at noon."
Shi Xin was stunned for a moment, then remembered that he still had the TV station's work badge hanging around his neck, so he showed it to him: "Hello, I'm a reporter from the TV station, and I'll be here to interview you this afternoon."
"Interview?" The security guard looked at him suspiciously, then took his work badge and looked at it for a long time: "I haven't received any appointment for an interview from any TV station, and no one will accept interviews on holidays."
At this time, a black Buick drove out from the school. The person in the driver's seat stuck his head out and shouted to the door: "Uncle Wang, open the door."
When the security guard saw this, he immediately changed his expression and said with a smile while pressing the button to raise the bar: "Teacher Zhang, are you driving Teacher Ming's car again?"
"Yeah." Zhang Wanqiao also smiled, then he glanced at Shi Xin and said to the security guard, "Let him in. I know about the interview."
Shi Xin, who was standing outside, looked at Zhang Wanqiao in surprise, but Zhang Wanqiao didn't look at him again and drove away.
"Come in."
"Thanks."
Shi Xin couldn't wait to run up to the second floor of the teaching building and stood at the door of the office.
He didn't know whether Mingqiao still remembered him. His virus was very good and all the data should have been deleted, so Mingqiao should have forgotten him.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come here so impulsively. It wouldn't be too late to go home, pack up, and get ready.
Would it be too presumptuous, Shi Xin thought.
But before he could figure out how to greet Mingqiao, the door opened from the inside.
Mingqiao was wearing a light blue shirt and a pair of cream-colored suit pants, which made him look very elegant and youthful. When he saw Shi Xin, Mingqiao was stunned.
Shi Xin stuttered a little: "Hello, I am Shi Xin, a reporter from Xingchuan Radio and Television Station, and I am here to do an interview at No. 1 Middle School."
"Hello." Mingqiao nodded, but quickly realized something was wrong.
The last time Shi Xin came to interview was because No. 1 Middle School had a new principal, and the time was one month later. But he came now, and No. 1 Middle School did not have a new principal, and he went straight to his office. Is this such a coincidence?
Shi Xin faced Ming Qiao's inquiring gaze and stroked his not-so-long hair: "Teacher Ming."
"Yeah." Seeing Shi Xin exposed, Ming Qiao turned his head and smiled, crossed his arms and looked at him: "Stop pretending."
Shi Xin's eyes lit up: "You remember!"
"Yeah." Ming Qiao stretched out his arms towards him: "Why don't you hug one?"
Shi Xin rushed forward and hugged Ming Qiao tightly: "Everything is over, you still remember me."
"Well," Mingqiao closed his eyes in Shi Xin's arms, "everything is over, I still remember you."
A day later, Mingqiao took Shi Xin to Beijing First People's Hospital.
In the ward, Mingqiao saw Sun Guiping again.
His hair seemed to have turned a lot whiter, his eyes were closed, and his face was pale as he lay on the hospital bed.
Mingqiao handed the flowers and fruit basket he bought to the master's wife, and then sat on the chair next to the bed.
Shi Xin pulled his master's wife out of the ward, leaving some space for the two of them.
"Teacher Sun." Mingqiao called him.
Sun Guiping, lying on the hospital bed, showed no reaction.
"Teacher, you interrupted me that night, or last night." Mingqiao slowly began to peel an apple. "Today's education is based on educating people. I didn't say your method is bad, but you are putting the cart before the horse."
Sun Guiping didn't respond to him, so he just kept talking to himself: "When I was studying for my master's degree, you asked me why I had to be a teacher. I think I can answer you now. I haven't considered anything. Maybe it's the conditions given by my family that make me have no worries and allow me to maintain a certain purity towards this industry. I just want to be a teacher. I want to teach my students what my teacher taught me, and let others see the world I have glimpsed. You can say it is inheritance or development, or you want to say that I am idealistic or hypocritical, in short, I just want to be a teacher. I am willing to be a ladder for my students to step on me to climb up. I want to teach and educate people. I want to see each child think what he thinks, think what he thinks, and learn what he learns."
"I love this industry, and I don't think my passion will be sapped by anything. I will not allow anyone to tarnish this industry within my ability."
Mingqiao put the peeled apple on the table next to his bed and said, "Teacher, you are wrong. I think you have wasted all these years studying history. Everyone says you are a great historian, but you chose to be an educator instead of a historian."
Before leaving the ward, Mingqiao saw Sun Guiping's exposed fingers tremble. He closed the door and took Shi Xin back to Xingchuan City.
On the plane, Ming Qiao looked at Shi Xin and whispered, "In fact, there is one last rule that you haven't tried out yet."
"What?" Shi Xin frowned. "That shouldn't be the case. The students have stepped on all the landmines that can be stepped on."
Mingqiao put on the blindfold, still smiling: "Students cannot fall in love with teachers."
Shi Xin pulled the corner of his mouth, "But I'm not a student now." He twisted Mingqiao's chin, pulled off his blindfold, and kissed him on his slightly pink lips wantonly: "Mingqiao, be with me."
Mingqiao stared at Shi Xin with his dark eyes, "Okay."
Shi Xin always believed that Mingqiao would always be the confident, sharp, calm and composed Mingqiao, and his beliefs and sincerity would not be shaken by anything.
Before the hot summer came, he broke off the greenest branches from the treetops.
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The author has something to say:
1. As usual, let me talk about the source of inspiration first
The idea of writing a teacher as the protagonist first came to me in October 2021, when I was preparing for the teacher qualification certificate exam. At that time, I learned a few educational psychology experiments (yes, the cats, dogs, rats, and gorillas in the last big copy). At that time, I wanted to use these four experiments to string together a whole infinite flow, but considering that there were many exams during that period, I put it on hold. In December 2021, I accidentally saw the article "Zoo Rules Weird Talk", and then I became crazy about this subject. In early January 22, I prepared a lot for the teacher qualification certificate interview in those days, but in the end, I didn't use much of what I learned. I thought this was not good, and I had to find a place to vent. Although I passed the teacher qualification exam, I had no plans to become a teacher in the future. So I picked up the idea of finding a teacher when I was taking the written exam for the teacher qualification certificate, so that he could share my worries and satisfy my little fantasies about this industry. So Qiaozi was created (of course I know that this character is too idealistic, and everything written in the article is just my personal imagination. Don’t bring it into reality, and don’t morally blackmail the profession of teacher). In addition, I was indeed a little addicted to playing escape rooms during that period. A mixture of various factors led to this article.
2. In fact, I positioned Qiaozi as a very ordinary little teacher. He can be the protagonist not because he has special skills, strong physical fitness, or is smarter than anyone else, but because he is sincere enough for the profession of teacher. Because of his identity as a teacher, he can give up everything for his students, for his teacher, and for anyone related to him. He is not an infinite flow advanced player. He may be very stupid and dull in terms of passing levels or solving puzzles, but it is this very pure or simple feeling that has become the most favorite thing about Mingqiao. As for Xiaoshi, he is just a relatively perfect tool person (bushi). Mingqiao's character setting is indeed much more detailed than Shixin's. I rarely write about younger people. Sometimes I really can't grasp the feeling of Xiaoshi who is a good dog but strong. I would hope that he is a lively and sticky younger person. I also hope that he is a shield in front of Mingqiao and a mountain behind Mingqiao. So if there is no such feeling in the text, it can only be said that I wrote it badly. Xiaoshi is a very good child, so he is definitely worthy of Teacher Ming. (Finally, I have to sigh that group portraits are really difficult to write. I am dying of laughter. I really overestimate my abilities, but I really love every one of the student group in the article. They are all the best treasures.)
3. The extra chapters are just some sweet little stories about Xiao Ming and I falling in love. I’m not sure how many stories there will be, but I will keep writing until I can’t think of any more good stories.
4. This article has simply refreshed my record of writing sweet articles. The sweet article with he + plot flow really burns my CPU. I often get stuck and stop updating, which brings you a bad reading experience. It's really annoying. Thank you to my friends who have finished reading it, thank you to my friends who have collected comments and added nutrient solution, thank you for your company and support, and thank you for liking this story. See you again if we are lucky enough. Bye (?·ω·?)丿
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