Chapter 3: Mr. Snail has 1,500 words, how can it be written by a human? …
The car braked suddenly and Xiao Zhier almost hit his head on the steering wheel. He raised his hand to rub his head, parked the car and went towards the two students hanging on the school gate.
Outside the main gate of Shaocheng University is a wide road with eight lanes in both directions. There are many star-rated hotels, shopping malls and the like around it. On the contrary, there are many snack shops at the side door. Many students like to run to this road outside the side door, but the side door is not open very often, so many students are used to climbing out from here to save time.
Xiao Zhier looked over from afar and thought that the two students also wanted to climb over the wall to get out, but when he got closer, he found that they were lying motionless at the door in the corner, as if they were cosplaying geckos.
He couldn't figure out what these two students were trying to do. Xiao Zhier thought about it again and again, and hesitantly asked: "Are you two...performance art?"
The two were startled, but there was an inexplicable surprise in their expressions when they turned around. This expression of shame mixed with relief scared Xiao Zhier, who stopped immediately.
These two guys are hiding in such a remote place, are they trying to do some prank? He stepped forward to stop it, and then a sack was put on him from behind?
Xiao Zhier felt a chill on his back for no reason. He stood there with a questioning look on his face: "It's lunchtime, why aren't you going to eat? What are you doing here?"
"Brother Xiao, help me——"
Xiao Zhier hadn't finished playing out all the conspiracies and pranks in his mind when he heard the student in front of him howling. He looked closely and saw that it was another student from his class.
Okay, according to Xiao Zhier's experience, it is likely that something strange has happened again, such as...
Xiao Zhier asked bluntly: "Are you two hung up?"
"……Yes."
really.
Xiao Zhier sighed helplessly. He stepped forward onto the stone steps at the entrance and touched the student's belt. He held the student's butt and lifted it up with force. He then hooked his fingertips on the belt that was tightly wrapped around the slender metal head at the tip of the wrought iron school gate and lifted it up with force, thus rescuing the student from the school gate.
He helped the student down, and then used the same method to rescue another one.
Xiao Zhier brushed off the dust on his hands and poked the student's forehead in annoyance: "What are you two thinking? You can get yourselves stuck on the door? Look, the top is so sharp, aren't you afraid of hurting yourself?"
The student pulled his torn pants and smiled as he approached the man and said, "I just wanted to go out to buy something. I just let it slip today. Next time! I won't get stuck like that!"
"Do you want to do it again next time?" Xiao Zhier glared at the two of them. He poked at the tear in the student's pants and said, "Go back and change. I'll mend this one for you. Come to my office to get it when you're done this afternoon."
"Mr. Tianluo, Brother Xiao, you are really our savior. I love you~"
"Stop flattering me. If I catch you again, I'll make you two write self-criticisms."
"Don't be like this, Brother Xiao, we love you——"
Amid the noise, Xiao Zhier drove back to the dormitory building, sent the two naughty kids whose pants were torn and who had difficulty moving back to the dormitory, and returned to the office building with the two pairs of torn pants.
Several teachers went to the cafeteria to eat. Xiao Zhier didn't have much appetite, so he simply bought a piece of bread from the vending machine at the entrance of the building.
Xiao Zhier was sitting by the window, with warm sunlight coming in and dispelling the slightly cool air in the room. Xiao Zhier leaned sideways on the table, threading the needle carefully. He had sewed buttons on himself before, so it was just mending his pants, so shouldn't that be an easy task?
Thinking this, he encouraged himself, lowered his head and began to mend the pants of the two performance artists.
Xiao Zhier looked solemn. He exerted force on the fingers holding the needle, pursed his lips slightly, and as the needle moved, a vivid... centipede appeared on his trousers.
“…”
"It's okay... at least it's sewn up."
Xiao Zhier touched his nose and tried to comfort himself, but the more he comforted himself, the more guilty he felt.
Xiao Zhier rubbed the centipede and felt that the students would probably burst into pieces if they saw it.
Otherwise...why not find the lady who mends clothes outside the school gate and spend twenty yuan to fix it?
"Very good, very good, this is the effect you want when mending clothes!"
Xiao Zhier touched the fine stitches that mended the rip in his pants, nodded with satisfaction, and put the pants on the corner of the table, waiting for the students to finish their military training today before picking them up.
He flipped through his memo, crossed out the completed work one by one, and then worried about the meeting report in it.
Who is the nice guy who asked us to write reflections after a meeting? Does it count as hypnotic? ? ?
Xiao Zhier pulled out a notebook and a pen, sat up straight, held the pen carefully, and held the notebook firmly.
Then I was in a daze for half an hour.
"I can't write anything."
Xiao Zhier dropped his pen and lay down on the table. He rubbed his hair hard twice, and his soft short hair was messed up. Suddenly, a laugh came from the side.
Xiao Zhier paused, blinked twice and turned to look over. As soon as he caught a glimpse of someone, a pen had already silently poked the top of Xiao Zhier's head.
"Hey? Why isn't your hair floating? Didn't you rub it long enough?"
The professional counselor next door pushed his glasses with a smile, and when he saw Xiao Zhier looking at him, he asked with a silly look on his face.
Xiao Zhier was silent for two seconds. Seeing that the other party was about to reach out for his head, he quickly raised his hand to snatch the pen from the other party and slammed it on his desk. Then he covered his head and lowered his head to avoid the devil's claws that fell from the sky.
He rolled his eyes at the other person: "Come on, it just rained yesterday, how can there be static electricity when I just rubbed it twice? What do you think about every day? Can you use your brain, Lin Jingshen?"
Lin Jingshen said confidently: "I haven't studied physics for so many years, how can I remember it? Do you think everyone has a photographic memory like you?"
Xiao Zhier leaned over to borrow a small comb from the female teacher who had just returned from the opposite side, and then lowered his head to fix his hair in front of the phone screen. He chuckled and said, "What do you mean by photographic memory? At best, it means that you remember things faster and the memory time is a little longer."
As he spoke, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Sunlight streamed in from the window and fell on Xiao Zhier's cheek. The light flowed like water as Xiao Zhier's head gently swayed, and leaped into the young man's eyes, dyeing those amber peach eyes with a rich layer of gold.
The look in those eyes was calm and peaceful, and the sunlight seemed to be sprinkled on the vast lake, with golden glittering light, which for a moment was dazzling.
He seemed to be glowing.
Lin Jingshen thought so.
He was stunned for a few seconds, took a deep breath, turned around and sat down at his desk. He didn't want to talk to this Versailles master who exuded the golden aura of a protagonist.
Xiao Zhier looked at him and said nothing, but just counted silently in his heart.
Five seconds later.
"By the way, what were you bothering about just now?"
Lin·Curious Baby·Jingshen couldn't control his gossiping heart. He pushed his feet and the office chair with wheels slid to Xiao Zhier's side. Lin Jingshen leaned over and asked curiously.
Xiao Zhier had been waiting for Lin Jingshen to ask. He smiled and opened his phone to show Lin Jingshen the to-do list in the memo. Xiao Zhier deliberately raised his voice: "The meeting report must be more than 1,500 words. It specifically said that you must write your experience and it must be profound and long... I remember that you didn't write it either?"
Lin Jingshen: “…”
Lin Jingshen was petrified.
A few seconds later, Lin Jingshen took a breath of cold air. He jumped up as if there was a spring under his buttocks, dragged his chair back to his desk, wailing all the way: "I'm dying, dying, dying, how can a human write 1,500 words!"
You are right.
Xiao Zhier nodded silently, agreeing with Lin Jingshen's statement.
But no matter how much I cry, I still have to write the report.
"My experience... my experience..."
Xiao Zhi'er was mumbling incoherently while holding the pen cap in his mouth. His brows were furrowed. His cell phone was placed flat on the table. Xiao Zhi'er was frantically searching for the PPT that the director had used during the meeting. After downloading it, Xiao Zhi'er looked at the PPT of more than 80 pages and sighed. He began to translate the contents of the PPT into Chinese word by word.
He first "summarizes" the whole thing, and he can at least make up a thousand words, right?
Just as Xiao Zhier was trying hard to translate from Chinese to Chinese, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Xiao Zhier was concentrating on writing a report. The ringing of the bell startled him. Xiao Zhier sat up straight subconsciously and almost dropped the pen in his hand.
"grandfather?"
Xiao Zhier raised his eyebrows slightly when he looked at the caller ID, then put on his headphones and answered the call.
"Wenwen, when will you get off work today?"
The old man's vigorous laughter came from his ears, and he called Xiao Zhier's nickname affectionately. Xiao Zhier subconsciously smiled a little. He looked at the time and whispered back: "Probably more than an hour, Grandpa, do you miss me?"
Xiao Zhier grew up with his grandparents. Even when he was in college, he always lived at home because his home was close. After he started working, he occasionally lived in school because the counselors took turns on duty.
Originally, the counselors didn't have to live in school every day, but the students that Xiao Zhier was teaching this time were of very strange temperament. Not long after the start of the school year, several of them had been accidentally injured for various strange reasons. Just today, three of them fell down.
Xiao Zhier was afraid that if he went back home one day, these brats might do something even more dangerous, and since he was not in school, they would not be able to get there quickly, so he simply lived in school for the whole week.
By this calculation, he hasn't seen his grandparents for a week.
The old lady was also straightforward: "Yes, I miss you when you come home. Your grandma said she would make you your favorite mutton and is going out to buy it now!"
Xiao Zhier's heart softened. He looked at the half-written experience he had, and nodded with a smile: "Really? Then I'll take it back after get off work, so that grandma won't have to run again."
Old Man Xiao laughed and said, "It's okay. Let Xiao Chen drive your grandma there. Old Xu said he would bring his two kids over tonight. You can meet them together!"
Xiao Zhier paused with the pen in his hand: "Ah?"
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