Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Mo Liang Daily Feeding +1
Li Zhuo is a simple and honest child. When he was doing odd jobs at a trade fair, the agent would casually tell everyone to gather around 6 o'clock. Others would delay until around 6:30, but he was the only one who arrived at the gathering point at 5:30.
In the international school, after the teacher finished explaining the situation, the other students left one after another, but he stayed there honestly, thinking that the teacher didn't let him leave.
After transferring to Experimental Middle School, although he understood a lot, he was also an honest student who abided by the school rules. This was the first time he was late for class, the first time!
Even though Mr. Mo said he had greeted the Chinese teacher, he was still uneasy. When he ran to the door of Class 20, he was already out of breath.
Sure enough, the class has already started.
"Report!"
The Chinese teacher at the podium was named Cai, and many students called her "Old Nun" behind her back. This was because she didn't wear high heels, didn't like to dress up, and kept her hair neatly tied up behind her head. She was rarely seen smiling, whether in class or after class.
At least in Li Zhuo's memory, there were classmates in his class who were late for various reasons, and they would be scolded for several minutes before being allowed to enter the classroom.
But she didn't say anything this time?
Teacher Cai looked at Li Zhuo deeply and asked in an ambiguous tone, "Did you come back from the psychological counseling room in Building 6?"
Li Zhuo nodded.
Teacher Cai retracted his gaze, placed the rolled-up textbook on the podium, banged it twice, and said stiffly, "Come in."
Li Zhuoru was pardoned and quickly walked to his seat and sat down.
Fortunately, he ran fast and the bell for class had just rung. When he entered the classroom, the class had just begun.
Li Zhuo pulled out the Chinese textbook from the pile of books, turned to the page handed to him by his deskmate, and quickly caught up with the progress.
Halfway through the class, his deskmate Deng Yuliang nudged Li Zhuo with his elbow and took the opportunity to slip him a note.
Li Zhuo glanced at the teacher on the podium and found that she was writing on the blackboard with chalk. In fact, she was not looking at him at all, but he did not open the note in his palm.
After finishing the new lesson, Teacher Cai suddenly received a phone call. Before leaving, she asked everyone to review what she had just covered.
The silent classroom suddenly exploded the second after Teacher Cai left.
Only then did Li Zhuo have time to open the note and read it.
【Have you been to the school's psychological counseling room? 】
Li Zhuo found this question very strange.
He asked, “Can’t I go?”
"Did you know that the school used to have a psychological counseling room? It was in the old teaching building, but it was always just for decoration. I never saw any psychology teachers there."
"Just last month, the school suddenly opened a new psychological counseling room, and I haven't even met the psychologist there yet..."
Deng Yuliang is Li Zhuo's desk mate, and is also a well-known know-it-all and nosy person in their class. There is no gossip in the entire Class 10, or even in the entire grade, that he doesn't know.
- He could talk about what frictions had occurred between whom, who was secretly dating whom, who had their parents called in, who brought prohibited items, who was secretly reporting on someone, and so on for three days and three nights without repeating himself.
The fact that he knows the gossip about so many people is enough to prove his strong social skills.
When Li Zhuo first transferred in, he was very unsociable. The head teacher assigned him this position because he wanted the more outgoing Deng Yuliang to guide the transfer student.
As expected, the chatterbox Deng Yuliang was not only the first classmate to talk to Li Zhuo, but also his first familiar friend.
Therefore he is also willing to tell the truth to his friends.
"The psychology teacher's surname is Mo. I met him. He's a nice guy." Li Zhuo thought for a moment and added, "After talking to him, I feel better."
"Is it so magical?" Deng Yuliang looked unconvinced. "But I heard that teacher is different from other teachers."
Li Zhuo asked:
"What's the difference?"
Deng Yuliang was speechless for a moment and fell into deep thought: "I don't know about this either. Anyway, my uncle told me not to go..."
Almost all the students in Class 10 know that Deng Yuliang's family is in business. His father works in engineering, his mother works in a hospital, and his uncle is the school's general affairs director.
It is precisely because of this relationship that he is sometimes able to find out some trends in advance, such as how long the school holidays are, how long the exams are, and when the surprise searches for contraband will take place. Deng Yuliang can know all of this in advance.
This time, his uncle didn't tell him much about the extra psychological counseling room. He seemed very secretive when talking about it and just told him not to go.
As for why?
Deng Yuliang was just an ordinary student after all. His uncle refused to tell him, and he himself couldn't figure it out. He replied, "I don't know," and mixed in some information he had heard from other classes.
——I heard that the new psychological counseling room is exactly the same as the previous one, and it is just a decoration to deal with inspections. Otherwise, why is it closed most of the time after it was repaired?
——I also heard that some classmates had been there, and the teacher inside was very scary. Not only did he refuse to receive them, he also aggressively asked the student who pushed the door to wipe the door clean before leaving!
"ah?"
The more Li Zhuoyue listened, the more he felt something was wrong. He felt that the psychology teacher Deng Yuliang mentioned was completely different from the psychology teacher he saw this afternoon.
Teacher Mo seemed to have such a gentle temper. He would listen to him patiently, pour him water, and comfort him. How could he be so indifferent to his students and even be so cruel?
Let’s forget about the first part, the stories that followed became more and more outrageous, even rumors of ghosts came out. Who made up these things?
He wanted to say something in defense, but Teacher Cai, who was outside in the corridor, had already finished his call. The student sitting in the first row, acting as a "scout," was the first to notice and quickly spoke up to remind him.
"Teacher Cai is here."
The originally noisy classroom suddenly became silent.
When Teacher Cai came in, he was faced with a sea of heads buried in their books.
As a teacher with many years of experience, she was not unaware of these children's tricks, but she just nagged them a few words for the sake of courtesy and then let it go.
"Where did I just say I was?"
He pulled out a new piece of chalk from the chalk box, broke off the front piece, and turned around to write. At this moment, Cai Qing's peripheral vision unconsciously glanced at a certain position in the middle row.
It is exactly the position of transfer students.
Is his name... Li Zhuo?
The first time I heard this name was from Class 10’s head teacher Zhang Zhiwen, who said that the student was transferred from a very famous international school?
In the first few days after the transfer, she did pay more attention to him, but after observation, she found that although the child's grades were average, he was indeed quite honest, and not the trouble-making and unruly playboy she had imagined, so she didn't pay much attention to him.
I didn't expect to hear the transfer student's name again from the principal.
In the past, even if there was something happening in the school, it would be notified down one level at a time. No matter how urgent it was, it should be the class teacher, group leader or director who told him.
Cai Qing has worked at Experimental Middle School for many years, but this is the first time he has received a call from the principal himself.
Her call with the principal was not very long. What really made her stay outside the corridor for so long was the second call with the head teacher of Class 10.
The head teacher of Class 10 is named Zhang, a middle-aged man in his forties. Among the many teachers in the experiment, he is neither very smooth nor very dull. Just like the grades of the classes he teaches, he is average, neither good nor bad.
At this age, with a family, a partner and children, any changes that may affect his career make this man particularly alert.
On the phone, the head teacher of Class 10 also sounded confused. He knew no more than Cai Qing, the subject teacher. At most, he might have contacted Li Zhuo's family and received a little benefit from them.
But that’s nothing, right?
Even though he took the money, he actually did the job. For example, before Li Zhuo transferred to another school, he held a class meeting to encourage his classmates to get along well with each other. He also carefully graded Li Zhuo's papers and even assigned him a lively and outgoing student to help him get acquainted with the environment as quickly as possible.
As for Mo Liang...
The head teacher of Class 10 knew much less information. At most, he only knew that a mysterious big man had come to the school some time ago.
I don't know what was wrong with him, but he came to the little-known city of Changyang and asked to be a nominal teacher in the Experimental Middle School. The new psychological counseling room was actually his office.
Although Mr. Mo is nominally the school's psychology teacher, he does not have attendance records like ordinary teachers, and I even heard that he does not need a salary?
Of course, it is easy to imagine that the school must have reaped unimaginable benefits from this.
This time the principal didn't say anything on the phone. He just said that Mr. Mo had said before that he was looking for someone, and now the person has been found, and that person is Li Zhuo from Class 20 of Senior High School.
He asked them to pay more attention to the student's movements, but also told them not to draw too much attention to him. The meaning behind his words was complex.
Is it care or "care"?
The head teacher and the subject teacher thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what it meant. After discussing it, they found that everything was normal.
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With one minute left before the end of get out of class, many students wearing watches began to count down silently. Zhang Zhiwen on the stage could see that these students' hearts had already flown to the cafeteria.
As the bell rang, he raised his voice and slammed the podium with his ruler.
"You guys got this type of question wrong so many times, I need to focus on it. So, I'll take five minutes, ten at most."
"ah--"
The students cried out one after another.
Some said no
I've been wondering for a long time that Old Zhang was going to keep the class going.
Deng Yuliang's seat was by the window, and he was the first to notice the man standing and waiting in the corridor outside.
"Hey, who is that?"
Li Zhuo also followed his gaze and saw Mo Liang, the psychology teacher who had comforted him at noon.
He was still wearing the same clothes he wore at noon, a white inner layer with a knitted cardigan, which further highlighted his gentle temperament. The only difference was that he had a black thermos cup in his hand.
Li Zhuo lowered his voice:
"That's the psychology teacher I was talking about."
"Fuck, there really is such a person."
After just a few seconds of interruption, when Deng Yuliang looked at the head teacher at the podium again, he found that he seemed to be looking towards the corridor outside the classroom.
The next second, a miracle happened.
"Alright, alright, you all look so absent-minded. I guess you won't listen even if I repeat it a few times." Old Zhang, who always drags his feet on every class, actually relaxed this time, which is a rare moment. "Let's end the get out of class!"
As soon as Lao Zhang left, someone shouted, "Holy crap! My wish came true!"
The classroom was once again like a pot of boiling water.
"You didn't go to the cafeteria for lunch, so you're not going for dinner either, are you?" Deng Yuliang urged Li Zhuo, holding his meal card. "Hurry up, hurry up, or there won't be a seat."
Some time ago, because of his bad mood, Li Zhuo also had a poor appetite. Every time he took a few bites of food, he felt that he could not eat anymore and had a tendency to anorexia.
He felt that wasting food was a shameful act, but he really couldn't eat it, so he could only find excuses not to go to the cafeteria with his deskmate and just eat some bread in the canteen to get by.
But perhaps because he had talked a lot with Teacher Mo in the psychological counseling room today, the silence and depression that had been pent up in his heart showed signs of loosening a little, and he also rarely felt hungry.
"Then let's go."
The two of them were called as soon as they walked out of the classroom.
"Xiao Zhuo, here."
Mo Liang greeted the two students with a smile, and his words and actions seemed as if he was very familiar with Li Zhuo.
"Is this your good friend?"
He asked.
"His name is Deng Yuliang, and he's my deskmate." Li Zhuo politely introduced Mo Liang, then turned to explain to his deskmate, "This is Mr. Mo, the school's psychology teacher..."
Deng Yuliang's eyes rolled around. He didn't mention the rumors he had heard at school before, but greeted respectfully.
"Hello, Teacher Mo!"
After greeting, he pulled Li Zhuo's sleeve.
Mo Liang noticed this detail and continued in that familiar tone, "Xiao Zhuo is going to have dinner at my place today. I've prepared the food."
Li Zhuo was a little confused when he heard it at first, but he soon remembered that this seemed to be the case, but it seemed that he had always been making decisions on his own and he didn't agree at all!
It was the peak time for school to be dismissed, and students from not only Class 10 but also other classes kept passing by the three people standing in the aisle like a tide.
Mo Liang sighed, a half-truthful sigh: "If I had known he was with his deskmate, I would have prepared an extra one."
What's there to not understand?
"Hahaha, then I'll go to the cafeteria first!" Deng Yuliang was not one to waste time. He patted Li Zhuo's shoulder and said, "I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Teacher Mo!"
He is a social butterfly and has many friends both in his class and in other classes.
After saying goodbye to Li Zhuo, Deng Yuliang just walked a few steps and met someone who greeted him. He responded and then quickly merged into the stream like a drop of water flowing into a branch.
I’m so envious.
Li Zhuo slowly withdrew his gaze.
Mo Liang handed over the thermos cup he had been holding: "Try it."
Li Zhuo didn't expect that the thermos cup that Mo Liang had been holding in his hand was for him. He took it blankly and unscrewed it blankly. A sweet smell filled the air.
It's a strawberry milkshake.
In fact, he is not fond of sweet food, but he does not hate sweetness either. Sugar can indeed bring a happy mood.
Seeing that he seemed to like it, Teacher Mo's smile seemed to deepen a little: "Then let's go."
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