(This is my first attempt at writing a face-slapping plot. I don't know if you readers think it's edgy or not. Please be gentle with your criticism. Thank you! (′?_?`))
"Oh." Shang Yunmiao, who didn't understand Chen Bing's inner monologue and joke, gave a flat "oh," and then said to the person in front of her with a very serious look and tone, "But I'm very happy right now, and I'm happy for you too, Chen Bing."
The girl's honest words made Chen Bing feel a little embarrassed. He pursed his lips, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
"Class is starting, the teacher is coming soon." After saying this, Chen Bing turned her head away and stopped chatting with Shang Yunmiao, who obediently sat down and waited for class to begin.
After the two sat down, a short while later, the Chinese language teacher, wearing red-rimmed glasses, pushed open the door and walked in.
After she came in, she put her textbook on the lectern and then sat down in a chair.
It seems that the desire for a holiday has also spread to the teacher, making her somewhat reluctant to teach for a while.
After sitting there for about ten seconds, she opened her mouth and uttered the first sentence of the class. However, it had nothing to do with Chinese language and literature; it was just some casual, everyday conversation.
The children below the podium seemed to understand, some talking to her, others discussing animatedly with their deskmates. For a moment, the classroom was noisy and chaotic, but the atmosphere was even better than usual.
The lively interaction between teachers and students attracted the attention of an elderly man passing by. He peeked through the classroom window and, on a whim, quietly slipped in through the back door.
His movements were very subtle, trying his best not to attract the teacher's attention on the podium. In fact, she was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice the principal slipping into her classroom.
The elderly principal, surnamed Lin, is in his fifties but in excellent spirits. Although he will be retiring in a few years, he continues to work diligently for the nearly two thousand students at this primary school.
During the preparation time before the New Year's Eve party, he managed to get a little free time and rushed to the teaching building to see how the children were doing in class.
After Principal Lin came in, he quietly sat down in an empty seat and sat next to a chubby little boy with a runny nose.
The sudden appearance of the unfamiliar grandfather beside him made the little boy feel a little strange, but the lively and cheerful boy immediately started talking to him in a low voice.
"Grandpa, what brings you here?"
Principal Lin turned to the little boy with a smile and said to him kindly, "Grandpa, I'm here to listen to your lecture."
"Attending a class?" The boy thought for a moment, then looked incredulous: "You're so old, why are you still in first grade?"
Speechless at the other person's words, Principal Lin didn't know how to respond. In the end, all his unspoken words were condensed into a shushing gesture. Then, he pointed to the teacher on the podium, signaling the chubby boy to listen carefully.
Little Fatty then quieted down and placed his hands neatly on the table. He adopted his most serious posture, trying to demonstrate to the old man next to him how to be a good first-grader.
Regardless of what the little guy was thinking, once he calmed down, Principal Lin was able to look at the teacher sitting on the podium.
After chatting for half a class, the homeroom teacher, who wore red-rimmed glasses, felt thirsty, picked up her thermos on the table, took a sip, and turned back, only to forget where she had left off.
After thinking for a while, she still couldn't remember, so she had to find another topic to talk about.
The man with the red glasses glanced across the entire class, finally fixing his gaze on the violin case Chen Bing had brought. Its elegant, simple white color paired with a genuine leather handle clearly indicated it was a high-end product.
She knew Chen Bing was performing at the New Year's Eve party, so she wasn't surprised to see this thing in the classroom. Instead, she became curious about the price of the violin inside the case.
"Is this the box you used to store your violin?" The Chinese teacher pointed to the violin case that was quietly placed next to Chen Bing's seat and asked Chen Bing with a curious look.
"Yes, teacher."
She nodded, then asked, "This instrument must be worth a lot of money, right?"
"It's alright, less than 40,000."
To be precise, it's over thirty-eight thousand.
Upon hearing this unexpected number, the Chinese teacher clicked her tongue in surprise. Her initial desire to go over and try it out vanished. She thought to herself that if she accidentally bumped or hurt herself, she would lose almost half a year's salary.
Rich people are really something else; even the pianos they give their kids are so expensive.
During the six months she served as a homeroom teacher for a class, she had a pretty good understanding of the family situations of some of the children, and she also learned what kind of business Chen Bing's family was in.
It's good to be rich.
Reflecting on this, and reflecting on her somewhat materialistic views, she immediately told the students in the audience how much wealth 40,000 yuan was, and then went on to talk about the various troubles that money causes in the adult world. Finally, she concluded that with money, one has everything.
"The small class I used to teach had students who were either from wealthy families or were civil servants in the town or county."
Their manners are so different from yours, you parents who just do nothing. Even if they don't have any special talents, their clothes and appearance are much better, and their kids have a much more refined air about them.
"It was so much easier when I was teaching younger classes. Now that they don't do younger classes anymore, the classes are a real mixed bag, you can find all sorts of bad apples and rotten apples." As she spoke, her gaze swept over a few students she didn't like, who were still fooling around and gossiping.
After giving them a few disdainful looks, the woman in red glasses continued her long-winded lecture.
Hearing what she said, Chen Bing frowned.
There were indeed some elementary school teachers of that era who had improper morals and some who, in retrospect, seemed quite foolish.
For example, a teacher from his second year of high school once said, "China has a history of five thousand years, but in total it is ten thousand years," which left a deep impression on Chen Bing.
In addition, there was a math teacher in fourth grade who often asked, "Do you have ten million in your family? If you had ten million, you would do this and that..."; a computer teacher in fifth grade who inexplicably called the ten-year-old students present "social parasites sucking their parents' blood" during computer class; and an English teacher who stormed in at the graduation tea party and berated the students for giving flowers to other teachers but not to her...
Although the primary school teaching staff is generally of good quality, there are inevitably some individuals whose morals and character are utterly repulsive.
Is this a product of the times, or an unavoidable manifestation of human evil, leading them to utter such words when facing a group of elementary school students who are most in need of education and are utterly ignorant?
Chen Bing looked around and found that everyone in the class was listening intently to the "novel things" they had never heard of before, listening to the teacher impart her "values." They were completely unaware of the subtle sense of superiority and mockery emanating from the teacher.
Perhaps that's why she dared to say these things in the classroom. How many first-graders could hear the disdain in her words?
Thinking of this, Chen Bing couldn't help but stand up. Facing the teacher in front of her who was lecturing incessantly and imparting wrong values to the students, she loudly refuted him.
"Teacher, you're wrong! How can you instill such misguided materialistic ideas in us in the classroom?"
Chen Bing's clear voice instantly filled the entire classroom, drawing everyone's attention to him.
Red Glasses had never expected that a student would stand up and contradict her in front of everyone in a first-grade classroom. But because the person who said it was Chen Bing, a child from a wealthy family whom she admired, she didn't use her position as a teacher to reprimand her directly.
On the contrary, because of her deeply ingrained values, she didn't immediately think that the person in front of her was a six or seven-year-old child, and subconsciously asked him, "Then tell me, what's wrong with what I said? Isn't money important in today's society? Does your family being rich or not lacking money mean that money isn't important?"
After hearing this, Chen Bing replied with a gloomy face, enunciating each word clearly.
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