"It's too tiring to sit in the gatehouse all year round."
"You must not fall down, otherwise we students will be so sad~"
Listen to the students' sincere words and watch their heartwarming actions.
The security guard, Uncle Zhang, was holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking a little confused for a moment...
I am just an ordinary school security guard. How could I be so worthy as to deserve such a gift from someone?
Moreover, who are these familiar-looking little guys?
"Wait, wait kids, who are you?"
"What on earth do you want to do here?"
Hearing this, the students of Class 9 paused:
"Hi, Uncle Zhang, we are students from Class 9 of Senior 3, have you forgotten?"
"I've been coming in and out of your place before, causing you a lot of trouble."
"Now that I'm back, I thought I'd repay you and ask you to open the school gate and let us in..."
After he finished speaking, Uncle Zhang's eyes immediately became serious, with a sharp look as if he was looking at an idle person in society:
"Class Nine?"
"Still going in?"
"You guys think a lot~"
"I can tell you that our No. 3 Middle School is, after all, a respectable high school, and no idle people are allowed to enter."
"Don't think I don't know what you want to do. Do you want to take revenge on the kids from No. 3 Middle School?"
"I'm telling you, no way!"
"Take your stuff and get out of here, or I'll call the police."
As he spoke, Grandpa Zhang took out his old cell phone and pretended to make a call:
"Class 9? Those guys from Class 9 never show any respect when they come to me. At most, they just nod their heads."
"How can you be so diligent~"
"You don't learn anything like that~"
Upon hearing this, the corners of Class Nine's mouths twitched instantly, and they couldn't help feeling a little bitter in their hearts.
They were not very sensible before...
But can this impression be so profound?
Besides, it’s okay to be profound, but why can’t you allow others to change?
So much time has passed, they are no longer the original Class 9!
After being silent for a moment, the people in Class Nine decided to change their approach and continue their persuasion.
But just when they were about to speak, Ren Yan, feeling helpless, came over with a cigarette, and handed a pack to Uncle Zhang with ease:
"Uncle Zhang, you are fine, right?"
"Remember me, the one who brought his students over to give you cigarettes and chat with you?"
Hearing this, Uncle Zhang scratched his head, looked at Ren Yan, and then looked at the cigarette on the table.
It felt instantly familiar.
He brought students to distribute cigarettes to him. In all his years as a security guard at No. 3 Middle School, he was the only one who had done such a thing.
"Hey you, it's Xiao Ren!"
Uncle Zhang clapped his hands and exclaimed in surprise.
Ren Yan immediately smiled and nodded:
"Hey, it's me, it's me, Xiao Ren."
"Uncle Zhang has a pretty good memory."
"Hi, where are you?" Uncle Zhang waved his hand, unpacked the cigarette and lit a cigarette for himself. It was still the familiar smell:
"It's not that I have a good memory, it's that you left such a deep impression on people. You are the only one among all the teachers in No. 3 Middle School who gives cigarettes to the concierge."
"Besides, if you don't smoke after the breakup, it'll be hard for people to forget it."
Uncle Zhang sighed, then lit the ash of his cigarette: "I remember you took the students out of school more than a year ago. It was a big deal in No. 3 Middle School at that time."
"Why are you back now?"
"The college entrance examination is coming soon, so I have to bring my students back."
As he spoke, Ren Yan pointed to the students from Class 9 around him.
Uncle Zhang slapped his forehead and said in annoyance:
"Oh, it's a mistake, it's a mistake."
"Look at what this incident has caused. You only think that these guys are familiar, but you don't remember that they were actually the students who followed you at the time."
"I just mistook them for the gang of hooligans outside the school. You know, kids these days are really troublesome."
As he said this, Uncle Zhang immediately stood up and opened the gate of No. 3 Middle School:
"Come on, come on, kids."
"Don't blame me, I really didn't recognize him."
"It's a huge change. You never talked to me like this before."
"How could that be possible~" Ren Yan led the students into the school gate and took over the conversation: "Who told them that they were a bunch of little bastards in the past? It's good to let them improve their memory."
Hearing this, the student from Class 9, who had been planning to continue being polite, staggered and looked at his teacher with resentment.
This guy, why does he have to diss them at the last minute?
It turns out that not being a good person is the style of my own teacher.
Uncle Zhang waved his hand and said, "That's not what I meant."
“Admitting one’s mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue.”
"As long as the children can change, they are still good children~"
After that, Uncle Zhang waved his hand and said, "Okay, you guys go in."
"But let me tell you, your Class 9 might need some cleaning up."
"Be mentally prepared in advance."
"Okay, thank you Uncle Zhang~" Ren Yan nodded and led the students into No. 3 Middle School.
But after walking about three or four meters, Ren Yan looked at the remaining cigarette in his hand, frowned, and turned back again:
"Mr. Zhang, I was originally planning to give you this whole pack of cigarettes."
"But forget it this time."
"Always smoking is bad for your health. You should eat more fruits."
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