C8 Elderly youth

In the blink of an eye, it was time for them to begin the class. Due to Qingming's excellent eloquence, the students all liked him, and he also liked this group of children. In this class, 60% of the children came from single-parent families, and 20% of the children's parents didn't work outside the home. The remaining children, either were looked down by the students because of their poor grades or because the family's way of treating the children was a problem. They were either too doting or too domineering. Qing Ming always believed that there was no such thing as a wicked child. As long as he was guided well, he would always be an obedient child.

In the school atmosphere, Qingming felt that the thick cocoon in his heart was peeling off bit by bit. With these pure children, Qingming felt much younger, too. He taught them all kinds of knowledge in class, told them literary stories, gave them stories about wild stories related to lectures, the students were very willing to listen to him, in the writing class he guided the students to write their own thoughts, he communicated with the children with a pen, sometimes an assignment had more annotations than the homework itself, the students treated him as their own confidant. Qing Ming knew that children of this age group needed good guidance and education the most. Their bodies were already nearing adulthood, but their minds were far from being able to keep up with the pace of their physical body, and during this period of time, children had already started to come into contact with society. There were many things they didn't understand, and some feelings they didn't understand. The children would not easily believe in "adults," but they all needed someone older than them to understand what they were thinking and they were clear about what they wanted to do. They were willing to take on such a role. Perhaps because his years at the magazine had completely bored him, he was now happy to return to a fresh, refined and empathetic image. Qing Ming happily used his own method to communicate with the students, and the results were very obvious. The school director was very satisfied with this. Other than the targeted class, Qing Ming was also given the medicinal plant's class language. As the name implied, the medicine factory's class would be assigned to the medicine factory after graduation. The students in this class were generally older than the others, and most of them were older students who had been hired from the general society and were eager to get a job. They would study in the school for half a year, and the rest of their time would be spent on paid internships in the factory. It had been a long time since they had touched a textbook because they were all young people in society. Now that they were allowed to study for a specialized course, since they knew that they would need to use it in the future, they still had to put more or less their heart into it, but for this basic course — Chinese — they had almost turned it into a sleeping class for them. As soon as they started, there was a tendency for them to doze off collectively, so it wasn't their fault that they were dozing off. The language teacher was their form teacher, Teacher Zhou. He was a male, nearly fifty years old, bald, spoke slowly and awkwardly, with a heart like a woman. The students had given him a nickname, called 'Aunt'. Do you think it's possible for a student to not sleep on a afternoon like this with such a teacher doing the same thing? Fengqin went to the class a few times and felt that the student's reaction was not unreasonable. Thus, she told the principal about this matter. The headmaster also knew Teacher Zhou's teaching level, but since he was an old comrade, he could not say anything about it. Besides, he was rather close with the secretary, and since the secretary was an old lady, he had to be soft-hearted and old-fashioned, so naturally he had to protect Teacher Zhou. The headmaster was relatively young, and counted as a young man.

On the first day of Shen Qingming's class, the students were all sitting there full of energy. Because they had already heard that this teacher was very good, they quietly prepared to listen to him lecture. The headmaster was pleased to see this and publicly praised Qingming's flexible teaching methods in the teacher's office. Although he knew that his words were not as good as Shen Qingming's, but without Shen Qingming's help, he wouldn't have been embarrassed like this. Thus, he secretly took note of the grudge in his heart.

Qing Ming was a practical yet persistent person. Since he was determined to properly teach his students, he didn't have the mood to think about it. He always believed that the school should be a pure place, and it was a bit too much to be scheming and scheming. However, that day, he was inexplicably criticized by the secretary in front of all the teachers. The gist of it was that young people could not always use computers to watch cartoons. It was simply outrageous for old comrades to not give way to them even when they were looking for teaching materials online. Qing Ming felt wronged by this criticism. Yes, the office only had a computer that could access the internet, he would sometimes do some animation lessons on it, and occasionally, he would take the students to a multimedia classroom to give them some insight and increase their interest. The principal and Feng Qin knew about this, and the principal had even specially praised him for it. There was only him, Zhang Shuai, Chi Peng, Han Bing, and Teacher Zhou in this office, so this so-called old comrade who wanted to search for information online was definitely Teacher Zhou. Qing Ming turned his head and saw Teacher Zhou's complacent eyes, and his clear anger started to rise. Alright, now he actually bit back and started complaining about me. Qing Ming was so angry that he almost stood up to argue with the secretary. Feng Qin, who was sitting beside him, quickly squeezed his hand and looked at her. Feng Qing Ming slightly shook his head but didn't say anything.

After the meeting, Feng Qin found Qingming, "Do you feel very wronged?" Qing Ming said, "I'm just feeling angry. How could this person be so shameless?" Feng Qin said, "Do you think you can win in theory? The principal and I both know that the secretary is looking for trouble with you. Teacher Zhou must have gone to the secretary to complain about you. He's just like this. He can't stand to look at others better than him. He always relies on his seniority to act pitifully towards the secretary. " This was really hard to swallow! "I really did not expect there to be such a terrible person in such a small school." You, I thought you had been tactful through these past few years of training, but inside your heart, you are still as rigid as before. Qingming, let me tell you, there are bad people everywhere. God didn't deliberately create a pure land for you just because this is a school. Someone who knows what he looks like, just pay more attention in the future. " At that time, Teacher Zhou was drinking tea and reading a newspaper while Zhang Shuai, Chi Peng and Han Bing were preparing for class. Seeing Qing Ming enter, Zhang Shuai said in a feminine tone, "Aiyo, isn't this Big Brother Qingming? Are you free tonight? Your little brother wants to invite you to the internet cafe, what do you think? Look at your cartoon! As for me, you don't need to care about me. I'm just happy to watch some news stocks on the side. This computer is so high-tech. The more I think about it, the more I don't understand it. Do you think I'm in need of people … " Zhang Shuai's words made these young people laugh out loud. Han Bing continued, "Oh come on, look at you, like that. Aren't you crying from looking at the computer?" Chi Peng also laughed. "If the computer cries, I won't fix it for you." After he finished speaking, they burst into laughter again. Amidst this laughter, Qingming felt much better. He felt warm inside and knew that these young men were trying to redress his grievances. Therefore, he said, "Let's go out for a good dinner tonight. I'll treat you guys to a meal. Recently, a stinky bug has appeared from cracking melon seeds. It's so disgusting. Let's go out and rub it together. Just treat it as suppressing my own shock!" Teacher Zhou's face alternated between shades of red and white under their laughter. He put down the newspaper and slammed the door.