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"Originally, I didn't think it was appropriate for me to interfere. I didn't use my identity as the principal to say this to you. Just treat me as a parent. You should know the difference between a parent and a parent. Don't look at how small our school is, it's been a long time. The teachers in the school looked at the harmonious atmosphere on the surface, but none of them were easy to deal with. There have been quite a number of teachers who went to your room to check on your results these past two days, right? Except for those who have children in your class. The rest of them were just there to watch the show, not wanting the matter to get out of hand. Min knew your class's grades like the back of her hand. When she changed her grades, she had a limit. It was also very easy to get more marks than your class. You are a new teacher again. Everyone else is watching your every move. What does a teacher's good or bad look at? It's just an exam result. These few days you have made Teacher Han anxious. She has a bad temper. She is going to be strong for the rest of her life, but she is also protective of others. She is afraid that she will say in front of you that she does not have a sense of propriety. She completely treats you as a student in her class. If you say that in this school, she's the one who's most afraid of you if you don't do well. What do you think? "

These words cause me to panic in my heart. I can't even squeeze out a smile as I forcefully cheer myself up and say a few words. " Thank you, Teacher Zhang. I understand. I will definitely take note of it in the future. "

"Then the matter of you changing dormitory..."

"I still have classes this afternoon. I have some free time tomorrow. I will go back and pack my things first."

"Okay then. Your dormitory is upstairs of Teacher Han. The person living with you is Wang Lili. If there is anything you need, you can look for Teacher Han. Although she is impatient, everything is on the surface. If you say it harshly, don't worry. She is alone. She's been the form teacher for so many years, and she wants to care about everything. " Principal Zhang reminded him again.

I sincerely said, "I'm still young, and I can't ask for help from someone. I don't understand anything, so I'll have to trouble you in the future. It's getting late, I'll be leaving first. Please don't see me off. "

My head was heavy and my chest was a little out of breath when I went out the door. Who were these people? Why did they cause so much trouble in such a small place? As for that, everyone in the school saw me as a joke. I'll understand when I walk downstairs. There's a saying that says: If you're a bun, don't blame the dog for following you. Am I really that harmless? As for the others, who wouldn't like to watch a show? This is the first time I'm being watched by others.

Walking into the dormitory, I saw Wang Lili playing with her phone in my room. She looked up at me and casually said, "Where did you go? You only came back after such a long time?" "The principal just called me over to say something." I paused and organized my words. "Did you know about Min when you asked me what I thought of her two days ago?"

She put down her phone and looked up at me. "Yes, you already said that you think she can do it. What else can I say? Otherwise, I would be like sowing discord behind my back."

Tears suddenly fell from my eyes as I sat there. She unhurriedly took a roll of paper and said, "What's there to be sad about? It's fine as long as you know who she is and how important it is."

I wiped my face and said, "It's fine. I just miss my mom."

She said indifferently, "It'll be fine as long as you get used to it. Oh right, help me with the first day of the morning tomorrow. I'll bring some things over later."

"Okay, then I'll pack my things now. You can go for the second quarter later."

"Okay, I'll be leaving then."

After she went out, I locked the door and sat there crying. I remember reading a novel that had a saying: I'm not sad because I miss home, I miss home more because I'm sad. Now that I think about it, it was really ingenious. Thinking back to when I was in school, I wasn't a little white flower. I sold newspapers. Travel agencies and the like were also very good at doing things. If I really did it, how could I be defeated like a mountain?

In the end, I understood. Crying requires physical strength, I'm hungry...