Chapter 200
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In fact, ye Qingzhu is still waiting for work time at school.
He looked down at the teaching plan. His hair on his temples was a little gray.
He is nearly 40 this year. According to his academic achievements and qualifications, it is more than enough to be a professor. However, he is stubborn and unwilling to give gifts and ask for help anyway. As a result, his promotion opportunities have been robbed by other related customers.
Because of this, when he saw a student paying for a mentor on the forum, he hated to preach. In the final analysis, it was also for himself.
Seeing the student's sincere statement, ye Qingzhu was very satisfied. As for the students who had been abusing him to settle accounts with him... That's it. Anyway, I've been used to it for a long time.
Suddenly, someone in the office pushed the door and came in. It was Mr. Liu. He came in and received a cup of hot water and said slowly: "Lao ye, it's you who deleted the posts forced by the rich second generation students on the forum. The name and ID have been written down by the students. You're really chasing after you by posting Posts alone. Who can't force a rich second generation? People are so rich. Do you dare to compete with him? Alas, die hard."
Ye Qingzhu said faintly, "how did I force him? It is obviously that he realized his mistake and took the initiative to delete the post himself."
"You're still so old-fashioned." Teacher Liu sighed. "People have money and are willing to spend money to find guidance. There's no problem."
And Mr. Liu has applied for the chance to be a political tutor. This is a million.
Ye Qingzhu frowned: "but..."
"You are still too old-fashioned." Teacher Liu said firmly, "you will offend people like this. Do you know? Be a man, be smooth."
"They are students, we are teachers..."
"Again and again, you." Teacher Liu tut Tut, "you have provoked the rich second generation of others, and they fired you when they were unhappy. What do you do?"
Ye Qingzhu was silent, and the tip of his finger holding the pen had turned white.
"Do it yourself."
With that, Mr. Liu left with a thermos cup.
Ye Qingzhu gritted his teeth and said nothing. After a while, the leader's messages came one by one.
"Mr. Ye, isn't it bad for you to antagonize students in public?"
"That's a rich second generation. If people investigate it, the school can't afford it."
"Do it yourself. There's no way for the school. By the way, put aside your rating this year and avoid the limelight first."
Ye Qingzhu doesn't have to look down to know what is said below. Undoubtedly, he wants to give the opportunity to young people. He can wait any longer and let himself understand the school.
Ye Qingzhu got up, randomly packed the books into the advertising handbag sent by the hospital, and left the school directly.
Someone saw it, but no one stopped it. Why stop that old-fashioned freak?
On the way, ye Qingzhu was angry and disappointed.
Is... Is he really so old-fashioned? Is everything he does... Wrong.
Walking into the familiar old community, ye Qingzhu saw a pile of sundries at the door of the unit building before he went upstairs.
"This is..." Ye Qingzhu looked carefully and was shocked.
This is the paper box and empty bottle that my wife usually arranges. There are pictures painted by my daughter on it. They are stacked neatly at the door of my house. Who threw all these things down?
Ye Qingzhu hurried upstairs.
The old iron gate has been kicked. I can't see what it looks like.
Mrs. Ye squatted at the door and cried low.
"What's the matter?" Ye Qingzhu came forward carefully and said, "what happened?"
Mrs. Ye quickly wiped away her tears and said, "it's all right. There are several children. Come here... After playing for a while, the noise is a little big."
How could the footprints on the guard door be caused by children? Ye Qingzhu's heart is like a knife: "I'm sorry... It's all my fault..."
Ye Qingzhu told the whole story of what happened today. Mrs. Ye smiled gently and said, "it's all right. I don't blame you. How can I blame you?"
Ye Qingzhu said dejectedly, "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."
Mrs. Ye gently helped Ye Qingzhu into the room and said, "what are you talking about? Come in. I'll cook. I'll change the door tomorrow. I just think our door is too broken. Do you think so? OK, don't feel guilty."
In the room, the little girl sat on the ground with her knees in her arms, her shoulders shaking all the time.
Ye Qingzhu came forward and said, "Nan Nan..."
"I hate you!" the girl suddenly stood up and cried, "they say you are a monster! Say you are poor! You have nothing! Why should I be bullied! I hate you! I don't want you to be my father!"
Ye Qingzhu gave a meal, and the tips of his fingers trembled: "Nan Nan..."
The girl strode out, leaving only a distant cry.
"Let her go." Mrs. Ye sighed. "You know her character. Go and play with the little girl in the next building for a while. I'll call Uncle Wang and ask him to watch the gate and don't let the girl run out."
The community is small. In addition to amusement facilities, it is a narrow gate. It is not afraid that children will run out.
"Let our father and daughter calm down." Ye Qingzhu sat down on the wooden sofa, his fingers deep into his hair.
"That..."
Zhang Zheng stood at the door at a loss: "excuse me, is this Mr. Ye's home?"
He really wanted to knock, but there was no door for him.
Ye Qingzhu raised his eyes, looked at him tired and said, "well, I am. What's the matter?"
Zhang Zheng strode forward, bowed to Ye Qingzhu and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye! I'm the student who posted the post! I'm really sorry for causing you trouble!"
Teacher Ye was stunned, slowly stood up and said, "you are..."
Zhang Zheng felt guilty: "I was the student who posted the post. At that time, I only thought about myself for fun, but I didn't care so much. I didn't know my mistake until I listened to your teachings. I'm sorry to trouble you. I'm really sorry... Teacher? Teacher, why did you... Cry..."
Teacher Ye's lips were trembling. He came forward, hugged Zhang Zheng hard, patted Zhang Zheng on the back and said, "good... Good boy!"
He thought he was wrong. He thought what he had insisted on for half a lifetime was wrong, but the child stood up and let him know that he was not a different kind and that someone could understand him.
Zhang Zheng was startled: "teacher..."
To tell the truth, Zhang Zheng was very confused when he came to apologize. After all, he thought Mr. Ye was an old and stubborn strange old man, but he didn't expect to be a middle-aged man, and he didn't seem to be as terrible as he thought.
Zhang Zheng looked around. After reading it once, he was silent.
It is completely decorated in the last century. The ground is even a simple cement ground. The tables and sofas have long been painted off. The windows of the balcony are pasted with simple flower paper, which is completely unlike the place where modern people live.
"Mr. Ye..." Zhang Zheng couldn't help but say, "you've worked hard..."
He learned that ye Qingzhu is a really talented and powerful teacher, but he has always been very unknown.
Ye Qingzhu wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "it's not hard, I..."
"Ye! Get out of here! Hurry up!"
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In fact, ye Qingzhu is still waiting for work time at school.
He looked down at the teaching plan. His hair on his temples was a little gray.
He is nearly 40 this year. According to his academic achievements and qualifications, it is more than enough to be a professor. However, he is stubborn and unwilling to give gifts and ask for help anyway. As a result, his promotion opportunities have been robbed by other related customers.
Because of this, when he saw a student paying for a mentor on the forum, he hated to preach. In the final analysis, it was also for himself.
Seeing the student's sincere statement, ye Qingzhu was very satisfied. As for the students who had been abusing him to settle accounts with him... That's it. Anyway, I've been used to it for a long time.
Suddenly, someone in the office pushed the door and came in. It was Mr. Liu. He came in and received a cup of hot water and said slowly: "Lao ye, it's you who deleted the posts forced by the rich second generation students on the forum. The name and ID have been written down by the students. You're really chasing after you by posting Posts alone. Who can't force a rich second generation? People are so rich. Do you dare to compete with him? Alas, die hard."
Ye Qingzhu said faintly, "how did I force him? It is obviously that he realized his mistake and took the initiative to delete the post himself."
"You're still so old-fashioned." Teacher Liu sighed. "People have money and are willing to spend money to find guidance. There's no problem."
And Mr. Liu has applied for the chance to be a political tutor. This is a million.
Ye Qingzhu frowned: "but..."
"You are still too old-fashioned." Teacher Liu said firmly, "you will offend people like this. Do you know? Be a man, be smooth."
"They are students, we are teachers..."
"Again and again, you." Teacher Liu tut Tut, "you have provoked the rich second generation of others, and they fired you when they were unhappy. What do you do?"
Ye Qingzhu was silent, and the tip of his finger holding the pen had turned white.
"Do it yourself."
With that, Mr. Liu left with a thermos cup.
Ye Qingzhu gritted his teeth and said nothing. After a while, the leader's messages came one by one.
"Mr. Ye, isn't it bad for you to antagonize students in public?"
"That's a rich second generation. If people investigate it, the school can't afford it."
"Do it yourself. There's no way for the school. By the way, put aside your rating this year and avoid the limelight first."
Ye Qingzhu doesn't have to look down to know what is said below. Undoubtedly, he wants to give the opportunity to young people. He can wait any longer and let himself understand the school.
Ye Qingzhu got up, randomly packed the books into the advertising handbag sent by the hospital, and left the school directly.
Someone saw it, but no one stopped it. Why stop that old-fashioned freak?
On the way, ye Qingzhu was angry and disappointed.
Is... Is he really so old-fashioned? Is everything he does... Wrong.
Walking into the familiar old community, ye Qingzhu saw a pile of sundries at the door of the unit building before he went upstairs.
"This is..." Ye Qingzhu looked carefully and was shocked.
This is the paper box and empty bottle that my wife usually arranges. There are pictures painted by my daughter on it. They are stacked neatly at the door of my house. Who threw all these things down?
Ye Qingzhu hurried upstairs.
The old iron gate has been kicked. I can't see what it looks like.
Mrs. Ye squatted at the door and cried low.
"What's the matter?" Ye Qingzhu came forward carefully and said, "what happened?"
Mrs. Ye quickly wiped away her tears and said, "it's all right. There are several children. Come here... After playing for a while, the noise is a little big."
How could the footprints on the guard door be caused by children? Ye Qingzhu's heart is like a knife: "I'm sorry... It's all my fault..."
Ye Qingzhu told the whole story of what happened today. Mrs. Ye smiled gently and said, "it's all right. I don't blame you. How can I blame you?"
Ye Qingzhu said dejectedly, "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."
Mrs. Ye gently helped Ye Qingzhu into the room and said, "what are you talking about? Come in. I'll cook. I'll change the door tomorrow. I just think our door is too broken. Do you think so? OK, don't feel guilty."
In the room, the little girl sat on the ground with her knees in her arms, her shoulders shaking all the time.
Ye Qingzhu came forward and said, "Nan Nan..."
"I hate you!" the girl suddenly stood up and cried, "they say you are a monster! Say you are poor! You have nothing! Why should I be bullied! I hate you! I don't want you to be my father!"
Ye Qingzhu gave a meal, and the tips of his fingers trembled: "Nan Nan..."
The girl strode out, leaving only a distant cry.
"Let her go." Mrs. Ye sighed. "You know her character. Go and play with the little girl in the next building for a while. I'll call Uncle Wang and ask him to watch the gate and don't let the girl run out."
The community is small. In addition to amusement facilities, it is a narrow gate. It is not afraid that children will run out.
"Let our father and daughter calm down." Ye Qingzhu sat down on the wooden sofa, his fingers deep into his hair.
"That..."
Zhang Zheng stood at the door at a loss: "excuse me, is this Mr. Ye's home?"
He really wanted to knock, but there was no door for him.
Ye Qingzhu raised his eyes, looked at him tired and said, "well, I am. What's the matter?"
Zhang Zheng strode forward, bowed to Ye Qingzhu and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye! I'm the student who posted the post! I'm really sorry for causing you trouble!"
Teacher Ye was stunned, slowly stood up and said, "you are..."
Zhang Zheng felt guilty: "I was the student who posted the post. At that time, I only thought about myself for fun, but I didn't care so much. I didn't know my mistake until I listened to your teachings. I'm sorry to trouble you. I'm really sorry... Teacher? Teacher, why did you... Cry..."
Teacher Ye's lips were trembling. He came forward, hugged Zhang Zheng hard, patted Zhang Zheng on the back and said, "good... Good boy!"
He thought he was wrong. He thought what he had insisted on for half a lifetime was wrong, but the child stood up and let him know that he was not a different kind and that someone could understand him.
Zhang Zheng was startled: "teacher..."
To tell the truth, Zhang Zheng was very confused when he came to apologize. After all, he thought Mr. Ye was an old and stubborn strange old man, but he didn't expect to be a middle-aged man, and he didn't seem to be as terrible as he thought.
Zhang Zheng looked around. After reading it once, he was silent.
It is completely decorated in the last century. The ground is even a simple cement ground. The tables and sofas have long been painted off. The windows of the balcony are pasted with simple flower paper, which is completely unlike the place where modern people live.
"Mr. Ye..." Zhang Zheng couldn't help but say, "you've worked hard..."
He learned that ye Qingzhu is a really talented and powerful teacher, but he has always been very unknown.
Ye Qingzhu wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "it's not hard, I..."
"Ye! Get out of here! Hurry up!"
In fact, ye Qingzhu is still waiting for work time at school.He looked down at the teaching plan. His hair on his temples was a little gray.He is nearly 40 this year. According to his academic achievements and qualifications, it is more than enough to be a professor. However, he is stubborn and unwilling to give gifts and ask for help anyway. As a result, his promotion opportunities have been robbed by other related customers.Because of this, when he saw a student paying for a mentor on the forum, he hated to preach. In the final analysis, it was also for himself.Seeing the student's sincere statement, ye Qingzhu was very satisfied. As for the students who had been abusing him to settle accounts with him... That's it. Anyway, I've been used to it for a long time.Suddenly, someone in the office pushed the door and came in. It was Mr. Liu. He came in and received a cup of hot water and said slowly: "Lao ye, it's you who deleted the posts forced by the rich second generation students on the forum. The name and ID have been written down by the students. You're really chasing after you by posting Posts alone. Who can't force a rich second generation? People are so rich. Do you dare to compete with him? Alas, die hard."Ye Qingzhu said faintly, "how did I force him? It is obviously that he realized his mistake and took the initiative to delete the post himself.""You're still so old-fashioned." Teacher Liu sighed. "People have money and are willing to spend money to find guidance. There's no problem."And Mr. Liu has applied for the chance to be a political tutor. This is a million.Ye Qingzhu frowned: "but...""You are still too old-fashioned." Teacher Liu said firmly, "you will offend people like this. Do you know? Be a man, be smooth.""They are students, we are teachers...""Again and again, you." Teacher Liu tut Tut, "you have provoked the rich second generation of others, and they fired you when they were unhappy. What do you do?"Ye Qingzhu was silent, and the tip of his finger holding the pen had turned white."Do it yourself."With that, Mr. Liu left with a thermos cup.Ye Qingzhu gritted his teeth and said nothing. After a while, the leader's messages came one by one."Mr. Ye, isn't it bad for you to antagonize students in public?""That's a rich second generation. If people investigate it, the school can't afford it.""Do it yourself. There's no way for the school. By the way, put aside your rating this year and avoid the limelight first."Ye Qingzhu doesn't have to look down to know what is said below. Undoubtedly, he wants to give the opportunity to young people. He can wait any longer and let himself understand the school.Ye Qingzhu got up, randomly packed the books into the advertising handbag sent by the hospital, and left the school directly.Someone saw it, but no one stopped it. Why stop that old-fashioned freak?On the way, ye Qingzhu was angry and disappointed.Is... Is he really so old-fashioned? Is everything he does... Wrong.Walking into the familiar old community, ye Qingzhu saw a pile of sundries at the door of the unit building before he went upstairs."This is..." Ye Qingzhu looked carefully and was shocked.This is the paper box and empty bottle that my wife usually arranges. There are pictures painted by my daughter on it. They are stacked neatly at the door of my house. Who threw all these things down?Ye Qingzhu hurried upstairs.The old iron gate has been kicked. I can't see what it looks like.Mrs. Ye squatted at the door and cried low."What's the matter?" Ye Qingzhu came forward carefully and said, "what happened?"Mrs. Ye quickly wiped away her tears and said, "it's all right. There are several children. Come here... After playing for a while, the noise is a little big."How could the footprints on the guard door be caused by children? Ye Qingzhu's heart is like a knife: "I'm sorry... It's all my fault..."Ye Qingzhu told the whole story of what happened today. Mrs. Ye smiled gently and said, "it's all right. I don't blame you. How can I blame you?"Ye Qingzhu said dejectedly, "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."Mrs. Ye gently helped Ye Qingzhu into the room and said, "what are you talking about? Come in. I'll cook. I'll change the door tomorrow. I just think our door is too broken. Do you think so? OK, don't feel guilty."In the room, the little girl sat on the ground with her knees in her arms, her shoulders shaking all the time.Ye Qingzhu came forward and said, "Nan Nan...""I hate you!" the girl suddenly stood up and cried, "they say you are a monster! Say you are poor! You have nothing! Why should I be bullied! I hate you! I don't want you to be my father!"Ye Qingzhu gave a meal, and the tips of his fingers trembled: "Nan Nan..."The girl strode out, leaving only a distant cry."Let her go." Mrs. Ye sighed. "You know her character. Go and play with the little girl in the next building for a while. I'll call Uncle Wang and ask him to watch the gate and don't let the girl run out."The community is small. In addition to amusement facilities, it is a narrow gate. It is not afraid that children will run out."Let our father and daughter calm down." Ye Qingzhu sat down on the wooden sofa, his fingers deep into his hair."That..."Zhang Zheng stood at the door at a loss: "excuse me, is this Mr. Ye's home?"He really wanted to knock, but there was no door for him.Ye Qingzhu raised his eyes, looked at him tired and said, "well, I am. What's the matter?"Zhang Zheng strode forward, bowed to Ye Qingzhu and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye! I'm the student who posted the post! I'm really sorry for causing you trouble!"Teacher Ye was stunned, slowly stood up and said, "you are..."Zhang Zheng felt guilty: "I was the student who posted the post. At that time, I only thought about myself for fun, but I didn't care so much. I didn't know my mistake until I listened to your teachings. I'm sorry to trouble you. I'm really sorry... Teacher? Teacher, why did you... Cry..."Teacher Ye's lips were trembling. He came forward, hugged Zhang Zheng hard, patted Zhang Zheng on the back and said, "good... Good boy!"He thought he was wrong. He thought what he had insisted on for half a lifetime was wrong, but the child stood up and let him know that he was not a different kind and that someone could understand him.Zhang Zheng was startled: "teacher..."To tell the truth, Zhang Zheng was very confused when he came to apologize. After all, he thought Mr. Ye was an old and stubborn strange old man, but he didn't expect to be a middle-aged man, and he didn't seem to be as terrible as he thought.Zhang Zheng looked around. After reading it once, he was silent.It is completely decorated in the last century. The ground is even a simple cement ground. The tables and sofas have long been painted off. The windows of the balcony are pasted with simple flower paper, which is completely unlike the place where modern people live."Mr. Ye..." Zhang Zheng couldn't help but say, "you've worked hard..."He learned that ye Qingzhu is a really talented and powerful teacher, but he has always been very unknown.Ye Qingzhu wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "it's not hard, I...""Ye! Get out of here! Hurry up!"
