Vol 2 Chapter 4026: naive

In their opinion, they can start with the teacher, maybe they really want to lick their pants.

A few children trembled, looking desperate and eagerly looking at their parents.

Ning Shu suddenly clap his hands. "Yes, that's how it looks. I like to watch it, and then despair."

Everyone:...

This is not a neuropathy, plus a change.

Even if I have been idle...

Isn’t his big aunt crazy?

There were a lot of people watching around, and several parents’ faces were sullen and decided to compromise. One person accompanied six hundred, four people, and there were also two thousand four hundred.

It’s almost Sun Hongying’s salary in the factory for a month.

Ning Shumei took the money and took the money. While the city spit and counted the money, he smiled and said to the four children: "You should not bully and have been idle, or I will come to you."

A few children were so scared that they were a little white, and they were more stunned and wanted to go back. They were caught by their father.

With so many people watching, they still have to be shameless.

They are exquisite porcelain, and the other side is rubble, which is not worth hard.

Several parents took the children to the ash and went away. Ning Shu was satisfied with the money and put it in the bag. He also took two bags. "This is worth it."

I used to whisper my mouth, and I was weak. I couldn’t say a word.

"Your teacher let you go home, then we go back to 8??, go back and take the bus, don't hurry." Ning Shu said.

Kong Beibei got out from behind the tree and looked at the back of the two people, his eyes fixed.

Ning Shu looked back at the direction of the school and always felt a hot gaze to look at them.

I used to open my mouth and asked, "What happened?"

Ning Shu shook his head: "It's okay, but I started playing your teacher. I am afraid that you are in school. However, you have money now. Do you want to change a school?"

I have been idle: "...It doesn't matter, she doesn't like it anyway, is it the same?"

Ning Shu asked: "Because your grades are not good."

I used to look at her. "Are you also looking at people with results?"

Ning Shu’s face was unremarkably disdainful, and he was erected with a middle finger. “Childish, ridiculous, superficial.”

"As a teacher, of course, I like good grades. The results are never linked to the character, but the score is your armor and chips."

"The grade does not represent the character, but the degree of effort of a person. The teacher does not like to be diligent and likes to be lazy. This is simply anti-human. Class. Okay?"

"If your grades are good, at least with those children, will your teacher be this attitude? At this time, your grades are your chips."

Hurtful hatred, complaining indignantly that the teacher likes good grades and uses grades to decide everything.

Sometimes I have to say that it is not the grade that determines everything, but that you do not have this chip.

When I was a child, my grades were chips, and when I grew up, money, work was a bargaining chip.

It is so cruel and realistic, there is no warmth.

Ning Shu looked up and down. "I am a teacher and I don't like you. It is equivalent to my work. I don't support my work at all. Let me deduct my salary and block people's financial roads like killing parents."

There is a disdain in her tone. "At this time, I want people to talk to you in a good voice. The saints can't do it."

Who says that teaching and educating people, but teachers are also human beings, not saints, ordinary people, mortals, and seven passions.

The teacher, first of all, is a profession, a career to support the family, and then is the aura brought by this profession.

I can't always ask the teacher to be like a saint because of this aura.

Have been idle: ...

The aunt’s speech is as harsh as ever, but this is not rough. If he has good grades and has this capital, the teacher will probably be tolerant.

Ning Shu reached out and took a lot of shots to the shoulders that had been idle. He mercilessly and vigorously squandered half of his body. "If you want to make yourself better, you have to have a handful of chips. You need a chip to get into trouble, or you can only get off the table."

"There is no chip, but it is also disappointing and bewildering at the table. It’s really disappointing to your teacher. You are the one who is not qualified to go to the table, and who is not interested."

Competition is ubiquitous, even in a calm school, how else can there be rankings?

"Do you understand, don't make trouble in the future, I am very busy with your uncle, busy making money to live, if you are so uninteresting, always make things..."

"I will hit you."

I have never known what I thought, and I used to refute the teacher’s words before, and used it to refute Ning Shu: "I am also wrong when I am bullied for no reason."

Ning Shu: "Of course it is not your fault, you are wrong to even have a stack of chips, so that the teacher has no preference for your chips."

"You go to sleep in class, sleep on exams, never study hard. Is this your fault, is it your fault, others forced you not to study hard?"

Ning Shu snorted, "The character is not put aside, but the person who works hard should be respected."

Have been idle: ...

Say, but said, but slipped away.

The two stood at the bus stop, and Ning Shu sat on the bench and held his own bag. He once knew that there was a huge sum of money.

Where I used to feel that Sun Hongying was disgusted, I suddenly felt a little pitiful and absurd.

It’s all for money, there’s nothing to survive, and you can’t calmly face it.

It’s so sulking, it’s disgusting, just because of survival.

I felt that I should not hold a hostile attitude towards Sun Hongying, but a kind of compassion. It is life that makes her become like this and what to care about.

When the bus arrived, I used to lean on the body to let Ning Shu get up first, and then lost two coins. He knew that the big aunt would not give it. A piece of money is not money!

After I got on the bus, he followed a white and tender little Gu Liang, and Xiao Guliang wore a green dress, full of youthful atmosphere.

She groped her body and didn't touch the money. She remembered that her little purse was not taken at school. She was blushing and didn't want to get off.

She blushes and says to herself: "Can you lend me a dollar?"

I once glanced at her and said, "Do not borrow."

Ning Shu glanced at the mushroom cold, as if he had suffered a big grievance, his eyes were red, and he looked incredulously.

Well, steel straight man.

But soon, Ning Shu discovered that this little girl had a muddy soul in her cool and tender body.

It stands to reason that the age of the mushroom is so cool that the soul will not become cloudy like this.

Seven emotions and six desires, all kinds of emotions, all kinds of emotions return the soul to be filthy and produce soul poison.