The old teacher laughed. He did not respond to the man's question, but asked coldly, "What's your name again?"
"Cheng Xiaoshu." The girl's answer was loud and clear.
"Okay, okay..." the old teacher nodded. After writing the name, he looked up again, "...you also go out with her."
"You have no right-"
"Is there anyone who doesn't want to continue listening to this class?" The old teacher's voice rose again, "Stand up and let me see——"
Before he finished speaking, two girls with ponytails in the middle of the second row had already stood up at the same time. They put away their papers and pens with expressionless faces. Every movement caused a huge noise on the table and the ground.
Hesta recognized them. They were the two people who changed seats at noon because they were dissatisfied with the sound of basketball.
"you two--"
"You don't need to ask what our names are," the short one of the two girls gave the old teacher a cold look, "we will cancel the class when we get back today, and we will never set foot in your classroom again."
The old teacher laughed angrily, "Okay, very good -"
At this time, the four or five girls sitting in the middle of the classroom also stood up - the students who stood up one after another seemed to form a chain reaction. Someone in the back row of the classroom was already carrying a bag and swaggering out of the door of the lecture theater... The whole classroom suddenly became chaotic and noisy. In just a few minutes, more than a dozen students got up and left.
Although Hesta still did not fully understand what was happening in front of her, when things came to this point, she also realized that she could no longer stay in this seat and continued to ask the teacher why she drove her away.
Under the gaze of everyone, Hesta stood up last.
She silently packed up all the stationery, put on her schoolbag, and took off the large bag of sanitary napkins from the storage hook.
"I fully respect your right to dispose of the classroom," Hestad looked at the man on the podium and spoke calmly in common language, "But for what happened today, I will send an email complaint to the principal's mailbox and the school supervision team. At that time, You have to give me an explanation."
The old teacher said nothing, just stared at Hesta's back until she completely disappeared from sight.
"Okay, continue with class."
…
When she opened the door and walked out of the classroom, Hesta was still in a low mood - compared with the indignant classmates just now, what was lingering in her mind was more confusion. She had no idea what happened today. How did the disaster caused by the inexplicable laughter of a few boys end up burning him?
But when she took a few steps forward and turned a corner, she found that about half of the dozen or so people who had left had not left. They were standing in the corridor chatting at the same time. When they saw Hesta, everyone's conversation changed. Then stopped.
"Are you okay?" One of them walked towards her quickly, "Are you okay?"
Hesta looked at the person in front of her. Generally speaking, it was impossible for her to remember the names of people in District 14 at once, but strangely, she remembered the girl sitting in the back row: Cheng Xiaoshu.
Although she didn't know the specific words... the pronunciation impressed her deeply.
Behind Cheng Xiaoshu, the eyes of several girls also fell on Hesta. But Hesta suddenly didn't know what to say - although everything that happened in the classroom today was an unreasonable disaster, these people took the initiative to get involved and supported her with their actions.
"...Of course it's okay," Hesta replied seriously, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," she pointed to Hesta's bag curiously, "Why did you buy so many sanitary napkins? Did you bring them for your roommate?"
"I'm not sure..." Hestad paused for a moment, then switched to common language, "These models."
"Don't know the model number?...How come you don't know your model number?"
"I use tampons more often," Hesta replied, "but they don't seem to be available in supermarkets."
"Tampons..." Cheng Xiaoshu understood, "I've heard people talk about it many times... saying that it's okay to wear it to the swimming pool during menstruation?"
"I don't know," Hesta looked at her, "I haven't been to the pool during my period."
Hesta's serious look made Cheng Xiaoshu laugh again, and she responded with a smile, "Okay... it's not important. What did you say your name was, Jane?"
Hesta nodded.
"You should be fine next, right?"
"Yes."
"What do you say?" Cheng Xiaoshu turned back to everyone, "Let's sit somewhere and get to know each other?"
Several people readily agreed.
They chatted and came to the nearby lawn. Everyone sat on the ground and immersed themselves in the warm afternoon sun. One of them suddenly remembered something, opened his schoolbag, took out many packaged shell cakes, and distributed them to everyone in turn. The girls took them with smiles and thanked them one after another.
"Today is really unlucky," one person said while chewing. "I thought it would be Mr. Chen Beiyi and Mr. Chen who came to class today, but it turned out to be this bad old man - what's going on? Didn't he say last week that he and Mr. Chen would take turns taking this class? Of?"
The other person opened his eyes wide: "Did you also choose this course for Teacher Chen?"
"Those who take the initiative to choose this course should probably come for Teacher Chen," someone took over, "Didn't you say that she will retire next year?"
"Yes, I just took the class after hearing about it..."
"Even if Teacher Chen retires, the school will probably re-employ him in the future."
"Who knows, Teacher Chen's legs and feet have been bad recently, and she may not be able to schedule classes in the future," one person sighed, "I met her in the family area last week and found that she was sitting in a wheelchair-"
"Huh? It's already reached this point?"
"It's not disabled, it's probably just inconvenient." The girl said quickly, "Yesterday I saw her standing waiting for the elevator in Wenhui Building, and I even said hello to her."
After everyone else heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's a pity. Anyway, I have to drop out of this course... Do you want to drop out?"
"Quit." Another person said, "I plan to go to Teacher Chen's office later to ask her about her class schedule. Then when it is her turn, she can just go and take classes. In the end, she will only earn two fewer credits this semester. , I’ll make up for it by choosing something else next semester.”
Everyone responded to each other until Hesta.
"Do I have to drop out of class?" Hesta asked.
"Of course it's okay not to retreat," the girl sitting next to her looked at her, "but that old man will definitely make things difficult for you next. You are only a freshman this year, why bother getting a low score from him?"
Hesta lowered her head and took out her notebook from her schoolbag, and found an address.
"The Teacher Chen you just talked about is the 'Teacher Chen' in this office?"
"...Yes, this is Teacher Chen Beiyi."
Hesta closed the notebook and said, "In a moment, I will go with you."
(End of chapter)
