Three days later.
In the afternoon.
Xie Weizhou came out of home after lunch.
He lives in a forest community just a few minutes' walk from an elite middle school. Driving is too troublesome. Walking is a bit difficult for someone his age, so he bought a bicycle and rode it to stretch his muscles. , and it takes no effort.
He rode faster today. It should be said that he had been riding faster these past few days because he was very annoyed. The public opinion caused by Lin Yue, instead of being diluted by time, intensified. The reason for this was that he thought it was because of that song. A popular pop song can have an impact on the public for more than half a year. As for an outrageous social incident, its popularity subsides in ten and a half months. The problem now is that this song is linked to the self-censorship incident. As long as When someone sings it, it reminds the listeners not to forget the high school student who dared to resist injustice, and not to forget the "elite high school" whose name even has some skewed views.
Shhh…
With a whistle, the traffic warden flashed a red flag, pedestrians at the intersection were stopped, and traffic began to pass in the middle.
Xie Weizhou also stopped and put one foot on the ground to support the bicycle.
At this time, a group of children in school uniforms came over, all carrying schoolbags and holding small flags. Next to them was a woman in her thirties wearing glasses. They should be children in the afternoon nursery class who were led by their teachers to go to school.
For Xie Weizhou, it doesn't matter where these children come from or where they go. What matters is the songs they hum together.
"Go, are you worthy of this tattered cloak?"
"Fight, fight, with the humblest dream."
"To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night."
"Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?"
"..."
The lonely brave man.
Another lone warrior.
The singing that others smiled at, penetrated into his ears, but it hurt like needles.
When he cast a disgusted look at the group of children, he aroused the hostility of the two nearby men. But gradually, the hostility turned into confusion and then into surprise. There was a strange light in his eyes, as if he recognized them. revealed his identity.
Shhh…
When the traffic warden blew the whistle again, he was more active than those riding electric bicycles and rushed out first.
To be precise, he ran away because he was afraid that the two men who recognized him would point at him and say, "Look, that's the principal of the elite high school."
Now that things have happened, he is no longer a street rat, and his treatment is almost the same.
Five minutes later, Xie Weizhou came to the school.
The situation in the past few days was completely different from before. Teachers from all grades began to avoid him. They would just say hello to each other in the corridor, which seemed to indicate a clear boundary. Judging from his life experience, he was far away from everyone. If we push this step, I'm afraid it won't be far away.
"Teacher Su, can you teach a class for me later? I'm from Class 10."
"Class 10? Teacher Li, this afternoon... I remember you are in Class 8, right?"
"Teacher Wei called just now and asked me to cover a class for her. I agreed, but something happened at home and I have to deal with it immediately, so I have no choice but to ask you for help."
"What's going on with Teacher Wei these days?"
"Don't mention it. On the day Lin Yue was fired, didn't she deliver it to the door? She broke that guy's wood carving and was asked to pay for it. If she didn't pay, she would sue him to the court. She didn't need to bring a lawyer to negotiate."
"How much can a piece of wood carving cost?"
"I heard that the price given by the appraisal company is 120,000."
"The wood carvings made by a child are worth hundreds of thousands? Why doesn't he snatch them? Is there something fishy in this?"
"I don't know. Anyway, Teacher Wei has been tortured a lot these days."
"Not only Teacher Wei, but also our principal, I think life will not be easy. Yesterday, my relatives in the Northeast called me and asked me if the elite high school you work in is very popular recently. that?"
"My relative is more realistic. In the first two months, he pestered me to ask if there were any vacancies in elite schools. If there were any places, he would be notified immediately. After that kid was expelled, I quickly called my relatives to inform them. They were very happy at that time. Now Guess what, just say I won’t consider it.”
Xie Weizhou had originally slowed down his pace, but when he heard this he couldn't bear it any longer and walked out of the corner with a cold snort. When the two teachers in front saw it was him, their expressions suddenly changed. They called the principal and hurried away.
Jingle Bell……
When the school bell rang, he also came to the principal's office, stood in front of the window for a while, took out his mobile phone and dialed Tang Yuanming's number.
"Hello, Teacher Tang? How are things going?"
It had been three or four days since he drove Tang Yuanming home. After that, not only did he not receive any contact, but there was no clarification video at all. The matter only got worse and worse, and he was under a lot of pressure.
then what should we do? When public opinion put pressure on him, he put pressure on Tang Yuanming.
"It can't be done."
"Can't do it?" Xie Weizhou was stunned. He didn't expect Tang Yuanming to speak so hastily.
"Thank you, principal. I can't help you with persuading Lin Yuefa to clarify the video."
"You understand, you are not helping me, you are helping yourself."
"If you mean work, I can apply to the Education Bureau for transfer to another school."
Xie Weizhou was angered by this tough reply, but Tang Yuanming didn't give him a chance to continue talking and directly pressed the hang up button.
Toot toot…
Listening to the electronic busy tone coming from the loudspeaker, Xie Weizhou's face turned red with anger and his chest heaved violently.
Ding ding ding dong...
At this moment, his cell phone rang. He thought it was Tang Yuanming, so without much thought he pressed the connect button and put it to his ear.
"Hey, are you Principal Xie from the elite middle school?"
This voice... is very strange, it is not Tang Yuanming.
"Yes, it's me. What do you want from me?"
"Oh, I am a designer from Zhongxing Redwood Furniture Factory in Dongyang City. I would like to ask you for help. Give me the contact information of the parents of the student who was just expelled from your school."
When Lin Yue's parents' contact information was demanded from him, Xie Weizhou thought he had been humiliated and said angrily: "Where did you find my contact information?"
After asking this question, I felt that the conversation was meaningless, so I hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to answer.
Lin Yue, Lin Yue, Lin Yue, they are all Lin Yue, wouldn't they just expel a student? The result is like poking a hornet's nest, annoying to death.
Ding ding ding dong...
At this time, the phone rang again. It was different from the last time. He picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was an unfamiliar number. He thought it was the person who just changed his phone and pressed the connect button. He couldn't help but get angry.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know his parents' numbers! Stop calling!"
"..."
"Director Tong of the Education Bureau? Sorry, there was a harassing phone call just now."
"..."
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
Xie Weizhou lost the momentum he had just now, like a dry old monkey who was expelled from the monkey group. Finally, the superior department couldn't stand the public opinion trend on the Internet and wanted to interview him.
…
Two days later.
Lin Yue was sitting on a bench in the park, with half a kilogram of wheat in a plastic bag next to him. In front of him were a dozen pigeons, cooing, pecking at the wheat grains scattered on the ground, occasionally raising their heads to look at a few. Looking sideways at the little girl on the pavement opposite - I don't know if it's because of fear, or because the adults don't want her to disturb this harmonious scene, the little girl just holds the adults' hands and stops to watch from a distance.
However, this scene was still broken. The pigeon flapped its wings and flew into the sky. There were a few more feathers on the ground, some gray and some white.
Lin Yue frowned and squinted at the uninvited guest who disturbed the pigeons.
"Tang Yuanming told you I was here?"
Xie Weizhou said: "That's right."
Lin Yue said: "Then you are here to seek peace? Let me guess, were you interviewed by the leaders of the Education Bureau? Couldn't bear the pressure and had to go to the door to apologize in person?"
All right.
It was indeed the leader of the Education Bureau who asked him to come to Lin Yue because the matter was too big. The city was suppressing education, education was suppressing the district education bureau, and the district education bureau was suppressing him and letting him wipe his own butt.
"I warn you, don't go too far." Xie Weizhou said: "What do you think will be the result of being on TV? When the heat is over and people forget your name and the things you have done, do you think there are still schools that want you? "
Lin Yue looked at him with a mocking look: "My current grades are the last in the elite middle school. I have not been able to pass in three years of high school, so I will just study in a junior college. After I come out, let alone enter a big factory to take the civil service examination, I will be able to work in screws." All technicians in the factory are good, with a salary of 5,000 to 6,000 yuan a month? Then do you know that a mahogany furniture factory in Dongyang called me yesterday and offered me what conditions? Help me contact the best local school to support me in taking the Zhejiang Academy of Fine Arts exams. hospital, and give me a monthly salary during this period."
"..."
Xie Weizhou knew that he was not lying, because two days ago a furniture company in Dongyang did call and ask for the contact information of Lin Yue's parents.
"If you give up, you should act like you are giving up." Lin Yue handed over the plastic bag beside him: "Take it to the little girl over there."
"you……"
Xie Weizhou was furious. You must know that he is the head of a school. In an elite middle school, he was an absolute local emperor. Now he is being bossed around by a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. This tone...can't be swallowed no matter what.
"Let me tell you, I will retire in three years. What do you think I have to be afraid of? The worst I can do is quit being the principal."
"Do you think it will be over if you don't become the principal?" Lin Yue said: "The stone statue of Qin Hui kneels in front of Yue Fei Temple, but it has been spat on for hundreds of years. Have you heard the song "The Lonely Warrior"? I am very I want to know who wrote this song, and I have been trying to contact its author, but there has been no progress. However, in the process, I discovered a very interesting phenomenon. This song is most popular among primary school students and junior high school students. What about you? Do you think the children who grew up singing this song will think of the injustice I suffered in this school when they apply for high school? And then vote with their feet? Xie Weizhou, you think I If I make things worse, no school will accept me, which means I will reap the consequences and lose the opportunity to study. Have you ever thought that the elite high school will lose high-quality students because of this? Ten or twenty years later, when it becomes a national The worst middle school in the district even no longer exists. When people talk about this, who will say that the elite middle school was destroyed at the hands of someone? I think... you weren't dead at that time, were you? If you want to go to see Yan with a bad reputation Your Majesty, I wish you more scenery on the road to Huangquan."
After hearing this narration, Xie Weizhou felt like his head was pounding and he was dumbfounded.
As a principal, what does he care about most? reputation! The school's reputation, his reputation, otherwise he wouldn't have made great efforts to recruit the top scorer in the high school entrance examination. But as Lin Yue said, if this matter is not handled properly, he is likely to be the sinner leading to the decline of elite high schools.
"So if you don't want to lose your reputation and affect your family, there is only one way, and that is to use a humble attitude to resolve the public's negative impression of elite schools, and end this farce with a relatively good result, such as inviting me back ." Lin Yue handed the plastic bag of wheat forward again: "Am I right? Mr. Principal."
Xie Weizhou didn't expect him to be so difficult to deal with, and he basically figured out his own thoughts.
"We will discuss terms when you come back."
Xie Weizhou glanced at the little girl not far away, and could only endure his discomfort and took the plastic bag, walked over and handed it to the little girl's mother, and then pointed to the boy sitting on the bench.
Lin Yue waved his hand, put his finger in his mouth and blew on it.
The whistle sounded.
The pigeons that had just been disturbed by Xie Weizhou and flew into the sky landed one by one next to the little girl. She was so happy that she clapped her hands and scattered the wheat grains given by the adults on the ground.
"Tell me, what do you want?"
Xie Weizhou looked at the young man on the opposite side who was much deeper than expected, and was ready to bargain.
Lin Yue stood up, touched his growling belly and said, "I'm hungry."
"you……"
"Write an examination first, something more profound."
"You... don't bully others too much."
Lin Yue glanced at him, smiled, and walked away.
…
on Monday.
The warm sunshine shines on every corner of the campus, making whispers lively, brightening the chase, and making you and me lazy in the classroom.
Lin Miaomiao sat in her seat, dragging her hands on her cheeks and looking at the blackboard in a daze.
"Mouse, what do you think it would be like if the radio station played "The Lonely Warrior" in the afternoon?"
Jiang Tianhao, who was racking his brains to think about math problems in front of him, froze, thinking that he heard wrongly, and turned around mechanically: "Lin Miaomiao, what did you say? Say it again."
Deng Xiaoqi also heard her whimsical words.
"Miaomiao, don't you want to stay at the radio station anymore?"
Even Qian Sanyi, who had always been calm and had the demeanor of a general who remained calm despite the collapse of a mountain, couldn't help but stop writing and look up, his face in a trance.
"I'm just telling you." Lin Miaomiao straightened up: "When I went home on the weekend, I looked online and saw that even the children in kindergarten were singing this song. It shouldn't be called a hit. It was a blast. As a person who has never Good students who hide their secrets, my damn desire to share is just about to come out, do you know?"
Deng Xiaoqi said harshly: "What's so nice to hear? It's so ugly."
Jiang Tianhao said: "If you play this song on the radio station, do you know what the end of the move is? You are so stupid."
Of course Lin Miaomiao knew the consequences of doing this. Not to mention how the principal would react, Liu Yang would have to chop her alive. Based on what Lin Yue did, "The Lonely Warrior" is a banned song in elite middle schools. Who can sing it? Who S13.
"I just had a sudden idea."
Deng Xiaoqi was about to speak when the class bell rang. The students who were moving in the corridor returned to the classroom one by one and sat back in their seats. She also kept her mouth shut, gave her best friend a look that gave her an unpleasant look, and opened her math textbook. , turned the book to the summary of powers and exponents in Chapter 3 to preview before class, and seemed very diligent.
Mathematics teacher Zhao Rongbao is their class teacher, and he must be more prestigious than teachers of other subjects.
The same goes for other students.
However, there were footsteps at the front door and a figure walked into the classroom. She thought it was Zhao Rongbao who had arrived. She looked up at the podium and was so surprised that she almost jumped up.
Lin Miaomiao held her myopia glasses in her hands and stared blankly at the visitor, speaking plausibly.
"No, no, no, it's impossible, it's not true."
Everyone's expression was "confused" in capital letters, because the person standing in front of the classroom was none other than Lin Yue, who had been expelled from school.
Why is he back?
Still running to the first grade of high school?
Jiang Tianhao's expression changed very quickly, from doubtful to gloomy in just two or three breaths.
Qian Sanyi picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, seemingly unconcerned, or perhaps he had already thought that things would change like this. After all, the pressure from public opinion was so great that it was possible for the principal to give in.
Lin Yue glanced around and spotted the seat next to the window. He walked over, put his schoolbag on the table, pointed to the last row and said, "You, go to the back."
Tian Xu was not bad in height, but he was very timid. He blinked at him for a while, then quickly lost his temper and ran away with his own things.
At this time, Zhao Rongbao also walked in from the outside. He originally wanted to help him arrange seats, but found that he had done it himself.
Snapped.
At this moment, Jiang Tianhao slammed the table and stood up, saying angrily: "Teacher Zhao, wasn't he expelled? Why should he come back to class?"
(End of chapter)
