Following Chen Jianguo, Zhang and his party walked on the campus of Hanjiaji Primary School and headed towards the fourth-grade regional classroom.
Along the way, the flower beds were full of holly, and there were pine trees with pine cones hanging from their branches.
The classrooms are the same as Zhaojiacun Primary School. They are rows of old-fashioned red brick and blue tile buildings. Through the window glass, you can see the students sitting in each classroom.
Likewise, people inside the classroom can see people outside.
So when Chen Jianguo came with Zhang and his party, many people paid attention to them.
The head teachers of almost every class stopped their opening speeches and stared at the primary school student carrying a backpack outside.
This is Luocheng’s proud Zhang and his party!
Which teacher doesn't want him to be his student.
This is something I can be proud of for a lifetime!
Passing by Class 1 of the fourth grade, the class teacher sighed, and Liu Bo, a student of Class 1, was very disappointed.
Passing by Class 2 of the fourth grade, the teacher of Class 2 sighed. Zhao Jinmai, a student of Class 2, was very disappointed.
Zhang and his party finally walked into Class 3 of the fourth grade. The head teachers of Class 4, Class 5 and Class 6 were sighing, while Zhang Xiuxiu, a student from Class 6, breathed a sigh of relief.
The third class teacher is named Cui Bing. He is in his forties. He is thin and has gray hair on his temples.
Cui Bing was also a little excited when he saw the principal leading Zhang and his party into the classroom.
What teacher doesn't like good students?
Zhang and his party were also a little excited when they saw Cui Bing.
I fell in love with writing because of Teacher Cui Bing. It was also under his influence that Zhang Yixing submitted a manuscript for the first time, but the submission experience was not very pleasant.
Teacher Cui Bing has an elegant appearance and is kind to the students. His classmates secretly call him Chubing, but he has too many homework assignments.
But this was also the norm for teachers at the time.
Until I encountered an essay topic in an exam, "Teacher, I want to tell you."
Zhang Yixing wrote in his essay that he hoped the teacher would stop assigning so many homeworks. Teacher Cui read it as a model essay in class.
His original intention was to hope that the students should write true feelings in their compositions, but the result was the opposite.
After rewriting this essay again, the whole class criticized him for assigning too many homework assignments in every essay. He was so angry that he took several days off to fix it.
But after that, the amount of homework he assigned decreased a bit, but it was still enough to write one line until eleven o'clock in the evening.
In addition, he had to help Zhang Xiuxiu with his homework, so Zhang and his party often had to stay up until one or two o'clock in the night before going to bed.
His mother stayed with him until one or two o'clock.
Later, after graduation, Zhang and his party went back to Hanjiaji Primary School once, and Cui Bing had already left by that time.
Later, Zhang and his party heard from a classmate that Teacher Cui died of lung cancer, but the classmate also heard what others said and didn't know whether it was true or false.
Chen Jianguo walked into the classroom and said to Cui Bing: "Teacher Cui, Zhang Yixing will be your student from now on. Please take care of yourself!"
Cui Bing nodded happily, "Don't worry, principal."
He then said to Zhang Yixin who was standing next to Chen Jianguo: "Classmate Yixin, please introduce yourself to everyone!"
Zhang Yixing stood facing the whole class and said, "Hello, classmates, my name is Zhang Yixing. From now on, we will be classmates, learn from each other and help each other!"
The students in the class applauded and welcomed while whispering:
"Zhang Yixing!"
"Who is he?"
"A very famous one, the one who sells repeaters!"
"My classmate, we used to be in the same class!"
“There are big pictures of him all over the city!”
Chen Jianguo looked at the packed classroom and whispered to Cui Bing, "Let Zhang and his party adjust their positions in a while!"
Cui Bing was about to agree when he suddenly heard Zhang Yixing say, "No, if there is room, I will sit there!"
Following the direction of Zhang's fingers, all the students in the class looked at a girl huddled in the back corner, with a cane leaning against the wall.
Cui Bing wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He was worried that Zhang and his party would regret it and hurt the girl's self-esteem.
This girl's name is Wang Zhenzhen, she is disabled, her calf has been broken since she was a child, and the smell of Chinese medicine on her body is very strong and pungent. No one wants to be her roommate.
Cui Bing also forcibly arranged for two tablemates, but in the end he still failed unless suppressed by force.
Wang Zhenzhen also knew that she smelled bad, so her desk was separated from the front row by a good distance, a full meter, as if she was forced to sit at the back, like an isolated island.
Cui Bing couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't that he wanted to put Wang Zhenzhen behind, but the smell of medicine on her body was too strong. The girl who had just been assigned to sit at the same table for her couldn't bear it and retched.
Moreover, Wang Zhenzhen is very tall. If he sits in front, the students behind him will be blocked.
He is in trouble too!
Facing the strange looks of the whole class, Zhang and his party walked straight to the last row of the classroom. He smiled at Wang Zhenzhen and said, "Hello, from now on we will all be at the same table, help each other!"
Wang Zhenzhen raised his head and glanced at Zhang Yixin in surprise, then quickly lowered his head and shrank toward the wall without speaking.
Zhang Yixing remembered this classmate, after all, he had met a classmate with a physical disability in his life.
Wang Zhenzhen dropped out of school after attending elementary school in Hanjiaji. Those two years of schooling seemed unpleasant to her.
Because of her disability and the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, few people come near her to play with her, but her grades are very good, and many people want to copy her homework.
Later, Zhang Yixing got mustard on his face, which is mumps. He stuck a cactus at home to treat the disease. He missed homework for nearly a month. When he came back, the teacher arranged for Wang Zhenzhen to make up lessons for him.
At the class party on the day of the sixth grade graduation, Wang Zhenzhen mustered up the courage to sing a song "The Rain Keeps Falling", and the whole class was stunned.
Only then did everyone realize that they seemed to have been ignoring this classmate, but unfortunately he had already graduated.
After junior high school, no one saw her again.
During that time, everyone always talked about Wang Zhenzhen when they got together, and regretted not showing her more kindness at that time.
In fact, the students don't hate Wang Zhenzhen's disability. Most of them sympathize with her. The main reason is that the smell of traditional Chinese medicine on her body is too strong. If she is close, it feels a bit choking. This is what leads to her isolation. root cause.
Chen Jianguo saw Zhang and his party running directly to the back and sitting down. He didn't know what to do. He thought it was better to respect Zhang and his party's choice.
Zhang Yixing didn't even frown after sitting down. Cui Bing couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want any students to be isolated, but he didn't want to force students. Zhang Yixing's choice solved the problem for him.
After Zhang and his party sat down in their seats, they immediately began to talk in a low voice.
"Hello what is your name?"
"Why are not you talking?"
"Why are you so tall? Do you eat meat every day?"
Maybe he was annoyed by Zhang and his entourage, so Wang Zhenzhen finally replied carefully and begged: "Yes~ I'm sorry, I want to listen to the class carefully, is the teacher looking here?"
Zhang Yixing smiled and said, "Okay!"
After that, Zhang Yixing took a pencil and drew on the homework book, "My deskmate, help me watch the teacher!"
Wang Zhenzhen was immediately frightened, and was afraid that his deskmate would be angry.
But she found it very strange. She had never had a deskmate before.
"My deskmate, stop drawing, the teacher is looking at you!"
Hearing that Wang Zhenzhen's voice was trembling with fear, Zhang Yixin laughed.
This is like a normal child!
