The next day, Hu Peng was also going to send the new teacher training lesson plan for that week to Guan Mei. Unexpectedly, Guan Mei replied coldly on WeChat, "The new teacher training will be in charge of Teacher Li Ziliang from Sumichuan Experimental Primary School starting this week. "
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Hu Peng edited a message and wanted to send it to Guan Mei. He thought about it and deleted it. Maybe he did something wrong.
Thinking of this, Hu Peng read the lesson plan again and found nothing wrong. After the new teacher training class two weeks ago, Guan Mei praised him and said that he performed well. She also specifically mentioned that this training can I can't get enough votes for him. Guan Mei also winked at Hu Peng. Hu Peng felt that he was almost certain to win the honor of outstanding young teacher.
Not only Guan Mei's attitude, but also Principal Huang Junyao, who is in charge of teaching, also hinted that although something happened to Far Bei, Hu Peng's participation in the selection of outstanding young teachers this time can be regarded as earning a lot of face for Far Bei.
Hu Peng opened the online selection applet and just glanced at it. There was no need to compare the votes now. He was already ahead by more than 20,000.
This week is the time for the results to come out. Maybe the final results have already been announced, but they will not be announced until next week.
But Guan Mei's attitude is really strange.
Doesn't it need to be discussed with Hu Peng in advance about temporarily changing assistant coaches? He even had lesson plans ready.
During lunch, Hu Peng met the principal in the cafeteria. Just as he was about to say hello, the principal seemed to turn around and walk away on purpose.
On Tuesday night, Hu Peng lay on the sofa, turned off the station, and opened the reading software to read for a while. Usually on Tuesday nights, there are always people in the new teacher training group asking questions about this week's homework. Today, it was like a dead group. Again, no one spoke.
Hu Peng felt inexplicably irritable because the world was too quiet, and he felt very panicked.
He sent a message to Li Nan, but after ten minutes there was still no reply. Then he remembered that Li Nan might be in Europe or somewhere, and there was a time difference between the two.
Hu Peng looked at the time and guessed that Li Nan might be sleeping and it was normal not to reply to the message.
The biggest trouble in a person's life is this kind of loneliness. Once the world becomes quiet, silence becomes the biggest noise.
Suddenly Hu Peng began to worry again.
Since calling the police, the worry of suspecting that the door was not locked has basically disappeared from Hu Peng's world, but now, a strange thought suddenly broke into Hu Peng's mind.
Could it be that a thief has been in the room all along?
This thought was too outrageous. The door was locked and the window had no sign of being opened. How could a thief come in?
But there is no way to prove that no thief came in.
He could sit in the living room for a while, then rest in the bedroom, or even take a shower in the bathroom, but he could erase all traces.
Isn't that what Li Nan can do? That guy can keep everything the same for several years. Even the angle of a hair or the sitting mark on the sofa. People like Li Nan can do it in every detail. The bad ones stay as they are.
However, he still moved in that space.
Oh my god~
Hu Peng's head was about to explode, and it was easier to explode than when he first became obsessed with locking the door.
At that time, he was still curious about why he was always worried that the door was unlocked, and whether there was something wrong with his memory.
Regarding the matter of repeatedly checking and locking the door, he was also eager to find countermeasures. For example, he bought three cameras after listening to Muchun's words and pointed them at every corner of the house. He also asked the police to come to the door to take a look and let them know. Li Nan, help me pay attention.
But now, Hu Peng became impatient. He didn't even want to think about such boring questions for a minute, but the boring questions didn't want to let him go for half a minute.
Hu Peng nestled on the sofa, but his mind turned around the room several times.
If the thief was careful enough to leave no trace, and I'm not the kind of person who pays attention to details all day long, I won't check to see if things are where they are when I get home.
Even if the items are in their original places, that doesn't prove that a thief didn't put them back in their original places.
If you have to do it, it's not impossible.
Speaking of which, it seems that the book under the coffee table is placed upside down. It should have the cover facing up. How come this book has the back cover facing up?
Thinking of this, Hu Peng jumped up, and many scenes in spies flashed through his mind. He turned off all the things, used a flashlight to check the dust pattern, and sprinkled a handful of flour at the door of the room to see if anyone had come in.
These methods may seem clumsy or even not advanced enough, but just like no matter how advanced the technology is, there will always be people buying magnifying glasses, clumsy and mechanical methods are always useful.
Hu Peng turned off the lights in the living room, closed the bedroom door, tightened the balcony curtains, and closed the sliding door of the dining room.
After he could barely see his fingers, Hu Peng lay on the ground, took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight mode, and read for a long time the book "Twinkle in the Moonlight" under the coffee table. What made Hu Peng slightly happy was that this book The back cover is black, and under the illumination of a white flashlight, the dust on the surface of the black cover is clearer.
As long as the dust is evenly distributed, it means no one has touched it.
It has been more than a month since I read this book. Because it is a new book published by a teacher in the teaching and research group this year, I gave everyone a copy. Hu Peng unpacked it, asked his colleagues to sign it, and then read part of it. I put it casually under the coffee table. I have been busy writing lesson plans recently and didn't think of reading it.
It's impossible to live without dust.
Before Hu Peng had time to be happy with his wit for a few seconds, a uniform layer of dust was densely packed from top to bottom, which looked really comfortable. However, when he reached two-thirds of the way, the black back cover suddenly disappeared, and Hu Peng saw a pink girdle in front of him.
It says on the girdle
Pink girdle, green Chinese characters, the dust on it is hard to see clearly.
Despair is like finding a mouse's nest made of paper towels behind a bookcase.
Hu Peng was angry and confused, and he felt more and more that someone must have been at home.
After finally standing up from the ground, Hu Peng turned on the lights in the room again. After thinking about it, he turned off all the lights. Since there was no clear result from checking this book, let's check more places, under the coffee table. Dust, fallen hair on the carpet, and maybe a thief's hair on the bed too.
On Wednesday morning, Muchun was only going to work for Lao Qian after sitting in the hospital for two hours. Unexpectedly, he was so lucky that he received his first patient at eight o'clock.
