My students 1-3

As the homeroom teacher of Class 12, I was the first to know that Ms. Guo had cried 　　during the first period. After school,
I immediately called the culprit to my office.
Zhang Haoran stood calmly in front of me. I said in a stern voice, "Tell me
what you did during Ms. Guo's class this afternoon."
Zhang Haoran answered quickly, "I don't remember." "
Then let me remind you, you blew up a balloon."
Zhang Haoran scratched the back of his head and asked me, "And then?"
Seeing his nonchalant look, I was furious. "Bang!" I slammed my hand on the table angrily.
"You did it yourself, and now you're asking me about it."
Seeing that I was angry, he calmed down a bit and looked away.
"Do you think you can bully Ms. Guo because she's only been out of school for two years? That's why you're blowing up your stupid balloon and sending it flying around
the classroom ?" I paused, then continued, "Have a conscience. Do you know that Ms. Guo, because she
's young and feels inexperienced, often prepares lessons until midnight for your laughable grades, revising her lesson plans again and again
? And this is how you treat her?"
"This isn't the first time you've caused trouble in Ms. Guo's class. You've made a mess of the whole class.
Tell me, what exactly do you want?"
Zhang Haoran remained silent.
"Not going to talk, huh? Then transfer to another class. My class can't accommodate you anymore."
Zhang Haoran finally spoke: "I'm not transferring. My friends are all here."
I couldn't tolerate this student any longer. "This time it's not up to you. I'll talk to the principal right away.
Also, you have to apologize to Teacher Guo in person tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Go back and write a self-criticism of more than a thousand words, and get your parents' signature!"
"Teacher Li, aren't you making things difficult for me?"
"Making things difficult for you?" I wanted to hit him. "I'm going to see the self-criticism tomorrow anyway."
Looking at him standing there, I felt uncomfortable. "Go back and
tell your dad what you've done."
Zhang Haoran left without looking back after I let him go.
After he was gone, I got up to find the principal. On the way, I prepared a reason that the principal couldn't refuse.
When I arrived at the principal's office, thankfully he hadn't gone home yet.
Seeing me arrive, the principal asked, "Ms. Li, what's wrong?"
I sighed, found a chair, and sat down. "Nothing much, just about that
troublemaker ."
Principal Wang smiled and said, "What did he do this time?"
I said, "Today in Guo Fang's class, Zhang Haoran encouraged several students to blow up a balloon back and forth during her lesson.
Principal Wang, think about it, it was during class! A balloon was being blown around like that, and Guo Fang came back crying."
Principal Wang frowned. "That's too much. I'll call his dad later."
I said, "I have a request. Could you transfer Zhang Haoran to another class?" "I really can't handle him."
I continued, "Principal Wang, you know that although my class isn't the top in the regular school, it's still
among the best. I guarantee that at least one student from our class will get into a top-tier university, and a dozen or so will get into second-tier universities. But this Zhang
Haoran is getting more and more outrageous. The class is no longer like a high school classroom; it's more like a bustling market. All
the teachers have complained to me that the class discipline is getting worse and worse. More and more students are playing mobile games, reading novels, listening to music, and whispering . Now they're even blowing up balloons. If this continues, it'll be a miracle
if even one student gets into a second-tier university ." "Ms. Li, you're exaggerating." "Principal Wang, do I look like someone who likes to exaggerate?" "I understand how you feel. When I was still teaching, I would have had a headache if I had a student like this in my class. But if this student is transferred, who will he be transferred to?" "Class 17." I immediately suggested, "Mr. Liu is the best at dealing with these kinds of students. He has so many gangsters and hooligans , and nothing has ever happened to him." Principal Wang waved his hand, "No, no. Ms. Li, you are a teacher that our school is focusing on developing. You don't need to modest. Although you are young, your math teaching is indeed one of the best in our school. Giving you this homeroom teacher position is also to train you so that you can lead the top-performing class in the future." I interrupted Principal Wang, "How could there be such a student in the top-performing class? Principal Wang, you must help me with this, otherwise I really can't continue as the homeroom teacher. It's also helping all the students in our class; they are all promising talents." "Just hang in there a little longer." I had made up my mind and said firmly, "I really can't do this anymore, Principal Wang!" Principal Wang said in a deep voice, "Well then, I'll find someone to replace you." I was stunned, wondering if I had misheard. I stared straight at the principal. Principal Wang said, "I know dealing with Zhang Haoran was difficult for you. What I mean is, you shouldn't be the homeroom teacher of Class 12 anymore, and you shouldn't teach their math class anymore. This will lighten your burden so you can focus on teaching . Speaking of this year's top-performing class, it's truly full of hidden talents. You can take off the burden of being the homeroom teacher and teach them math properly." I was completely dumbfounded. I had confidently told Zhang Haoran that I would kick him out, but now it was me who was being kicked out. I could only sneer inwardly. Without saying a word, I stood up and turned to leave the principal's office. I didn't care what expression the principal had behind me. I was too angry to care anymore. When I got home, I opened the door and walked silently into the living room, but I accidentally kicked over the trash can, seeing fruit peels and leftover food staining the floor. A day of unpleasantness finally ignited my pent-up anger. I kicked the overturned trash can, sending it flying with a bang. The sound startled my wife, Gong Qin, who was cooking in the kitchen. "What happened?" she cried, rushing out to see the mess. "Li Yong, are you crazy ?" Noticing my erratic behavior, she approached me, asking with concern, "What's wrong?" Looking at her pretty face, I calmed down. Looking at my mess—the stench was overwhelming—I quickly apologized, "Qin, I really...I'm so sorry. I was just so angry, I lost control." I grabbed a broom from the kitchen and started sweeping. My wife grabbed my hand. "Don't sweep yet, tell me what happened." Just then, our six-year-old daughter, Li Jing, came out of her room and saw the trash. "Mommy, I didn't knock this over."

My wife walked over, laughing, and said, "Your stinky dad spilled this, doesn't it stink?"
My daughter said to me, "Daddy, I said it doesn't stink. Can I watch TV for an extra hour today?"
My daughter's teasing reassured me, and I completely calmed down. "Of course," I said.
My wife asked, "Jingjing, have you finished your homework?"
"Yes, I want to watch TV."
My wife pointed to the living room floor. "Look how dirty this is. Why don't you go back to your room and read some comics?"
"Sweetie, go back to your room first. We'll call you when we're done cleaning," I said from the side.
"Then hurry up, you two."
After getting rid of my daughter, my wife pulled me to sit on the sofa. "Tell me what happened."
Speaking of this, I couldn't help but sigh. Thinking back to my angry, abrupt departure from the principal's office,
was my future at No. 1 High School over?
"Remember that student I always mentioned?"
"The troublemaker you always talked about? What was his name again?"
"Zhang Haoran." I recounted everything that had happened this afternoon.
My wife was also very angry. She asked, "Who is Zhang Haoran's father?"
"Zhang Jinghai, the deputy county head in charge of education," I said slowly.
"No wonder he's so fearless," my wife said bitterly. "Zhang Jinghai is a deputy county head in charge of education, and his son
is such a scoundrel, yet he still has the nerve to continue working there."
"I've seen it all today."
"What are you going to do? Are you really not going to quit being a homeroom teacher?"
"I was prepared to go all out today," I smiled helplessly. "Unfortunately, the fish didn't die, but my net broke;
Principal Wang has spoken, what can I do? This is fine, at least I don't have to serve this privileged kid anymore."
"That won't do," my wife flatly rejected my idea. "If you leave like this,
how can be a teacher? You're the homeroom teacher, he's the student, there are plenty of ways to deal with him, you have to get your face back."
My wife smiled slyly at me: "I'll help you think of a way to get back at him."
"But what about Principal Wang..."
my wife said, "Believe it or not, as long as you don't say anything, it'll be like nothing ever happened in the principal's office. I think Principal Wang
just wanted to scare you, but he actually took it."
I suddenly realized and felt incredibly regretful. I was so immature. "You're right. Sigh..."
"Try to apologize to Principal Wang when you have the chance. He's a new principal, and he'll be your leader for a long time.
We can't ruin the relationship."
I looked at my wife. With such a wise and capable wife, I felt incredibly happy. What more could I ask for? I
put my arm around my wife's shoulder. "Yes, ma'am, my female Zhuge Liang."
My wife pushed me away. "Go sweep the floor! You're not allowed to eat today until you finish sweeping."
I was embarrassed. Looking at the mess on the floor, I realized that impulsiveness is the devil, and it's absolutely true.
"By the way, Jingjing keeps saying her tooth hurts. Why don't you take her to the dentist tonight? I'm on the night shift,
so I won't go."
"Okay."
My wife is a nurse, and she inevitably works night shifts a few days a week. My wife and I often discuss whether being a high school homeroom teacher
or a nurse is more tiring. It seems the key isn't who's more tired, but rather that both have unseen hardships.
The next day, I knew Zhang Haoran definitely wouldn't hand in his self-criticism, and not only could I do nothing about it, but I also couldn't
announce his transfer to another class, which would inevitably earn me his contempt. I even regretted making him write the self-criticism; in the end, I was the
one who suffered. But a true man can bend and stretch; temporary setbacks are okay. Like Qin said, homeroom teachers are naturally the students'
nemesis. As long as I'm still a homeroom teacher, I can always make them suffer.
But Zhang Haoran's seat remained empty. Has he become so arrogant that he doesn't even come to class?
After the first period ended, I looked into the classroom from outside and didn't see him. I went into the classroom and asked his
deskmate , Wang Xing, "Do you know why Zhang Haoran didn't come?"
Wang Xing said, "I don't know."
"You were playing on your phone just now,
weren't you?" Wang Xing was startled and stammered, "No."
I walked over and lifted the several books covering his desk, revealing a Huawei phone underneath. I
took it and said, "You played several rounds last period, didn't you?"
Wang Xing's face turned ashen.
I said, "I don't want your phone; I have my own. Write a letter of apology, any length, just have your
parents sign it. I'll give your phone back after I see the letter."
Wang Xing wasn't Zhang Haoran; if I made him write a letter of apology, he certainly wouldn't dare to resist. After he handed in the letter, I would
still call his parents to confirm. If he dared to forge it, the consequences would be even worse.
Back in the office, I said to Ms. Guo, "Xiao Fang, Wang Xing was playing games last class, and I confiscated his phone
. Don't be shy, if you see it, just confiscate it and hand it over to me. I'll take responsibility for any trouble that might arise.
Just confiscate it."
Guo Fang is a rather introverted girl, and she replied with an "okay."
I knew she hadn't been a teacher for long and hadn't yet developed a proper understanding of teacher authority.
She tended to turn a blind eye to many behaviors, afraid to do them herself.
Teacher Long asked me, "Don't talk about Xiaofang anymore. What did you do with Zhang Haoran yesterday?"
I said, "I gave him a good scolding, but as you all know, he's completely unresponsive. It was
a waste of breath. I made him write a self-criticism, which his father had to sign."
Another teacher deliberately challenged, "That's it?"
I said irritably, "Then what do you suggest? The best way is to let his father handle it. If even his father doesn't care,
then I'm just wasting my time."
Teacher Long said, "Xiaofang, if any student in my class dared to do that, I'd make them pay dearly
and apologize to you."
"Okay, okay, let Zhang Haoran transfer to your class, teach me a lesson, and let me see your methods."
His mother hates these old foxes the most, talking without understanding the situation, relying on their seniority to act foolish.
Teacher Long indeed said, "Isn't this just training you young people?"
I was too lazy to argue with him anymore. I took out my phone and called Zhang Haoran's mother.
"Hello, Ms. Li."
"Your child hasn't come to class yet. Do you know what's wrong?"
"He...he drank too much yesterday and had a stomach hemorrhage. He's in the hospital now."
"I see..." I said, "Sister, please take good care of him. I understand the situation here. The stomach hemorrhage..."
"It's nothing serious. Just rest well and come back to school when you're better. Your health is the most important thing."
After hanging up the phone, I felt incredibly relieved. I went to the corridor and lit a cigarette. He was my
student; he had a stomach hemorrhage, and I was his homeroom teacher. I slowly exhaled the alluring smoke and
finally smiled.

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