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Chapter 59 Confessions of an Educator

Chapter 59 Confessions of an Educator
"On the surface, Teacher Yuanxiao's actions are not problematic, but in fact, this is a willful act that does not follow the school's overall policy. Teacher Yuanxiao needs to correct his attitude."

Holding the peat, Yuan Xiao sneered, no one informed him about the inspection by the leaders of the Ministry of Education.

But even if he is notified, he will still do things according to his own judgment.

The most important thing in education is to be fair, just and open, but not to look at the face of the superior to do things.

This is the belief that flows in Yuan Xiao's blood.

He always puts himself in the right position, which is why he can convince students like Su Chenyi and Xia Wanqing.

The heart is upright and upright!
But in the world, more people will bow down to five buckets of rice.

"I support the serious treatment of Teacher Yuan. This is also an opportunity to correct the behavior of teachers as a whole, unify the pace of teachers in the high school, and work together to make a better tomorrow for the school and do our best."

"This kind of atmosphere cannot be opened. Once it is opened, the entire school's education department will be in chaos."

……

It can be said that they are all highly educated intellectuals.

Verbal criticism and pen attack kill without blood.

Keeping his composure, he bound Yuan Xiao and the school's general direction and right and wrong to opposites.

Zhang Jianwei is very satisfied, this is what he wants.

What can you Yuanxiao do?

Look, Fan Wenbing sitting there is helpless.

After all, the opinions of the masses cannot be ignored.

Su Chenyi and Xia Wanqing's faces were ashen.

But it is not their turn to speak here yet.

Even if their family background is amazing, in front of so many teachers, they still have to maintain the posture that students should have.

"Teacher Yuan, look, there are so many objections from everyone," Zhang Jianwei didn't forget to add insult to injury, "Tell me, is there anything else you want to confess."

Fan Wenbing's worried eyes fell on Yuan Xiao.

Yuan Xiao smiled.

Very good, I didn't expect so many people to want to kill themselves.

It was so good!

They are all leeks that can be supported.

Just looking at the current growth, it seems that it is not fat enough.

Then let him fertilize.

He stood up and all eyes were on him.

It's just short of a spotlight, and the atmosphere is still not in place.

There is no way, after all, this is not the stage for the Proud World Card Awards.

"My confession," Yuan Xiao slowly shook his head with his eyes closed, "Since that's the case, I'll talk about my confession."

The audience was silent, and everyone looked sideways.

"Let the heavy iron shackles ring under your feet,
Let you lift the whip high,
I don't need any confession,
Even if the chest is facing the bloody bayonet!

People can’t lower their noble heads,

Only the mortals beg to yield;

What is the plan of torture?
Not even death can make me speak!
I laughed loudly at death,
The palaces of the rich shake with laughter;
This is the confession of me, an educator,

Sing triumphant songs and bury hegemonism! "

Take it, no thanks.

This is the poem of a great martyr on the blue planet where Yuan Xiao originated. Yuan Xiao made some minor changes.

It can be said that the heaven and the earth cry ghosts and gods, and the awe-inspiring righteousness lasts for thousands of years.

He came to popularize blood.

Proud index +259, +167, +241...

Zhang Jianwei almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Iron shackles?Whip? ?bayonet? ? ?Torture? ? ? ?die? ? ? ? ?
We just want to fire you.

Big brother, what are you doing.

The faces of the rest of the teachers also changed, it was a curse.

Yuan Xiao scolded them all in one go.

Sing triumphant songs and bury hegemony?

Hegemony ass, they are just ordinary teachers, it depends on Zhang Jianwei, the director of academic affairs, and the leaders of the Ministry of Education.

What does this have to do with them.

But Yuan Xiao didn't care, he said yes, so it was related.

Su Chenyi and Xia Wanqing looked at each other, both of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief
There is no need for the two of them to make a move.

It seems that Teacher Yuan Xiao can handle this matter by himself.

That's all for Su Chenyi, Xia Wanqing, as someone involved in the field of literature, definitely knows the power of this poem.

In spite of the displeasure of the world, whoever comes will die!

Over there, Ni Yutong's eyes were moist. She was at the same time as Yuan Xiao, and she was also a new teacher.

She is very clear about the exclusion, neglect, parental accountability, etc. that she received behind the scenes.

Yuan Xiao's poem sounded the horn of encouragement in her heart.

What kind of sentimental teacher can say such a thing.

Absolutely a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who is out of vulgar interests, and a person who is beneficial to students.

Ni Yutong gritted her teeth and raised her head: "Dean, I think it's not reasonable to punish Teacher Yuan Xiao like this.

A considerable number of teachers have not been notified of the inspection by the leaders of the Ministry of Education. To put it bluntly, this is also the dereliction of duty of the school's Academic Affairs Office.

In this case, if you ask Teacher Yuan Xiao to be dealt with seriously, I am afraid that the rest of the teachers will be sad. "

She gave up.

At worst, he would be fired together with Teacher Yuan Xiao.

In the future, men will farm and women will weave.

Not bad...

After all, Mr. Yuan Xiao has an extraordinary bearing and looks not bad.

As far as the educational ideas of the two of them are concerned, do you still worry that the next generation will not rise?

Big deal we do it ourselves!

Zhang Jianwei's complexion changed slightly, which meant that his Academic Affairs Office was also involved.

But he didn't know that the leaders of the Ministry of Education would come to inspect suddenly.

But this reason can never be said now.

Fan Wenbing also laughed. In the world, there are still workers who really love education.

Maybe they have no fame, no fame, no prestige, no money.

But they still silently stick to their posts.

Very few, such people are very few.

But absolutely there.

Yuan Xiao's poem is a cry for these people.

His heart, which had been silent for many years, suddenly became turbulent.

"Old Zhao, why don't you think about it carefully." He approached the principal beside him and said.

The principal was still fanning, watching the progress of the scene with a smile on his face.

Zhang Jianwei was also in a dilemma. Once Yuan Xiao's poem came out, if he came out again, he would be labeled.

This is the power of literati.

There is no power to restrain a chicken, but there are thousands of words in the pen.

Once it is nailed in literature, it is a shame that cannot be washed away in a lifetime.

Zhang Jianwei did not dare to take risks.

His hesitation was noticed by his followers below.

This matter cannot come to an end.

Looking at the nose, nose and heart, each of them has a very upright sitting posture.

Huang Jinran in the corner smiled.

This class of useless rubbish.

Sure enough, he didn't graduate from a national first university, and his IQ is worrying.

It's such a small problem, it can't be solved.

A group of people turned against one person, and they were scared.

Very good, it's almost time to show yourself.

Zhang Jianwei still needs someone to walk down the steps for him.

This person is himself, and there must be a connection for promotion or something in the future.

He stood up: "Leaders, teachers, in fact, I think this matter is easy to solve."

Everyone's eyes shifted over.

Yuan Xiao was also taken aback, he knew this person, and he took part in the written test and interview at the same time as the test.

Except no fencing soul.

(End of this chapter)

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