It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

need.

"Okay, I'll go find Lu Xia later," she said.

Before hanging up the phone, she suddenly remembered the photo and asked:

"Ms. Xia, wait a minute, do you have any photos of your daughter doing housework?"

"Yes, yes. I have a lot, dozens of them."

Dozens of them!

Tong Yao thought that she had finally found her savior. The school required thirty tickets, but did not say how many people were required.

Anyway, handing it in will just mean it’s “complete”.

"Then could you please send them all to me, please?"

"Okay, Teacher Tong. I'll look for it. It should still be there. I'll send it to you tomorrow."

One more thing solved.

Tong Yao slumped in the chair, looked at the cold rice, sighed, picked up the chopsticks, and ate it bite by bite.

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Night self-study.

Tong Yao walked into Class 1 and tapped Lu Xia's desk with her fingertips as she passed by her desk.

Lu Xia raised his confused eyes, then followed her out silently.

People inside the corridor could actually hear some of what was being said in the corridor, so Tong Yao walked a long way and only stopped at the office door.

She turned around and looked at Lu Xia. The girl had a brown bob and a simple school uniform. She was tugging at her sleeves nervously.

"Teacher Tong, you are looking for me..."

"It's about poverty subsidies." Tong Yao paused as some students passed by, and after the students left, she continued, "I asked your parents what they wanted you to apply. Why didn't you come to me before?"

Lu Xia pursed her lips and said nothing.

No one knows how low self-esteem she is.

It's not that she didn't want to apply, but she didn't want her classmates to know. People wouldn't laugh at you or despise you on the surface, but they would look at you differently in their hearts, making your frugality look like poverty. That's not malice, nor is it kindness, it's an emotion between contempt and pity -

The name is superior.

Superiority comes from being stronger than others, or from putting others down.

No one wants to be the source of someone else's sense of superiority.

Tong Yao looked at Lu Xia's expression and had guessed what was going on. She handed the watch to the girl and said:

"Fill out the form and give me some time today or tomorrow, okay?"

The girl lowered her head and whispered:

"Ah."

Then leave quietly.

Tong Yao felt that there was a sense of indifference and alienation about this child.

Is it just because of poverty?

She wanted to explore, but she was just the acting class teacher, so how much could she do?

The next day, afternoon.

The leader urged for photos in the group, and Tong Yao felt a little anxious when seeing other class teachers replying with “all ready”.

Did Lu Xia’s mother forget?

She opened WeChat and was about to urge him to do something, when the other party sent her a bunch of photos. Dozens of photos of him washing dishes, mopping the floor, and drying clothes... showing Lu Xia from all angles.

saved.

She sorted it out and a voice of "report" was shouted at the door. Lu Xia folded the completed form twice and held it in her hand. When she saw Tong Yao's computer, she was stunned.

"Teacher Tong, this photo..."

"Ah, it's a school activity. They asked us to find your parents and ask for photos of you doing housework." Tong Yao said, "Have you filled out the form? Just give it to me."

Lu Xia frowned, as if she was worried. She whispered:

"Teacher Tong...how many do you want to hand in?"

"There are thirty photos in the class, but twenty of them are yours." Tong Yao smiled embarrassedly.

The grade leader Ye Wei suddenly appeared at the door and knocked:

"Teacher Tong, your class is the only one left."

"Oh, I'll hand it in right away!" Tong Yao responded.

She wanted to submit, but Lu Xia beside her seemed to finally be unable to hold back and spoke cautiously:

"Teacher Tong, can you only choose the ones with the kitchen and the clothes drying?"

Tong Yao was stunned and was about to ask why, but then she noticed the content of the photos.

The photos selected by Lu Xia all showed a minimal home layout, while those photos of her sweeping and mopping the floor clearly revealed her poor family situation.

The girl's eyes were a little red, almost pleading.

If she agreed to Lu Xia's request, then the photos would not be enough. Lu Xia knew this, so it was difficult for her to speak.

In these brief few seconds, Tong Yao thought a lot.

For example, I am here to teach.

and so--

call.

To hell with formalism.

Chapter 95: The Smoke of Conflict

“I want to know what you think,” Tong Yao looked at Lu Xia and took out a bar of chocolate from the drawer. “You haven’t eaten yet, right?”

She thought a little snack might help students let down their guard.

"Thank you, teacher." Lu Xia said in a muffled voice.

"Lu Xia, do you not want to submit your photo? If so, then I won't submit yours." Tong Yao said softly, "Tell the teacher what's in your heart, okay?"

She knew that it was much easier to answer "yes" or "no". She had to peel it like an onion, to get to the heart of the students.

Lu Xia was slightly stunned, and then her voice was small and clear, like pressing the lightest piano key:

"Well...but, teacher, you have to hand in thirty..."

"Don't worry about me." Tong Yao smiled, "Okay, I know what you mean."

In front of Lu Xia, she deleted the girl's photo, packed up several photos of other classmates, and sent them to the group.

Lu Xia was stunned for a moment, her lips trembling slightly. Tong Yao smiled at her without waiting for her to speak:

"It's done, let's go eat."

Lu Xia said “hmm” and left the office silently.

Tong Yao looked at the computer, sighed, and gritted her teeth and replied to the director with a "submitted".

Let's take a step by step.

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Although Tong Yao knew that the photos she submitted would be criticized, she did not expect it to come so soon.

The next afternoon at the teachers' meeting, she was busy writing lesson plans when she suddenly heard the vice principal in front of her mention the photo.

The new female vice-president's surname was Lou. Tong Yao remembered that her name was Lou Yu, who was nearly 40 years old. Both her name and her temperament were quite bookish, like a traditional female intellectual. The first impression was not bad. Then, Principal Lou took the microphone with a serious expression:

"…Although I'm new here, I can find through some small things that some of our teachers have improper thoughts, are perfunctory in their work, and are extremely irresponsible. In particular, a certain young female teacher is so lax when she just became a class teacher. How can she be responsible for the students and explain to the parents?"

Tong Yao paused, and she felt the gazes of the other class teachers were focused on her like a spotlight, as if they were going to roast her to a crisp. This experience of being criticized in public was so rare for her that she even forgot how to react.

Endure it and it will pass.

Principal Lou continued, "Don't think that you can get carried away with a little achievement, and that the college entrance examination will tell the whole story. Teachers who have no qualifications and still don't know how to obey the school's arrangements, I advise you not to bring your bad habits from home and college with you. No one will spoil you like your parents when you enter society. I don't care how your parents taught you to gain a foothold in society, but you have to be a role model for others and follow the rules. You must show them in No. 1 Middle School..."

"clatter--"

The sound of chairs being put away suddenly rang out in the meeting room.

The chair was folded up because the person sitting on it stood up.

The one standing is a nursery rhyme.

"Teacher Tong, please stand up. Do you have anything to say?" Lou Yu held the microphone, looking intimidating without being angry.

Yes, I know her name.

"Yes," Tong Yao tilted her head, "The young female teacher you are talking about, is that me?"

Lou Yu laughed: "Are you admitting your guilt?"

Tong Yao looked at her directly, neither humble nor arrogant:

"Are you making insinuations?"

The venue was extremely quiet for a while.

Many teachers who didn't know her were wondering why this new teacher was so bold. Some people felt sorry for her and thought that her promotion was blocked. How could she not have some background to be the vice-principal of No. 1 Middle School?

The fake smile on Lou Yu's face disappeared. She came here to make an example of someone else, not to let the teacher see her being criticized. At this moment, she was really angry:

"Teacher Tong, you are so eloquent, why don't you teach Chinese?"

"I took the math exam when I entered school and got the top score. I don't think Chinese can be taught well just by talking. What do you think?"

"Okay, okay, you want to argue with me?" Lou Yu laughed in anger. In this conference room with more than a hundred people, her voice was heard by everyone through the microphone. "Since you want to stand up, I will make this matter clear with you today. I asked each head teacher to hand in 30 photos. Everyone else handed in 30 photos, but what about you? You only handed in 6. Are you treating me like a fool?"

"The parents only submitted these few photos. Do you want me to make up photos out of thin air?" Tong Yao said calmly.

"How can other teachers hand it in? You are the only one who wants to be treated specially! You teach Class 1, don't you know how important photos of Class 1 are? You don't have much ability, but you are good at finding excuses."

"I believe you don't understand my abilities yet, but I understand your ability to give orders blindly." Tong Yao raised her head and said word by word, "This is not a holiday, and the students are not at home. Is it reasonable to ask parents to hand in 30 photos of their children doing housework? These two days, the head teacher has to correct papers, correct winter vacation homework, count poor students, elect class committee members, and arrange seats. Many teachers are as busy as me and have no time to eat. Is it appropriate for you to add to the chaos?"

The venue was silent.

Many class teachers secretly applauded. Everyone blamed this shit, but no one dared to speak out.

"I gave orders blindly?" The veins on Lou Yu's hand bulged as he held the microphone. "How could I be in this position if I gave orders blindly? Young man, I advise you not to be too arrogant."

Tong Yao smiled and said, "Then tell me, what should I do if there are not enough photos? Should I let the children take photos at home?"

"So many class teachers have submitted their contributions, why don't you ask them?" Lou Yu said angrily, "Which teacher can tell me how their class submitted their contributions?"

I looked around, but no one answered.

No one wants to get involved in this mess.

"Teacher Liu Jian!" Lou Yu couldn't help but call out the name, "How did your class submit all the papers?"

Liu Jian was sweating profusely, wondering why he was so unlucky.

Is it because I gave too many gifts that Principal Lou is familiar with me?

Liu Jian rubbed his hands and stuttered:

"Um, well... our class has done similar activities before, so many parents have photos..."

This is a lie.

But Lou Yu believed it, or chose to believe it. She realized her anger and lost her composure, coughed twice, and calmed down:

"Okay, Teacher Liu, please take a seat. You have seen what foresight is and what quality education is! You should learn from Teacher Liu, hold more meaningful activities like this, and respond to the school's call. Education is not just about giving lectures in class. The cramming-style exam-oriented education is doomed to be eliminated. I hope that teachers can understand my good intentions about submitting photos. There are some misunderstandings between Teacher Tong and me, so I won't waste your time here. The meeting is adjourned."

There was sparse applause in the conference hall.