She Came To My Concert

Ch 1-5

She Came To My Concert Chapter 1:

A gust of autumn wind and drizzle swept away a few dead leaves on the branches, and also blew away the last residual heat of summer.

The children had fun chasing and fighting in classrooms and corridors.

There is a long corridor between the office and the teaching building, which can't cover the noisy noise.

Zhu Wenshu finally finished grading yesterday's homework, put down the red pen, picked up a colored lead, and prepared to trace the tabloid template.

As soon as the pen was written, a little girl rushed into the office and cried, "Teacher! Zhang Zhihao pulled my hair!"

Zhu Wenshu sighed, reached out and touched the back of the little girl's head, and looked back, and saw a chubby little boy hiding at the door of the office and looking inside.

Seeing Zhu Wenshu approaching, he turned around and wanted to run.

"Zhang Zhihao, come in."

she said in a low voice.

Zhang Zhihao had no choice but to walk in shyly with his little hands behind his back.

Before Zhu Wenshu could speak, with just one look, he was so frightened that he took the initiative to ask: "Teacher, I'm useless!"

"You tried too hard!" the little girl said while wiping her tears, "You broke my mother's braid!"

"I, I was just joking."

"Woo woo woo..."

"Zhihao."

Zhu Wenshu waved his hand, motioning him to come closer, "You hurt your classmates, and you can't make jokes that others don't like, understand?"

Zhang Zhihao put his hands behind his back, drooped his head and said, "Got it."

"What should I do now?"

Zhang Zhihao pouted, turned around and said, "I'm sorry."

"Uh, no, it's okay."

Zhu Wenshu: "Then shake hands, and we will be united and friendly in the future."

Seeing the two fleshy short hands holding each other, Zhu Wenshu managed to pull out a smile, "Hurry up and go back to the classroom, it's raining outside, don't go out and get wet in the rain."

After the two children left, Zhu Wenshu straightened his hair and continued to lean over to draw tabloids.

Two minutes later.

"Teacher! Teacher! Ling Siyuan and Wang Xiaopeng are fighting!"

There was a "click".

The colored pencil in Zhu Wenshu's hand was crushed by her.

Who would have thought that this was already the fifth student who came to complain in just 25 minutes of exercise time between classes.

It's not about grabbing things, it's about arguing.

After the quarrel, there are still two fights.

During the ten days of acting as the head teacher, Zhu Wenshu felt that his life had been shortened by ten years.

If there is no accident, she will have to substitute for three months.

Converted according to the ratio, she may not survive tomorrow.

"How did they fight?"

Zhu Wenshu turned around and asked.

The little boy who came to tip off the news shook his head, "I don't know, they started fighting after just playing around! Ling Siyuan is so fierce!"