Because of Love No. 40

  On the way to class twenty-nine, Director Xu was fantasizing about Wang Jian getting his arm broken or leg twisted by Huang Weilong during their one-on-one fight. After all, Huang Weilong's fighting skills were well-known in this school, and those who liked to fight would not dare to provoke him, but today Wang Jian actually dared to challenge him?

  Looking for death! And no matter how injured he is, he can use the excuse of fighting to persuade this ignorant guy to get out of here.

  But! If he kneels down and begs me, should I consider giving him another chance? Hahaha...

  Thinking of Wang Jian's miserable appearance, Director Xu became more and more excited. Originally, because of Wang Jian's injury, he was furious and out of breath, but as he walked, he hummed a tune, eager to grow wings and fly in front of Wang Jian, watching him transform from a proud peacock to a lowly cur.

  Panting and gasping for breath, he arrived at the old building. Director Xu straightened his back, adjusted his clothes, and then pushed open the door of Class 29 with his unique leadership gait.

  After pushing open the door, he was stunned. Because reality directly shattered his long-held fantasy into powder - Wang Jian did not have a broken hand or foot, but instead stood on the podium, spitting saliva while explaining to the students the origin of the word "qingmei zhuma".

  "Teacher Wang, come here for a moment."

  Director Xu's face turned gloomy at once, standing at the door with his hands behind his back, calling out to Wang Jian in a condescending tone.

  "No time."

  This was Wang Jian's response, clean and concise. Not only that, but Wang Jian's tone also revealed a hint of impatience and disgust, his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he didn't take Director Xu as a cadre at all.

  "Teacher Wang! You're going too far!"

  Wang Jian slammed the book in his hand onto the podium, making a loud crashing sound. He suddenly turned around: "Do you have any bottom line? Do you know what it means to respect people? Have you become mad from being an official? Do you know who is the biggest in class? Can't you talk about things after class? If I have time, I will go to the Education Commission to complain about you."

  Director Xu's face turned pale at that moment. He had been a teacher for 30 years and had been the director for over 10 years. It was the first time he saw someone like Wang Jian, who was such an oddball. To think that when he was still new to the job, if the leader called him, no matter what he was doing, even if he was taking a dump, he would have to rush to see the leader immediately.

  That Wang Jian... not only did he refuse to see his own superior, but also threatened and insulted him with eloquent words, and what's more, in a way that made it impossible for anyone to get angry at him. Getting angry would be equivalent to acknowledging Wang Jian's slander, this is like setting a trap for people...

  "Teacher Wang."

  Director Xu's face turned beet red, he slowly walked into the classroom, his eyes glanced at the students below who were trying to stifle their laughter, his mood was chaotic, but looking at Wang Jian on stage with a serious and solemn expression, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness when facing a fool.

  "Just now I received a complaint, you had a physical conflict with the students and even openly instructed them to write love letters. Now I'm here to investigate, if it's true, I think you'll never be the biggest person in class again."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Jian had not yet spoken up, and the "bad students" below the stage issued a neat hiss in unison, which was apparently directed at Director Xu, with the clear intention of driving him out.

  "Physical conflict?" Wang Jian pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, sat down on the chair and lit it with a relaxed expression: "How is that possible? Who did I have a conflict with?"

  "You actually smoked in class!"

  Wang Jian heard this and felt a bit embarrassed. He sullenly put the cigarette away, saying "I just took it out to smell it."

  The students burst into laughter. Who doesn't know that Wang Jian, this rascal, often smokes in class? In the four classes of the morning, he can't get away with at least three cigarettes. What's even more outrageous is that not only does he smoke in class, but he also smokes the students' cigarettes. The pack of cigarettes on him now was extorted from Tang Jun, who just came to class today.

  "I reiterate again, I didn't fight with anyone." Wang Jian bowed his head and seriously stared into the eyes of the Dean of Studies: "If you want to frame me, you need evidence."

  "Huang Weilong!" The director shouted: "Stand up."

  In the corner, Huang Weilong, who was beaten by Wang Jian until he was covered in dust, slowly stood up like a tower, with gray dust all over his face and body, looking very comical.

  "How can it be so dirty?" The director knew what was going on at a glance, so he asked knowingly: "I heard you had a fight with your teacher Wang this morning?"

  "Cut the crap, who said that? I'll kill him!"

  "Who allowed you to talk nonsense? Is this the attitude you can have?"

  Huang Weilong's head dropped, and his tone instantly changed from a hungry wolf to a gentle sheep: "Report to the director, there is no such thing."

  Director Xu was stunned on the spot, Huang Weilong is a notorious figure, no need to repeat it, this guy is very hot-tempered, on the second day of entering school, he fought with the physical education teacher, wanting to expel him, he ran to the director's home at midnight with gasoline. Such a thug, now actually surrendered to Wang Jian...

  Now Huang Weilong does not admit it, and Wang Jian also does not admit it. This basically cannot be used as evidence to convict them. Even if the director is so angry that his fists are clenched and his whole body is shaking, he can't do much about this group of rascals, and can only move on to another issue:

  "And you also let students write love letters? You have seriously violated school rules, if you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I will directly appeal to the Education Committee and cancel your teaching qualification."

  Wang Jian's head tilted to one side, and he let out a deep sigh: "I'm a language teacher."

  "That doesn't count as an explanation."

  "What is language? Language is not about teaching someone to recognize a certain number of characters, nor is it about forcing someone to memorize a certain number of poems. These things are enough to learn in elementary school. True language is about allowing people to feel the emotions and atmosphere behind the words on the surface, and love is an important part of these emotions. It's about using words and language to express one's own feelings, to express that love for oneself and others. This is the true meaning of language.

  Everyone has gone through or is going through their 16th or 17th year, at which time love is pure and vague. If you record this pure and simple love in writing, and then look back on it years later when your youth has faded, don't you think that's a beautiful thing?"

  Wang Jian spoke a lot of words that were extremely inconsistent with his fierce and arrogant appearance, seemingly saying to the director, but more so to the students below the stage.

  The director, of course, was also young once. As he listened to Wang Jian's smooth and powerful rhythm, the scene in front of him gradually became blurry, and suddenly it seemed as if he had returned to that summer thirty years ago. At that time, he sat in the middle of the classroom, wearing a crisp white shirt, his teacher scribbling on the blackboard with chalk, while he held a pen given by his father, but what was written below was blank, and the reason for this blankness was because his eyes were filled with the girl in front of him who wore her hair in pigtails and also wore a white shirt.

  He still clearly remembers that at that time, she seemed to fill not only his innocent eyes but also his heart. Even though thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye, occasionally thinking about it now, he finds that her shadow seems to have never left...

  "Director? Are you saying yes or no?"

  Wang Jian's call pulled him back from his memories of his youth. At this moment, the usually strict and harsh principal unexpectedly revealed a kind of inexplicable vicissitude, but after sighing, his eyes became stern again: "Teacher Wang, no matter what, what you're doing is against school rules."

  Wang Jian shook his head: "If I had to choose between nature and school rules, I would definitely choose nature. One can't go against the most basic human need for love just because of school rules."

  Suddenly, thunderous applause erupted from the audience, cheers and shouts filled the air, everyone stood up to give Wang Jian a passionate round of applause for his humble yet confident speech.

  The principal, seeing this scene, was also somewhat unable to come down from his dignity. His face turned red and white by turns, but he finally stabilized himself, staring hard at Wang Jian's eyes: "Teacher Wang, you are a new teacher, I have been giving you opportunities all along. I don't want to see you do stupid things. If there is a next time, I won't let it go like this."

  "So you..."

  Wang Jian was about to retort to Director Zhang, but suddenly discovered that Dawei was standing outside the window staring at him intensely. This made Wang Jian suddenly cough and say: "That still needs your supervision."

  The director saw that there was a staircase below, so he didn't bother to continue, after all, Wang Jian was too good at hiding, his anti-detection techniques were absolutely top-notch, and his various excuses were endless. Unless they caught him in the act with someone else, it would be really difficult to find any evidence against him, and if they forced the issue, everyone would end up looking bad.

  After the director left, the students cheered and applauded, while a petite girl in the class suddenly stood up with a smile and said: "Teacher Wang, I love you! Want to be friends."

  Wang Jian's true nature was suddenly revealed, and he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, sat down in the chair with a relaxed expression, took a puff: "Wait until you grow up to talk about it, I like long-haired quiet girls, try to develop in that direction. Let's continue class, all of you be quieter."

  The morning class ended quickly. Wang Jian sat in front of the office desk, staring at the floating clouds in the sky, thinking about the waste collection plan to be launched tonight, silent.

  "Ah Jian, let's go eat." Dawei patted Wang Jian's desk: "I heard today that there is good food."

  "I've decided not to have lunch."

  Just then, Tianran Er washed his hands and came in from outside. After hearing Wang Jian's words, he curiously asked: "Is it because you want to lose weight?"

  Wang Jian glanced at Tian Ran with a hint of disdain: "Because he's poor."

  "It's nothing, let's go." Dawei patted Wang Jian's shoulder: "I just borrowed ten yuan from you, you take note of it yourself, and pay me back when the salary is issued."

  Ergen nodded: "I calculated yesterday that there is a deadline for 1 million yuan in my dowry, can I lend it to you? Do you want it?"

  "No."