When Li Meng opened the office window, the cherry blossoms at Chunfeng Middle School were in full bloom. The pink and white petals were swept into the corridor by the March wind and fell on the lesson plan she had just arranged.
The phone vibrated, and my mother sent a message: "Mingxuan will be here in the afternoon, please take care of yourself."
She stared at the message for a full half minute, until the bell rang. Her duty as the director of the third year of high school told her that she should be happy - her brother had finally transferred to the best high school in the city, and would have the best teachers in the final sprint. But the sister's instinct warned: it would be a disaster for the brother who had been like a demon since childhood to drop into the graduating class of high school at this juncture.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, when Li Mingxuan walked into Chunfeng Middle School wearing a baseball cap crookedly and carrying an empty schoolbag on one shoulder, Li Meng's premonition came true.
"Sister!" He shouted from half the playground, attracting countless students to look at him. When he reached the front, he tried to put his hand on Li Meng's shoulder in a familiar manner, but was slapped away.
"Where's the school uniform?"
"In the bag."
"Tie?"
"That thing strangles your neck."
Li Meng closed her eyes and tried to recall the chapters on adolescent behavior modification in educational psychology. But she only remembered the misdeeds of this kid who put a frog in her school bag in elementary school, poured Coke into the principal's tea cup in junior high school, and was expelled from his original school for fighting in a group in his freshman year of high school.
"Listen," she said carefully, "here, I am Teacher Li. There are no siblings in the classroom, only teachers and students."
"I know, Teacher Li." Li Mingxuan drawled his voice and smiled playfully.
On the way to the classroom, Li Meng briefly introduced the situation. Qiao Yingzi, the first in grade, is obsessed with astronomy but is strictly controlled by her mother.
Reader comments
To be honest, I'm not used to this kind of foggy writing style. Xiao Huanxi is just covering up, but the writing is very good, but I can't understand it.
What did you say? It's not like the book in Tomato
To be honest, I'm not used to this kind of foggy writing style. Xiao Huanxi is just covering up, but the writing is very good, but I can't understand it.
What did you say? It's not like the book in Tomato