The Blind Date Went To the Wrong Room, But Was Confessed By the Other Party

He sneaked back to school, and sure enough, the dean of the Mediterranean hairstyle was waiting for him in the office early.

He put his hands around his chest, as if he had a high-spirited attitude, and gave Fang Zheng a good lesson. Teacher Yang, who was in the same office, was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word.

"Mr. Fang! You were not in the office all afternoon this afternoon, why did you go?!"

"As the head teacher of Class 4, let's not talk about whether the teaching task is completed or not. Yes, I admit it! Class 4 is a little more stable during this period than before, but you can't leave your job and be negligent! You are a teacher of the people!"

Fangzheng gestured to Shang Dongfang and Ding Peng to go back to the classroom first, anyway, it was half an hour before school was over, and he didn't continue to stop.

He looked at the dean and smiled: "Yes, yes, the dean is right, I went out for a while, and I'll be back soon, right?"

The director was so angry that he lit the table with a stick: "You call this right now?! No one was seen all afternoon! And Mr. Fang, it's your attitude that you want to make mistakes, so I doubt you very much. The guarantee made to the fourth class at the meeting this morning!"

"After all, you don't even care about your work. How can the students in Class 4 honestly fulfill their obligations under your leadership?!"

After chatting for half an hour, it was as if the old comrade had nowhere to shed his anger all day long, and finally found a way to vent and vomited out.

But Fang Zheng didn't care, staring out the window for half an hour, his left ear going in and his right going out.

Until the school bell rang and the director was tired, Fang Zheng finally had time to sit at the desk and take a few sips of water. Teacher Yang, who was in the same office, waited until the dean finished packing and left before asking Fang Zheng timidly and curiously.

"Mr. Fang, why did you go this afternoon? The dean is looking for you like crazy! I've been talking about you here all afternoon!"

Fang Zheng laughed: "I can imagine it, but I took the students to have some lunch after I didn't have enough at noon, so he wouldn't make such a fuss, right?"

Teacher Yang pouted: "You don't know, you didn't come this afternoon, there are many people talking about you in the school! They said that you vouched for the fourth class, the principal recognized you at the meeting, and everyone said you were Came in through the back door! It's insulting to the teacher's status."

Fang Zheng grinned: "Isn't it? I didn't mess with them."

Teacher Yang shrugged.

After careful consideration, Fang Zheng leaned back on the chair and sighed: "Workplace or workplace, it's the same everywhere."

Teacher Yang also sighed, and then she looked at Fang Zheng, full of curiosity: "Mr. Fang, did you really come in through the back door? What do you do at home?"

Fang Zheng glanced at the female teacher strangely, and sat up straight:

"Mr. Yang, aren't you? It's only an idiot who believes it! I am poor and white, and my clothes add up to less than 300 yuan! How can there be a back door?! The principal recognized me at the meeting, but the principal also happened to be Just understand my teaching philosophy!"

Mr. Yang gave a long hum in his throat and said sincerely: "Anyway, regardless of whether you have anything to do with Mr. Fang, I feel that you are quite powerful. You are different from other teachers!"

Fang Zheng laughed and said, "I've won awards and awards. Teacher Yang is also very good at teaching mathematics."

The female teacher smiled helplessly: "I'm an English teacher."

Fangzheng: "..."

Pretend to look at the phone: "Ah, it's getting late, I'll go home first, see you tomorrow, Teacher Yang!"

Putting on his coat, Fang Zheng quickly left this place of right and wrong. Students and teachers may not be very active in other things, but after school it is still exciting.

It was only half an hour after the get out of class bell rang, and there was no one on the road at the school. Fang Zheng checked on WeChat to see that there was no news from Jiang Xiyao.

It is estimated that she will have to work overtime for a long time tonight.

I'd better go home first, wait for her to have dinner together in the evening, and agree that she will help Shang Dongfang, and she will be invited to dinner tonight.

But just as Fangzheng was about to get on the little electric donkey and was about to leave, he heard a familiar girl's voice calling out to him.

"Mr. Fang! Teacher Fang! Wait a minute!"

Fangzheng looked from a distance and found that it seemed to be Yan Qingya from his class. After all, this girl was too tall. Every time Fang Zheng saw her, he wondered if this female classmate was eating papaya at home every day.

"Classmate Yan Qingya? What are you doing with the teacher after school is over?"

Yan Qingya glanced at Fang Zheng in disgust, and out of breath she handed him a large stack of leave slips:

"Teacher, why did you go this afternoon? I went to the office to look for you three or four times and didn't see you. These are Yang Yibiao's leave slips, please sign them. The school stipulates that students' leave slips will be collected every week. Signing is to be dealt with as truancy."

Fangzheng took the whole stack of leave requests, and flipped through at least thirty or forty!

"So much?! By the way, when did you take the school rules so seriously? Before the teacher came to teach, he didn't see you abide by the school rules!"

Yan Qingya explained, "This time is different. The principal came to our class in person this afternoon and said that if Yang Yibiao's future leave applications are not signed by you on the same day, they will all be treated as truancy! Three times of truancy, he will be expelled!"

"Oh, that's quite serious. I remember this Yang Yibiao, you told me that his family was in trouble, right? Let me take a look."

Yan Qingya shrugged, but Fang Zheng heard her inner voice.

"You believe in this kind of stupid talk, Teacher Fang, and it's not that they deliberately harass you."

Fangzheng smashed his tongue: "Hey, Yan Qingya, don't scold the teacher behind your back! You think the teacher eats dry food, I don't know what you're thinking?"

Yan Qingya snorted, pretending to be crazy and acting stupid: "I don't have it, teacher."

As a result, Fang Zheng heard the other side's words again this time, "How did Mr. Fang know that I scolded him? Did I act so clearly?"

Fang Zheng sighed and ignored it. He just flipped through the leave requests. His expression changed from doubt to shock, and finally to surprise!

Because the content of the leave request is really eye-opening for Fang Zheng!

"Teacher, the new season of League of Legends starts today. I want to go home to score points. I hereby ask for a day off. Yang Yibiao, please approve."

"Teacher, I'm going to have a haircut today, so I hereby ask for a day off, Yang Yibiao, please approve."

"Teacher, the school toilet is not clean. I want to poop at home. I hereby ask for a day off. Yang Yibiao, please approve."

.....

Fangzheng flipped through the thirty or so leave application slips in confusion, then looked at Yan Qingya who pretended to be nothing.

"Classmate Yan Qingya, what are the reasons for these leave requests? Even if they are made up, why don't you ask Yang Yibiao to find a decent reason?! How do you ask me to sign them?! The principal will scold me for not asking me if they know about it!"

Yan Qingya replied, "Teacher, I advise you to sign, otherwise, once Yang Yibiao is expelled, I estimate that you will also be expelled from the school!"