Some teachers still woke up after hearing strange noises.

The children were cornered in the empty ground floor restaurant.

They all said in unison (from the teacher's perspective), eh, a bunch of children talked about Lanze's plan, investigation, and organization of this late-night kitchen raid in a confusing and logical manner. From so many children's opinions on Lanze's story

The original version, the improved version, the revised version, and the refined revised version, each time the story was a little different. It was not easy to judge what he had done and what he had not done. So the teachers came to Lan Ze again.

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The grade teacher, the head teacher, the life teacher on duty in the dormitory group, and the discipline teacher who rushed over were all standing in front of Lan Ze's bed in the middle of the night waiting for him to get up. Lan Ze opened his eyes and saw this scene. As a devil, he also felt that something was wrong.

It's a big deal.

Lanze couldn't tell what he had to do with the kitchen raid, let alone whether it had anything to do with this big incident.

As always, he humbly admitted his mistake to the serious discipline teacher and agreed to whatever the teacher asked, although he didn't quite understand what the teachers were talking about.

Because the friendly work-study school seemed to be waving to him from afar, his verbal review was sincere and sincere. Because his eloquence was polished by making up random stories, the review seemed particularly real.

Even the Demon King himself admires himself. This review was done so smoothly. He has never spoken so well before!

Many years later, when Lan Ze recalled this incident, he understood why all the children were not punished in any way.

It was not "the law does not punish the public" as analyzed by some smart kids at the time.

It's because the food that children eat every day is originally provided by the Ministry of Civil Affairs to all minors. The delicious food and drinks that appear in canteens and restaurants originally belong to the children, and the school is just a custodian.

Therefore, regardless of whether "stealing" is achieved or not, "stealing" is not legally valid at all.

On the other hand, schools that take care of food and take care of children's physical and mental health deserve to be held accountable.

The Demon King had no way of knowing whether the relevant teachers were held accountable later, and he didn't care at that time.

The only regret at that time was that after this disaster, he did not go directly to the work-study school, but had to go on a joint school trip with the good children. This made him a little disappointed.

Going on a school trip is boring.

Children who are over 11 years old have to leave the children's school, where they are guarded by life teachers around the clock, and go to a school for older children.

Children's schools mainly conduct emotional and character education, and academic performance is not assessed. However, intellectual development and motor development will be faithfully recorded.

Everyone likes children who are smart, can talk, take the initiative to do things, and know how to understand the teacher's hard work. This is human nature.

Children who are slow, irritable, unreasonable, and uncooperative in their education give everyone a headache. This is also human nature.

Minors aged 11 to 19 are concentrated in giant schools with tens of thousands of people. Under supervision, they form a small society as a preview of the real society.

According to legend, this kind of school for older children is a scary place.

Because hormone levels change drastically during the physiological development period, children often undergo strange behavioral changes and become new human beings that are completely different from those during their infancy.

There is a saying that is widely circulated among teachers, in this critical developmental stage before adulthood: If it is not controlled well, people become beasts; if it is controlled well, beasts become people.

The docile beasts are so boring. Lanze has always felt that the silent beast-like boys in the industrial school are more handsome.

Going on a school trip together is even more boring.

That is, traveling from one place to another, visiting scenic spots and museums in various places, and sleeping in a dormitory vacated by others at a local children's school.

Sometimes I also take the elevated sightseeing train and enjoy the scenery from the windows and the floor.

I have been traveling for two months, visiting various things that I don’t know why they exist. Finally, when everyone got used to sleeping and changing places, they stopped leaving.

The only thing worthy of praise during the trip was the food.

Unlike the standard nutritious meals designed by nutritionists in the children's school, the children ate buffets along the way.

You can eat whatever you like. For a picky eater, this is very pleasant.

The combined school trip is a handover between the children's school and the youth school. All teachers of the same grade participate, and there are fewer and fewer teachers along the way. When we finally reach the older children's school, all the teachers from the children's school have withdrawn.

Because the "minor school" for older children has limited teacher staff, social volunteers help manage these new students during the trip.

Lan Ze met a special volunteer. He was a monk. Probably because he had no income, he had to use volunteer work to offset his pension.

This short-haired man always wears a gray short-sleeved jacket. He used to be a doctor, so he served as the team doctor during the trip. Lan Ze saw him playing with a lancet. Someone fell down on the road and got dirty.

The uncle cut the skin and flesh out of the dirty gravel, and got out the dirt.

On the way, the uncle and he had some strange words between them.

It has been so long that when Lan Ze thinks about it again, he is always surprised that he can still remember it clearly.

Lan Ze still remembers the look on his uncle's face when he said he was observing the precepts. He was calm and peaceful. An Ning's eyes seemed to contain endless storms. He looked a little more ferocious than the young murderer in the reform school.

The Demon King wanted to know, what mistakes did "monk" make that prevented him from doing things that others could do? Or, who did he kill?

The uncle monk's answer was easy to understand for him at the time. But in later memories, the meaning became more and more erratic.

The uncle said: I can prevent myself from doing those things. This is where I am better than ordinary people.

The uncle said: I have killed someone, and that person was very arrogant and very timid. Every day, my heart is full of uneasiness, fear, and trouble. He is dead, but not dead, and he is right in front of you now.

The Demon King thought this uncle was very cool. Meeting this uncle was the only fun on the joint school trip.

While they were chatting, they were passing by a fast-flowing river.

The sky is gray, and the sun is hidden behind the thin shadow, like a dim moon, looming.

The bridge is an original cable-stayed bridge, and the wind blows from the high bridge.

The roar of the rushing river came from below.

Behind them were 11-year-old children walking in line.

In the past, when I went to a place like this, the devil always had the urge to kick a few people randomly and see how busy the teachers on the team were.

He hates all children who are called companions.

Companions, peers, roommates, classmates, the same, at the same time, it seems that all "sameness" makes him equally unhappy.

This time, he looked at all these annoying companions and resisted the urge to kick them. A thought suddenly came to his mind: If I don't do something, it's different. This is great.

The thought passed quickly.
Chapter completed!