Tulip Private High School was once famous in Zhonghai City because of its perfect facilities, enlightened systems and advanced concepts, but in recent years, it has been going downhill. It is not other reasons, but because after the school gradually became famous, leaders from all walks of life tried every means to stuff their children in. These people were of varying quality, and many of them were children of officials, and even the school management could not afford to offend them. They acted recklessly on campus and regarded school rules as if nothing had happened. Naturally, the school was getting worse and worse. Many teachers could not bear the bullying of students and resigned one after another.

The next day, on September 17, when the southern cities were still extremely hot, Liao Xuebing got up excitedly.

"The word "soul engineer" is simply tailor-made for me, and it's so appropriate. I, Lao Liao, is a college graduate. Isn't it easy to apply for a teacher position in a high school? Children, uncles are here to teach you." He thought happily: "It is my duty to save the fallen teenagers, and it is my responsibility to teach and educate people. This job looks very interesting. I stand on the podium to give lectures, correct homework after class, and that's all, maybe I can do it for a long time."

Shaved the stubble on my chin, combed my hair neatly, put on neat clothes, put on a pair of black-framed low-level myopia glasses, and looked at myself in the mirror, and it was really a bit gentle and elegant.

His car battery was broken and old, and its power speed was only a little faster than a real bicycle. It took nearly an hour to arrive at Tulip High School on Yuanhu Road. In front of the gate was an open land with few vehicles and unobstructed pedestrians. It was about four or five hundred meters away from the nearest road, which was enough to ensure the safety of students' traffic. It was obvious that the people who planned it at the beginning had a good vision. A row of sycamore trees were planted on both sides of the open land. It was September. When the wind in late summer blew, a few dead leaves were rolled up. Among them, a street lamp shaped like an 18th-century oil lamp was installed every thirty meters to form a boulevard with unique interest.

The roads outside the school alone are designed so charmingly that working in such an environment will definitely make people feel extremely comfortable.

Occasionally, one or two girls wearing black short skirts and white sailor suits were walking. Liao Xuebing couldn't help but whistle, almost forgot the most important content. The pure and cute high school girl is the most attractive.

Those girls with long shawls or small braids, with no makeup on their faces, have white skin and red skin, wear white cotton socks and sneakers, and carry small shoulder bags with cartoon patterns in their hands. They are really indescribable youthfulness.

"Even if I can't become a teacher, I will accept it. It seems that the choice this time is extremely correct." Lao Liao drove the car to a girl, gently pushed his glasses, and asked seriously: "Little sister, this is Tulip High School, right?"

The girl stopped and looked at him coldly: "Yes."

"Then you should be a student in the school, right?"

"Well. Uncle, don't you think your approach is out of date?" The girl ignored him and turned her head and left.

"I, I am only twenty-eight years old, are you very old? Hey, the little kids are too unkind now, right? No matter what, it will be great to work here." He mourned for a while, stared at the female student's twisting elastic butt for a while before walking to the school gate. Suddenly, his heart felt a sense of youth that had been hidden for many years. The little handkerchief given to him by the girl in the next class thirteen years ago, the love letter he had written secretly, and the small note he handed to his female deskmate in class. How naive and ridiculous it was at that time, but now he recalled it with a bitter sadness and a memory of past years.

"I must be a teacher!" He looked back at the Boulevard: "Goodbye, my gangster career!"

The gate is made of cement columns covered with marble and welded to the iron door. The style is very simple and more pragmatic than the luxurious gates of other schools. The marble is engraved with a solid foundation: Zhonghai Tulip Middle School. The pattern of seedlings growing and pigeons flying is vivid and interesting.

A notice was posted next to it, but half of itchy students were torn off. The remaining part could be vaguely identified as a recruitment notice, with the following words "Please go to the principal's office to negotiate."

After calming down, he walked in with his head held high. A head was poked out from the guard room. It was a gray-haired old man. He took off his reading glasses and looked at Liao Xuebing and said, "The school stipulates that it is not allowed to pick up children until the weekend holiday. Oh, really, you parents are too spoiled. Is it necessary to pick them up when you are all high school students? The school's security measures are very good, so don't worry about it! Go back quickly."

Liao Xuebing smiled awkwardly: "Uncle, I just graduated from college, so where did I get such a big child? I am here to apply for a teacher."

"Is that so? College students are developing so well now," said the old guard suspiciously: "Then come and register your identity."

"Uncle, your reading glasses are too low, it's time to change them." Liao Xuebing wrote down his name and address and said: "Uncle, if nothing unexpected happens, we will be colleagues tomorrow."

The old doorman looked at him with pity on the world: "Teachers are a arduous and challenging job, especially in this school, which requires great willpower. I wonder if you can bear it."

"I have always been pursuing stability and tranquility, but I also like to challenge it occasionally. Teaching knowledge to students and educating them on their ways of doing things is my lifelong ideal."

"Driving is not allowed in schools, you put your car in the temporary parking area over there."

To be honest, he only had the idea of ​​becoming a teacher last night because it was just a relaxed and stable job for him, which could relieve the psychological pressure of gathering more and more and fill the empty work in his heart.

When you enter the school gate, you will see a straight road in front of you, planting a sycamore tree that is more than ten meters high, and the golden crown covers half of the sky. Walking under the shade, the breeze is rippling, cool and comfortable, which is particularly refreshing. On both sides are wide playgrounds, on the left is a football field, with green grass, which must look very soft. A group of boys sweating in the sun and playing football, surrounded by an orange-red runway; on the right are basketball courts, volleyball courts, badminton courts and tennis courts, and there are horizontal bars and double bars and long jump sand pits on the side, with quite complete infrastructure.

At the end of the road is a seven-story teaching building, with a large clock about two meters in diameter in the center. Then there is the experimental building, office building, canteen, student dormitory, teacher dormitory, garden, fountain, corridor, sculpture, everything is better than Lao Liao's imagination. "Working in such an environment, I dream of it."

The annoying phone rang, and Liao Xuebing pressed the answer button and said impatiently: "Xiaobai, I am looking for a new job, don't bother me again, okay?"

"Brother Bing, the people from the bald party in Qianshui Street said that you injured their younger brother last night and threatened to come and smash the venue tonight. Their boss was very arrogant, and he said, and said..." Xiaobai felt very aggrieved--I have never seen a gang boss who is so eager to be a white-collar worker.

"Boss of the skinhead? It's Fukuhara's bastard, what did he say?"
Chapter completed!