Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Provincial Experimental High School.

After the morning exercise, Sun Yanxin, the homeroom teacher of Class 6, Grade 11, received the inspection score sheet and found that his class had been deducted 2 points.

One person was absent.

Tang Yisheng did not ask for leave and did not report for duty.

If you're not in class for morning reading, it will be considered an unexcused absence.

He planned to go back and get a fake sick note for Tang Yisheng.

Children in this age group are sensitive and have a strong sense of self-esteem.

Yesterday, Director Hu went a bit too far. If Tang Yisheng has any psychological issues, then as his homeroom teacher, he will be held responsible.

And indeed, it's a bit pitiful for Tang Yisheng, this student.

The purpose of punishment is to serve as a warning and guide students onto the right path, not to suppress them. If it were his own child, Sun Yanxin would dare to overturn the table in public with King Hu.

Whether Tang Yisheng was throwing a tantrum or his self-esteem was hurt, Sun Yanxin, as his homeroom teacher, did everything he could to help him get a leave slip and, incidentally, salvage the attendance points that had been deducted from his class.

After all, the grade head is the homeroom teacher's direct superior.

His father-in-law isn't even the top official at the school.

If he doesn't have enough backbone to back up his boss, what can he do?

however--

"Ms. Sun, is Tang Yisheng the student who is absent from your class?"

"Hmm, he might be..."

"Didn't ask for leave in advance? Then it must be an unexcused absence."

Sun Yanxin: ...

Hu Jinquan walked away with his hands behind his back. Sun Yanxin stood there for two seconds, stunned, before letting out a soft sigh.

"Let's go back to the classroom and see if the parents will call us soon."

Zhang Yanqing, the homeroom teacher of Class 8, patted Sun Yanxin on the shoulder.

Yesterday's incident, although not directly related to Zhang Yanqing, gave Director Hu an opportunity to make a fuss over his recklessness.

Honest people don't make excuses for themselves, and Zhang Yanqing felt somewhat guilty.

It's like they're ganging up on a child.

If the other person wasn't the head of the grade, he wouldn't have only dared to curse in his heart.

Between saving face and keeping his job, Zhang Yanqing chose the latter.

Adults weigh the pros and cons and respect reality.

As the morning reading session was about to end, Tang Yisheng slowly walked into the classroom.

The entire class's reading voices were momentarily silenced.

Sun Yanxin, who was wandering around the classroom, turned his head and waved his hand, signaling Tang Yisheng to return to his seat.

There was no criticism or inquiry, as if they already knew Tang Yisheng was late today due to other matters.

In fact, Sun Yanxin didn't know whether he should reprimand Tang Yisheng.

Thinking of Director Hu's assertiveness and "impatientness" just now, Sun Yanxin still couldn't bear it and decided to ignore Tang Yisheng's lateness.

I didn't participate in morning exercises because I wasn't feeling well, but I stayed in the classroom the whole time.

As long as you find a good excuse, it doesn't matter whether you actually get a sick leave certificate or not.

Tang Yisheng returned to the quarantine area and carefully stuffed his schoolbag into the desk drawer, as if he were moving a priceless antique porcelain vase.

Tang Yisheng did not tell Yang Jinjuan anything about what happened at school last night.

He knew that it was pointless to say anything.

Moreover, his mother was already exhausted from taking care of Song Zhiming, who was drunk and vomiting, so there was no need to trouble her with such a small matter.

Yes, it might also be a way of numbing oneself and comforting oneself.

In reality, perhaps, or, possibly, highly likely...

It's no use saying anything.

This morning, Tang Yisheng did not run laps, but he left home half an hour earlier than usual.

He rode his bicycle north from Gongyuanqianggen Street, crossed Dongguan Street, turned left again, and rode for about 3 kilometers to Xiaoliuxingtou.

At the northeast corner of the intersection of the north end of the road and Haiyanmen Street, there is a dilapidated and bloodstained courtyard.

Before dawn, they would slaughter pigs and then drive small trucks to supply supermarkets with fresh meat, reaching cold chain counters within a radius of more than 20 kilometers.

Tang Yisheng rode into the yard, just as a fat pig returned to its natural habitat to report for duty. A large aluminum basin, nearly half a meter in diameter, lay under the patina of the pig slaughtering rack.

Someone scooped out the congealed pig's blood and hurriedly left, and Tang Yisheng went over to them.

That was the purpose of his trip.

This courtyard will be divided in the future. The front half will be used to build a two-story building next to the road and rent it to an art exam institution as student dormitory. The back half will be used by Tang Yisheng's peers to continue their father's business and run a small private meat processing plant for several years.

Why is Tang Yisheng so clear about this?

Tang Yisheng knew the owner of that art exam preparation institution. For those two years, he would always have young girls to keep him company when he went out for dinner and drinks in the evenings.

Occasionally, I would bring warmth and refreshment to the dormitory for the sensible and well-behaved little sister, and over time I got to know the place better.

Professional pig slaughterhouses aren't as noisy as stereotyped. Skilled workers are familiar with the process and become numb to it. A young man running in doesn't really affect the people working at the bottom.

After staying up half the night, who has the energy and spirit to take ownership of the experience?

They were all eager to kill the last pig and go home to sleep.

Tang Yisheng took out a small plastic bag he had prepared in advance and collected the less than two ounces of blood from the large aluminum basin.

The blood from one pig can basically cover most of an aluminum basin. After it coagulates, it is removed, but there will always be a few tiny bits of blood that don't completely coagulate.

Tang Yisheng's demand was not large, and after waiting for others to kill one head and collect blood foam once, he had enough.

The prepared needle and thread were used to tie the small amount of pig's blood to two corners, and then the plastic bag was torn open to make two blood bags the size of a thumb.

In this emergency, since fake blood plasma was nowhere to be found, Tang Yisheng made enough real blood bags himself.

Because he was waiting for the meat processing plant to slaughter another pig, Tang Yisheng finished all this work before dawn, which is why he was late for morning reading.

Self-study ends early.

Tang Yisheng and Wang Min met up with Fatty at the stairwell, and the three of them went to the cafeteria for lunch.

Wang Min inevitably asked about Tang Yisheng's situation.

The fat man also became worried.

"Old Tang, the break between classes is so short, won't you feel like you haven't had enough time to beat people up?"

"beat?"

Wang Min was momentarily confused: "Seriously? You guys are planning to gang up on the headmaster during recess? That's a big deal! Aren't you afraid of getting expelled?!"

No, you little girl, are you really that ambitious?

What the heck is "seeing stars and being restless"?

That's probably a reflection of your own inner self.

Tang Yisheng glanced at the fat man again.

This coward probably thought he was going to beat up Jacky Duan, but after Wang Min "reminded" him, his face turned deathly pale.

"Old Tang, no, no, you wouldn't really, really want that... that grade head, would you?"

My lips were trembling.

"What if it's true?"

Tang Yisheng took a bite of the steamed bun.

The fat man panted heavily, "Yes, yes, or maybe we could find a burlap sack or something, so they won't recognize us?"

"You're really funny, doing this in broad daylight."

Wang Min pursed her lips: "You guys should wait until evening self-study, I can keep watch for you..."

Oh open!

Look at you, so excited and shameless!

Heroes come from all walks of life, and troublemakers are indiscriminate in their gender.

Tang Yisheng rolled his eyes.

This little girl is bursting with a sense of justice; she actually has such lofty ambitions.

I really underestimated her before.

"Yes, yes, yes, Lao Tang, let's skip the morning exercises and wait until tonight. I'll go home this afternoon to get a sack; I have some at home."

The fat man hurriedly tried to persuade him.

"Execute, carry out, do as you please."

Tang Yisheng curled the corners of his mouth.

These two little friends in front of me are so cute.