The aunt raised her hand to block Hu Peng aside, and got off the subway carrying an LV bag that was hard to tell whether it was genuine or not, and a canvas bag.

Someone next to him glanced at Hu Peng a few times, then lowered his head and scrolled through his cell phone.

Those who sit in chairs don’t know how hard it is for those who stand.

This is what happens on the subway during the morning rush hour.

There are still three stops to go to school, but Hu Peng is getting more and more nervous. If he still has time to get off at the next stop, he might be five minutes late. It’s just five minutes. Nothing big will happen in the class. Sometimes

He doesn't go to class at school, so the kids are fine, too.

If you get off at the next stop, you can take the subway in the opposite direction opposite, so you don't have to go up or down the stairs to go around to the other side.

This saves the most time.

Hu Peng got off the train at this station because of the same worries a week ago. The subway trains on both sides happened to arrive at the station at the same time. He got into the subway on the opposite side like a mouse. After returning home, although the door was locked well, he

He doesn't regret it at all, because if he didn't do this, he wouldn't be comfortable all day long and he wouldn't be able to concentrate.

This time, he struggled for a long time. When he finally arrived at the station, Hu Peng hugged his work bag tightly, rushed out of the subway, and squeezed in before the alarm sound of closing the door on the opposite side ended.

Someone else looked at him. Rushing into the subway car when the siren sounded was very uncivilized, unsafe and lacking in quality.

But Hu Peng couldn't control so much. After stepping into the subway in the opposite direction, Hu Peng finally took a breath.

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This is the fifth time that Hu Peng has been late this month. Although the start time is indeed earlier than that of ordinary company employees, teachers of Hu Peng's age should have been accustomed to such a schedule.

I have taught fifth grade students twice in a row, and this year is also my eleventh year as a teacher.

The male teacher, and an experienced male teacher like Hu Peng, is still very valued in the school. The admission level of the fifth grade graduates for two consecutive years has reached the entrance level of the city's first-class public primary schools. It can be said that the school recommends

His participation in the city's outstanding young teacher selection is well deserved.

But there are some problems with Hu Peng's recent state.

He read many medical books but could not find the cause. Maybe it was some kind of neurosis or hysteria.

On Google, he also searched for some articles from 2020. The articles were fragmentary, but the content was very consistent with his symptoms.

Ah, have you already called these weird things symptoms?

Since it is a symptom, it can be regarded as a disease to some extent. Since it is a disease, there is always a treatment. There is no need to hold on by yourself. Maybe it is just like a cold, just take some medicine. Otherwise, go to Kyoichi University Affiliated Hospital to register for treatment.

Just give it a try.

But are these symptoms really a disease?

If that forum had not stopped maintenance due to server issues, I would really like to leave a message and ask the owners of those articles what happened to them later and whether they have overcome those problems.

Hu Peng just came out of the school personnel office. He frowned, and he was still complaining in his heart. What age is this? Why does the school still need a place like the personnel department? Although it has long been renamed the human resources office, what are these administrative positions?

What is its role? It neither improves teaching standards nor creates any benefits for teachers. In the final analysis, it is a position to manage people, which is no different from the personnel department of my parents' generation.

It’s okay to be late for self-study in the morning, but because a child in the class today started vomiting on the bus to school because he ate breakfast too quickly, and he still vomited all the way to class, even though Hu Peng was five days late.

Minutes, but so many unexpected things can happen in school in these five minutes.

First, a first-grade girl named Liu Yitong told her deskmate that she wanted to vomit. Before she could finish her words, she vomited on her deskmate. The vomit turned into a bowl of egg drop soup on her dark blue suspender dress. The deskmate screamed in fright,

"Teacher, she vomited and vomited all on me."

There is no teacher, the teacher has not arrived yet.

At that time, Hu Peng was still debating whether to go back on the subway. He was a little impatient, but he couldn't get rid of his worry no matter what. The door should be locked. How could it not be locked?

What's more, even if there is no lock, there will be no thieves. Most people in broad daylight will think that the door of this house is not closed properly. What's more, there is a security door downstairs, and a password is required for entry and exit. Although there are only two households on the first floor, the neighbors next door seem to

I am always at home during the day, but often come back very late at night.

After all, who would forget to lock the door?

No matter how Hu Peng recalled the details, the scene when he locked the door was like a drawer being pulled out of his memory. All the scenes were in that drawer, and the drawer was sent to another space and could never be found again.

The more Hu Peng thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He was not married yet, and there was nothing he could steal at home. The most valuable thing was a laptop, but it was a model from five years ago. Even if he sold it now, it wouldn't be worth it.

A few bucks.

I don’t have much savings. After buying a house, I only have tens of thousands of dollars left in my bank card. But what about the bank card?

Hu Peng took out his wallet from his pants pocket. It was very troublesome to take anything in a crowded subway car. Taking out his wallet from his pants pocket was not an easy task.

Hu Peng almost adjusted his breathing several times, and took a deep breath. After thinking about the entire action process, he reached for his pants pocket.

He whispered sorry over and over again, but he actually didn't know which person he was greeting. Anyway, with any passenger as the center of the circle, circles with different radii can be drawn in the subway.

He turned his body slightly, so that when he raised his elbow, the outside of his arm would touch a boy who looked like a college student. There was always trouble when he met a woman, even if he said, "Ouch."

It would inevitably make him feel ashamed.

Who wants to touch you?

This is Hu Peng's heartfelt voice. Even if there are beauties crowded around him, his thoughts are completely in his mind, wearing tight swimming trunks and searching for the piece of memory shell.

Yes, the bank card is still in the wallet.

Hu Peng felt relieved for a few seconds. When the station announcement sounded, he hesitated whether to get off the bus. The person behind him asked behind him, "Can you get off?"

Hu Peng could only turn his body sideways to make way for the passengers behind him. There were still five stops before he got off, but Hu Peng's legs were tied with stones and he didn't dare to move even half a step inside. An aunt behind him couldn't stand it.

, Nosy said, "If you don't want to get off the car, just go in. Don't get off if you are blocked at the door. Do you know how to take the subway? You are a foreigner." The reader told me that this chapter is a repetition of the previous one. However, I didn't
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