The principal continued: "That's right, the principal's office is in charge of personnel and archives, and I have two assistants responsible for assisting me in handling these daily affairs. They have archived your files and notified the relevant departments." Liao Xuebing cursed in his heart: "There is also an assistant, why haven't I seen it? Is he a beautiful sister? The principal, the old pervert!"

The principal did not take his face seriously: "In addition to the principal's office where you are now, the school has three main departments, namely the teaching department, the teaching and research department, the general affairs department, and the management of all the work of the school. Yesterday, Director Qiu was the director of the student training department under the teaching department, responsible for students' ideological and moral education matters." Liao Xuebing saw a table pressed under the glass of his desk, which was written with all the department structures, like a pyramid. From the top, the board of directors, and then the principal's office, which was divided into the teaching department, the teaching and research department, the general affairs department, and the teaching department were divided into the library, the sealing department, the academic affairs department, the student training department, and the laboratory. He thought to himself: "The principal has a lot of power, and he is not an ambitious person again, right?"

The principal also said: "I have held a small meeting with the Minister of the Teaching and Research Department. After careful research, considering the lack of teachers in the second and second grade class, I decided to let you serve as the class teacher and Chinese teacher. Xiao Liao, although you do not have any experience in managing students, being a class teacher is very challenging and a test for you."

Liao Xuebing didn't know what it felt like, but it was a mess anyway. He understood the meaning of the three words "class teacher". It was to be responsible for the moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor of the whole class. He asked about his well-being. He had to visit the students when they were sick, and he had to talk to him when they were unhappy. He had to visit him at home when his grades were not good. There were tasks every semester. If the students' average grades declined, they would be deducted from their salary. He also had to organize participation in sports games and evening parties held by the school...

"Principal, isn't it good? I'm seriously inexperienced now, how can I take on such a heavy burden? I'm afraid my slender shoulders can't support it."

"Haha, I believe your ability is recommended by Director Qiu. As the saying goes, "Self-rewarding the wise and do not avoid relatives and enemies. He has always had prejudice against you, but he can actually say such words. I underestimated him before, but I didn't expect that he had such a large capacity." The principal took a cup of tea and thought to himself: "The tea that Lao Qiu sent last night was indeed the best!"

Qiu Daqi... It's you again. Wouldn't you just stuff you into the trash bin? Damn, I'm not done with you...

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the principal agreed and smiled and said, "This is the student file of Class 2 and Class 2. Your office is in the teaching and research department on the second floor of the office building. The student transcripts and teacher comments of the class are all there. If you have nothing to do, go and get familiar with it. The formal class will start tomorrow."

Liao Xuebing was in a dark mood: "I am a third-rate university student who has been chasing in society for several years. I didn't know anything and pushed me to the forefront. Is the old guy messing with me? Alas, it's hard to find a job now, so I still admit it. I will try my best to teach Chinese classes first." Momo held a pile of files and found the office building.

The office of the second floor teaching and research department is very empty - most teachers are teaching. There are about 60 square meters of space, divided into ten small grids, with tables and stationery respectively, and there are automatic water dispensers and air conditioners next to them. There are several charts on the white walls. Everything is not much different from the company's office. This is the dedicated office for grade directors and class teachers of each class, and other teachers in another office.

Several people sat in the corner reading newspapers crossed their legs, looking leisurely as if they were turtles basking in the sun on the beach in the afternoon.

"Hey, man, which table is the second and second grade class?" Liao Xuebing asked with difficulty.

The man looked up and saw him holding a taller than himself and shaking the file bag and said, "Oh, are you here to take over the job of Teacher Chau in the second grade of high school? The assistant principal just sent your information. He was the second table by the window. He was exhausted just now, right?" Having said that, he had no intention of coming forward to help.

"Thank you, may I ask about your surname?"

The man said, "You're welcome, I'm a surname of Song, Song Yuhao, the first grade director of high school, and also take physics classes." He looked at him meaningfully: "The principal asked you to be the head teacher of the second and second grade class. Do you have any special means to manage students, right? Second and second grade class is the class that our school can test teachers best."

"Where are there..." Lao Liao felt that he could not do too high his posture and said humbly: "I just graduated from college and have never been a teacher. It's a coincidence that the principal gave me this opportunity. It's such an honor. Please ask Director Song for more advice in the future."

"Ah? Haven't been a teacher?" Song Yuhao was stunned, and then laughed exaggeratedly.

Liao Xuebing found the table and sat down, carefully checking what class his ex left to him.

There were 46 students in the class, including 20 boys and 26 girls. After reading the distribution of desks on the general table, he randomly took out a file to read it. Oh, this boy named Guan Muyun is a problem student. His father is a doctor, his mother is at home, and his family is in good condition. However, from the first year of high school to now, he has been absent from classes for more than 30 classes, and he is late and leaves early for more than 100 times, and has participated in the fight twice, all for trivial matters, and he has been caught smoking. His test scores are all the best, and no subject is passed.

He took out his notebook and wrote Guan Muyun's name: "After getting familiar with the students, I will talk to him personally. I have to teach him well so much. A great boy should not fall into depravity. Hehe, the principal saw that I had outstanding abilities, so he should not have to take the teacher qualification exam." While fantasizing about how to be kind to the fallen boy, he opened another file.

Zhong Bai, male, sixteen years old, lives in Liushu Lane, Yinxing Road, Beicheng District. He skipped 65 classes, was late and left early, and failed the exam results - a few points worse than Guan Muyun, who was the first to be the leader. These two kids should be the most difficult thorn in the class?

First, I deny the idea of ​​applying the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty, and then think about what to do if I am not good at ideological education? Open the third file, there were two problems in the class that the students had already made him restless, and the third child made him sweat even more. This girl named Fan Xueying actually had records of extorting money from classmates several times...

Liao Xuebing did not look closely. He looked at the fourth file and found that there was no record of violation of discipline, but he had never passed the exam. He was really shocked at this time and continued to check the information of other students. There were more or less problems. It was just a trivial matter to read novels in class and read them while sleeping. It was common for them to be late for absenteeism, and there were many fights. What good class was Qiu Daqi recommended to him, and what kind of mess was the ex left behind?

He began to understand Song Yuhao's regretful eyes, which was to feel sad for himself. Such a class could be taught well unless all the students reborn.

Liao Xuebing lit a cigarette and fell into deep thoughts. Occasionally, a very molded smoke ring was sprayed out, which could not arouse his excitement. He found the key of the storage box in the drawer, which contained a large number of captured students' items, including an mp4 music player, a fashionable mobile phone, a love letter with endless love, and even a eavesdropping device. At the bottom was a photo, which was a group photo of the whole class. With the fountain in the central garden as the background, facing the gentle evening sunshine, everyone smiled and bloomed like flowers.

"It looks so innocent and cute. I didn't expect that no one is motivated, but it's a pity." I thought to myself: "I can't even say I have to bite the bullet and do it. With my qualifications, I won't be able to teach them to be murderers."

Song Yuhao on the other side didn't know what interesting news he saw in the newspaper, and laughed and said, "Awesome, awesome, I admire him."

Liao Xuebing said: "Director Song, have you won the grand prize?"

"Where is it? Here I say that a junior high school girl was playing sex games with four boys at home, but was knocked out by her parents, haha."

"Damn it, it's really morally degraded." He despised Song Yuhao in his heart: "This old guy is obviously a pornographic pervert. What's the point of being happy with watching that kind of news?"

He thought he was new to him and should have a good relationship with his colleagues, so he also smiled lewdly: "It would be better if he made a small movie." But he smiled very reluctantly. Seeing that he was worried, Song Yuhao said, "Xiao Liao, do you have this tune?"

"No, no, I just mentioned it casually and ask you, Director Song, for more advice."

"Hey! I heard that Teacher Qin, who teaches high school geography, can surf the Internet. His computer has many good movies. If you have the opportunity, you have to ask him to study... Cough! Xiao Liao, the campus is sacred, we must correctly guide students' healthy and upward thinking."

Why did the words change so quickly? It turned out that the footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged woman with a serious expression came in.

"Teacher Yang, the bell hasn't rang after class? Why are you back?" Song Yuhao asked.

"Get some documents. Lao Song, did you have no classes in the morning?" said Teacher Yang.

"There is no class yet, I will introduce you to you. This is a new teacher Liao Xuebing. He has just graduated from a prestigious university and is preparing to serve as the head teacher of Class 2 of the second grade. Xiao Liao, this is a third grade higher mathematics teacher Yang. Although he is not in the same grade group, you should also help each other more."
Chapter completed!