Chapter 24 Class 8 Students Look Back
Li Aiju never calls her students "classmates". Since she graduated and entered the school, after the first day of teaching, she has always called her students "children".
Li Aiju always firmly believes that there are no stupid students, only irresponsible teachers.
"In ancient times, scholars must have a teacher. A teacher is someone who teaches and explains... "
In school, Li Aiju pays great attention to her appearance. She believes that a teacher is not just for the 45 minutes in class, but must maintain her appearance and ethics even after leaving school.
Most adolescent children are rebellious, sensitive and extreme.
Sometimes, you may be hurt by a teacher's unintentional words; sometimes, you may be influenced by the teacher's dress and appearance.
So she never wears high heels, makeup, or clothes that expose her thighs or arms, but she is by no means rigid or traditional.
Today, Li Aiju was still dressed appropriately, in a cream-colored suit, with her hair tied up in a bun, holding a lesson plan in her hand, and walking with steady steps.
Time has not left much trace of aging on her fair face.
With a youthful face and gentle eyes, he stood on the podium, like a cool mountain breeze, gently soothing the young and restless hearts below.
Li Aiju only wears a pair of pince-nez when she is in class, reading or correcting homework. Therefore, when she looks at people, she has to lower her head to avoid the obstruction of the lenses.
This appears friendly and kind.
Although she is nearly fifty years old and is the vice principal, since she came to Hongjiang No. 5 Middle School, she has insisted on teaching the worst class in the middle school, Class 8 of Grade 2.
There are a total of fifty-nine students in Class 8, which are the fifty-nine students with the lowest grades among all the students who were promoted from the first grade of high school in September last year.
In contrast, in Class 1 of Grade 1, the sixty students ranked one to sixtieth of the grade in the exam.
Li Aiju came to Hongjiang No.5 Middle School at the end of winter vacation, and the first half of the second year of high school had basically ended. She was quite disgusted with the current practice of dividing the students into top and poor classes.
They call it competition incentives, but in reality, it is only for the sake of the enrollment rate, for the sake of a few students who have the possibility of being admitted to prestigious universities, at the expense of the future of more children.
But she was an outsider and was unfamiliar with the school's spirit, management style and teaching methods, so she did not impulsively raise objections.
Only five days after arriving in Hongjiang, Li Aiju had basically understood the situation. As the winter vacation was approaching, she communicated repeatedly with several school leaders and finally put on the airs of the mayor's wife, and only then did she get the position of head teacher of Class 8.
Then she officially took over Class 8 three days before the final exam.
Recalling the first day she met the children of Class 8, Li Aiju's lips curled up into a smile. Those lovely children once again proved the educational philosophy she adhered to.
"How are you, kids?"
The whole classroom was silent. Fifty-nine pairs of eyes were staring at the podium. Those eyes were as gentle as a mother's. Eyes are the windows to the soul. For these high school students, most of whom are inferior and sensitive, they would rather believe what they see than what others say.
"It seems that you don't like me?"
There was a boy who spoke very quietly. Normally, this place was as noisy as a vegetable market. Normally, his quiet mumbling would definitely not be heard by anyone.
But today, since Teacher Li walked in, the classroom has become unprecedentedly quiet, and you can hear a pin drop.
He muttered "Like..."
The air in the classroom was suffocated for two seconds, and then everyone burst into laughter, and the boy who had been mumbling turned red in the face.
"Thank you! I like you, too! I swear, this is from the bottom of my heart, kids, I like you! So, do you like me?"
This time, they shouted in unison, shaking the rooftops, “I like it!”
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Li Aiju, Muzi Li, which means love in love and chrysanthemum in chrysanthemum. Do you think I look like a chrysanthemum in love?"
"Yes!" "The teacher is prettier than chrysanthemums!" "Does the teacher also fall in love?"
…
Li Aiju walked to the door of Class 8 and breathed in gently and slowly. This was her habit. She would always give the most beautiful and sincere smile to the lovely children!
In the final exam, it was impossible for Class 8 to make history, but after the results were counted, it was well deserved.
Li Aiju did not announce the results. She made a request that no teacher should provide students' results to others, let alone rank them, especially Class 8.
Half of the second year of high school has passed, and half of high school has passed. There is not much time left for the children in Class 8, and there is not much time left for her either.
We must fight for time and seize every minute and every second.
During the winter vacation at the beginning of 1995, the students in Class 8 were different from previous years. None of their parents received test scores or rankings. Instead, they received a few comments from the new head teacher:
"Parent of student XXX: He (she) is the smartest child I have ever seen! I believe he (she) will become a useful person to society and the country! Li Aiju, head teacher of Class 8."
Ma Xiaowu is the most famous troublemaker in Class Eight and even in Red Five. He falls in love early, smokes, fights, has tattoos, drinks, grows long hair, bullies classmates, extorts money... Anyway, he doesn't look like a student at all. He can be more like a street thug.
When Ma Xiaowu received the report card from his father, he was stunned for the first time. He didn't know what the other classmates' comments were, and he was too lazy to guess how other classmates felt when seeing such comments.
He just stared blankly and didn't say anything.
The next day, he didn't go out to fool around. Instead, he sat at home, changing channels with the TV remote control until there was a knock on the door and Li Aiju appeared in front of him.
There were no extra words, just a notice: "During the winter vacation, the teacher really wants to be with you. Since I am not familiar with you, I am sorry to bother you. I hope it does not affect your vacation."
On the fifth day of winter vacation, all students in Class 8 of Grade 2 entered the classroom on time.
From that day on, the students of Class 8 of Grade 2 picked up textbooks that had long been unfamiliar to them.
During the make-up classes, every time after the class, Teacher Li Aiju would bow and say sincerely, "Thank you."
When she said this for the first time, Ma Xiaowu lowered his head and tears welled up in his eyes.
Teacher Li doesn’t look at the textbook or the lesson plan during class. There are only a few pieces of chalk on the podium. This is blind teaching. All the knowledge that needs to be taught has long been absorbed by her and evolved into a whole set of teaching styles that only suit her.
There is no serious and dull preaching, only in-depth and easy-to-understand analysis, combined with things around students, which constantly stimulates their imagination. In those fantastic stories, knowledge, like spring rain, silently nourishes the young students' thirst for knowledge.
Today is the second half of the second year of high school, the day before the midterm exam.
Li Aiju gently pushed open the classroom door and was met with fifty-nine pairs of admiring eyes.
"Kids, how are you today? Is anyone having a bad day?"
"Teacher Li, we love you!"
This is a unique greeting from Class 8 of Grade 2.
In the beginning, no one was willing to stand up and admit that they were in a bad mood or in a bad state, until Teacher Li called out their names one by one and comforted them with words, and then the depressed students finally boldly told the reason.
Starting from the first one, Class 8 of Grade 2 has formed a good learning atmosphere: keep a happy mood and devote yourself to learning every day, and learn happily.
Just like the greeting above, the tacit understanding between teachers and students, if everyone thinks they are good, they will shout out the self-written answer: Teacher Li, we love you!
"So, the teacher has always been a chrysanthemum in love. Thank you everyone! Tomorrow we will start the midterm exam. Our whole class has chosen science. No one wants to leave Class 8. We are a whole, a team. In the past, others thought that Class 8 was a poor class. Haha, after several months of hard work, the children told me, are you good?"
“Not bad!!!” The roar was like thunder and full of vigor.
Li Aiju pointed out the window with a smile, "Starting tomorrow, let's give them a big surprise!"
Joyful laughter echoed in Class 8.
The three-day intense exam finally ended, and everyone in Class 8 was waiting outside the windows of the examiners, without exception.
Until the end of evening self-study, all the teachers in the school worked continuously and finally completed the grading of the papers.
Class 8 of Grade 2 really surprised all the teachers and students in the school!
The principal held the report card in his hand and the ranking specially made by a teacher, and said in amazement: "When the students in Class 8 turned around, they scared the cows to death on the roadside!"
Li Aiju walked to the podium of Class 8 and looked at the pairs of eyes full of expectation. She smiled and said, "The principal said that when the students of Class 8 turned around, they scared the cows to death on the roadside!"
Fifty-nine students raised their arms and shouted "Yeah..."
"Ma Xiaowu, total score 458! Amazing, world-class progress! Applause!"
Ma Xiaowu lowered his head, tears falling for the second time...
This time, Li Aiju deliberately posted the rankings. Among the top ten in the grade, there is one student from Class 8. Among the top fifty, there are seven students from Class 8. And among the top 200 students in the grade, there are all students from Class 8!
In other words, according to the college entrance examination admission scores of previous years, all 59 students in Class 8 were admitted.
Ma Xiaowu was walking on the way home. After leaving the classroom, he swore in his heart that he would definitely get 500 points next time!
Several figures flashed before his eyes, "Xiaowu, I heard that you have become a good woman?"
Ma Xiaowu's eyes wandered, not daring to meet the visitor's gaze. His face turned pale, and he called out in a whisper, "Third Brother."
"It's great that you called me Third Brother. We deserve our brotherhood. I heard that you started studying hard, and I'm happier than anyone else! This is what I really think! I've lived my whole life without a single college-age buddy. Sometimes, when I think about it, it makes me damn sad."
The third brother is a short and thin man in his twenties. He wears a black stretch vest and has a tiger head tattooed on his left shoulder. Although he is thin, he is quite strong if you look closely. He has a crew cut and looks very imposing.
Ma Xiaowu lowered his head and said nothing. This child never liked to explain. Even when he suffered a great injustice, he never tried to defend himself. For this, he was often beaten by his father.
The more violent, the more silent.
Hei San walked forward and patted Ma Xiaowu on the shoulder. "Xiaowu, Third Brother has no other intentions. Today is the last time we will get together before your college entrance examination. From tonight until the end of the college entrance examination, none of Third Brother's brothers will come to see you. There is only one condition, you must, must get into a prestigious university! Can you do it?"
Ma Xiaowu raised his head, looked at Heisan firmly, and then nodded slowly.
Hei San laughed happily, turned around and ordered the henchman behind him, "Did you hear what I said?"
"Yes, Third Brother."
Hei San took Ma Xiaowu's arm and said, "Let's go and drink with Brother San tonight."
That night, more than twenty people got drunk at a night snack stall. A little girl that Ma Xiaowu used to play with took him home and stayed with him.
The next day, the long-established biological clock woke up Ma Xiaowu, who was hungover, on time.
Looking at the girl beside him, he felt helpless. He quietly got up, turned off the lights, and after washing up, he took his schoolbag and went out. As usual, there would be a day's meal on the table.
He left the house, feeling the morning breeze and feeling dizzy from the hangover. Just as he closed the door, he saw a person out of the corner of his eye. He was not sure.
After a careful look, three or four seconds later, Ma Xiaowu rushed over, picked up the curled-up Heisan, and ran away.
Heisan was stabbed at least a dozen times, and his dark red face turned pale. Ma Xiaowu's tears burst out, and he ran wildly while panting and searching for a vehicle.
But the streets were particularly deserted in the early morning. At this time in the past, Ma Xiao would stand under the street light outside his house, at the place where Heisan fell, reciting English.
This is a habit he develops every day.
Why did Hei San come here? Why didn't he knock on the door? Why did he fall under that street lamp?
The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken Ma Xiaowu felt. His chest felt like it was being torn and twisted in pain, and his heart and liver were trembling with pain.
"Car...car! Help me..." The roar burst out of his mouth, running wildly on the street after five in the morning.
Heisan woke up and felt himself moving, and felt a hot chest, and something dripping from above, he didn't know if it was rain or tears.
"Xiaowu..."
Ma Xiaokao stopped suddenly, panting, "Third brother, hold on! Go, go get a doctor..."
Heisan held the collar tightly in his hands to stop Ma Xiaowu from speaking, with a strange smile on his face. He didn't seem sad at all because of the knife wounds on his body, as if those wounds had nothing to do with him.
Hei San's eyes showed relief, "Put me down, don't worry, I won't die."
Ma Xiaowu was still panting, "Who did it?"
Hei San didn't answer, but pointed at the light coming from a distance and said, "There's a car."
Ma Xiaowu gently put down Hei San, stood up and walked towards the car lights. The sky was getting brighter, but the lights were still dazzling. It should be a small car.
The sound of the motor sounded steadily and slowly approached. When it was next to Ma Xiaowu, it suddenly buzzed and rushed forward like an arrow from a bow, brushing against his body.
Ma Xiaowu opened his mouth wide and his eyes became round. He felt like he had lost his breath. His pupils kept dilating, as if he had left the world.
This was a Hummer. The revolver rolled over Hei San's neck and chest. With two "kua kua" sounds, Hei San was crushed into two pieces.
His entire chest was flattened, with his broken sternum sticking out from his armpits, stained with blood, and shivering coldly in the wind.
The wild sound of the Hummer's engine faded away.
“Third brother!!!”
Ma Kaowu rushed over and wanted to help Heisan up, but his hands were in the air and he didn't know where to start.
Blood gurgled out of Heisan's mouth and his lips twitched. Ma Xiaowu quickly leaned over and put his ear close to him, "University... University... Student..."
His head tilted and he died completely.
The street cleaner who was sweeping the street in the distance suddenly came to his senses, threw away his broom, screamed, and ran away like a headless fly.
More than ten minutes later, a police car finally drove over at high speed, and Ma Xiaowu was forcibly pulled away by two plainclothes officers and taken away from the scene.
Next is the on-site inspection by the public security department, and then confirming the cleaner's confession.
It’s 9:30 in the morning, time for physical exercises.
Li Aiju received a phone call from the criminal police team and hurried to the Public Security Bureau.
Pushing open the interrogation room, Ma Xiaowu sat on a chair with a wooden expression, staring at the water cup in front of him, trying to see through the chemical molecules in it.
Deputy Director Shen Fuzheng, who is in charge of criminal investigation at the Public Security Bureau, accompanied him personally. A school teacher, even the vice-principal, could not invite such a big shot as him.
But since the mayor's wife was coming in person, he had no choice but to come.
After reporting the case to Li Aiju in detail, I felt a little relieved.
The mayor's wife has not been in Hongjiang for long, but her popularity is no less than that of the mayor. Hu Jianguo served as the acting mayor for three months. At the new session of the People's Congress held in mid-March, he was successfully named and officially elected as the mayor of Hongjiang Municipal Government.
Li Aiju took the initiative to transfer to a famous dregs school in Hongjiang City, and chose the most chaotic and worst class to be the head teacher.
In just four months, a bad student who was sentenced by fifty-nine people was saved and became a proud student.
Such people are not just news, they are miracles!
"Director Shen, are you sure this case has nothing to do with Ma Xiaowu?" Li Aiju asked for an answer again.
Shen Fuzheng pondered. According to the cleaner's account, the course of events was basically clear. Now he needed to further investigate why Ma Xiaowu and Hei San appeared on the roadside. The relationship between the two had been basically verified. After all, a man like Hei San was considered a numbered person in the police station, with a large criminal record.
