On the Chinese Valentine's Day, I wish you all a happy Valentine's Day!

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"Okay, Erwa, I won't talk to you too much. It's getting late. I have to hurry back. I still have to go back tomorrow. School will be busy." Yang Bin looked at the time on his phone. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, so he didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly stopped talking.

The emergence of the super principal system cannot diminish Yang Bin's concerns about the start of school tomorrow, because so far he still doesn't know how he should do it. The classroom has not been repaired, and the students' textbooks have not been settled at all. Even Yang Bin still doesn't know how many students are coming to class. It turned out that according to the above plan, all high school students in the town would be rejected. But today, such a thing happened, and the students' stay and whether they stayed or not became an unknown number, perhaps one or two, or perhaps none.

No one can tell this matter, and you don’t know what will happen to you after tomorrow. Yang Bin can’t be sure, nor can he let it go. Only by returning to school and looking at the classroom can Yang Bin feel a little comforted. Perhaps this is the fate of a person. If you get a super system, you will always be unable to be happy.

Time is slowly turning, and the journey home is far away, but it finally has an end. Yang Bin lay in his dormitory that was still able to shelter from the rain, looking up at the starry sky, worried about gains and losses, and didn't know where to go. What happened during the day flashed in front of his eyes like a slide, and Yang Bin never forgot the last wretched smile of Wan Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan is too sinister, just a thin piece of paper, and it makes people feel restless as if he is hitting people. If he gets angry with the town, then he will definitely die? What will the people in the town view him tomorrow? He continues to believe that he should be, and glares at him, a person who doesn't know how to advance or retreat? Yang Bin thought a lot. He didn't know what his ending would be. Perhaps he would be nothing after tomorrow, just a little bully who is scolded.

Slowly, the night was tossing and turning, and they were all thinking and worried. Perhaps it was because of the experience of too much this day, or perhaps it was because of the back and forth that day that Yang Bin was exhausted. Whether it was worried or anxious, he could not resist the fatigue that came from his body in the end. It was not until after four o'clock in the morning that Yang Bin slowly fell asleep.

The star of dawn flashed, and a rooster crow opened the blockade of the night. The phone beside the bed started to make a fuss, and it was only six o'clock in the morning. But Yang Bin dared not delay. Even if his head hurts or his body is not adapting, he still chose to get up. He touched the night before dawn, cooked, washed his face, prepared a registration book, etc. Anyway, he just wanted to make himself busy and didn't want to stop by himself.

This is the first time Yang Bin has started his teacher's life, with expectation, fear and perhaps a little excitement. However, before this state has lasted for a long time, he suddenly heard a trick sound.

"Dong, dun, dun"

"Who?" Yang Bin quickly walked from the desk to the door and asked.

"Xiao Yang, open the door, I am Yao Shuming." An old man replied in his voice.

"Oh, it turns out that it is the old mayor. Why are you here so early?" Yang Bin quickly opened the door, welcomed the old man with white hair into the door, soaked a cup of jasmine tea, and asked.

The old mayor's real name is Yao Shuming. He served as the mayor in this town for more than twenty years. He was an absolute old comrade. Zi/Tong Town is surrounded by mountains and lacks road traffic. That is, the so-called town is a small village with a small village. A dirt road runs through the entire village. Several old office buildings in the early days of the liberation are the center point of the town. There are no rich people, and the most are merchants who come to collect game and agricultural and sideline products.

"Xiao Yang! I can't do it if I don't come! Yesterday afternoon, I received a notice from the town that the high school in our town is no longer within the jurisdiction of the county, and said that it was given to you. I also said that if there is anything in the future, the county will not be responsible. What is going on with Xiao Yang? Why will a good high school become yours?" The old town mayor sat at the table with a puzzled look on his face, and he was anxious. He finally waited for a teacher and was about to be happy, but who knew that such a thing happened again. This school is not the country, and the county is no longer responsible for this school. What should the children do? Should they go back to the county to go to school again?

"Hey! What do you mean by the old mayor? The things inside are too complicated. Even if I say it now, can you believe what I said?" Yang Bin's heart skipped a beat when he heard the old mayor's words. He thought that his sister's troubles finally came. He shook his head but did not explain much. He had not been here for a long time, but he had been dealing with the old mayor for a long time. Yang Bin knew clearly how the old mayor was. How could the empty words of his white teeth make an old comrade who had worked for many years believe it?

"Why can't you believe it? I'm old, but I'm open-minded. If you say it reasonably, why can't I believe it? Xiao Yang! You can just say it whatever you should say. Don't worry about my thoughts. I'll just listen to you explain the matter clearly. Since I got the notice yesterday, I have been suppressing it. Do you want to hide it all the time?" The old mayor looked at Yang Bin and said sincerely. When he received a call from County Mayor Wan yesterday, he had been thinking about this issue and rushed to the school to ask the matter clearly, but found that Yang Bin was not there. In order to figure out this matter, the old mayor came over in the dark again before dawn today.

"Oh... Old mayor, I... I really didn't think about hiding your meaning. Actually, this is the case..." Yang Bin began to hesitate and slowly narrated why the school became his personal, why the school has not changed at all and is still worn out everywhere. The narration was slowly full of bitterness. Since he wanted to recite the infamous, Yang Bin also recognized it. However, the facts cannot be buried. It should be told to a sensible person. Even if he is criticized by thousands of people in the future, he will be willing to recite it.

Time flies in the narrative, and the sky outside the house begins to gradually brighten. The old mayor sits at the table where Yang Bin usually eats, looking at the promise book covered with red marks, holding the teacup made of tea in both hands, making a gulp. The old man has lived in this mountain for decades, and his life is clearer than ordinary people. He does not say that Yang Bin understands 100% of his personality, but he knows 100% of his efforts for the school these days.

A young man gave up the prosperous city and taught his own town alone, with passion only for the children in the mountains. In order to repair the school these days, he almost stepped through the gates of the town, begged himself and found other colleagues. Do you think you shouldn't believe the young man in front of you? If the reason is not sufficient, then look at the attitude of the county toward this town. A hardened road has been talking about many years ago, and it has not yet arrived in the town. How many times have you been to the county government office and how many times have you found the county magistrate named Wan Qingshan? It turned out that every time he said that the county has no money, and going to the county is just a difficult situation.

Well, we have to endure the road construction. Why do we still have to forget a school now? It is hard to be a passionate teacher? The country said many years ago that no matter how poor you are, you cannot be poor in education, and no matter how hard you are, you cannot be miserable in children. Do they do this to drive the people in the town crazy? Do they have no conscience? Twenty thousand yuan may be a lot for the town, but it should not be a big deal for the county. You should be able to get all the things together!

"This group of dogs! Xiao Yang, don't worry, I'll go to the county later. I'll give up this old face and I'll get you back the school's repair money." The old mayor looked angry. While comforting Yang Bin, he had already cursed the group of people who eat people but don't spit bones in his heart.

"Old mayor, please save money! Now that this school has been assigned to me by the county, you can ask them some reasons to shirk them. What I am worried about now is not the money issue. The top priority is that I am more worried about how many students will register. This school is so bad, it will cause great doubts and misunderstandings to parents and students. Compared to money, this is the key to the problem." Yang Bin said worriedly. Looking at this dilapidated school, there is really no reason to let students stay here.

"Hey! Xiao Yang, it's really hard for you. But don't worry, there are many people in the town and there are still many people who want to give me a little bit of a thin person. Today I don't go anywhere, I'll sit here all the time. If they have any questions, I'll help you explain. After you settle all the students, I'll help you to reason." The old mayor thought about it and agreed. Whether it's money or the restoration, children are the most important thing for going to school. There is not even a single student. What's the use of you when you build this school?

The old mayor's words made Yang Bin excited for a long time. He didn't expect that an old comrade who had worked for more than 20 years would believe what Yang Bin said. Is this a kind of trust or a kind of sympathy? Yang Bin could not judge. However, Yang Bin was moved by the old mayor's support for his work. He really didn't expect that there was a discerning person in this mountain who could see the truth clearly and help him without hesitation.

"Thank you, mayor, thank you!" At the end of the speech, Yang Bin's eyes were filled with tears. It was said that men would not cry easily, but they were not sad. These days, Yang Bin suffered more grievances than he had since childhood. He could tolerate it because he had faith, ideals and hopes in his heart. The feeling of helplessness always tormented Yang Bin's will, and the heartache from time to time at night may have been on the verge of collapse.
Chapter completed!