Vol 10 Chapter 2108: private chat

I have to say that the 'chicken soup' sent by the chef is really effective, or that Han Dong himself can make this chicken soup look very effective.
After all, the monitoring clearly saw that Han Dong drank a large portion of the green chicken soup.
at noon the next day,
The doctor was surprised after examining Han Dong's whole body.
"It seems that the bowl of chicken soup you drank yesterday has a good effect on your body's recovery. It is recommended that you eat the same food for the next three days.
Your body has basically recovered, but I still recommend you stay in…

The words are not finished yet,
A red balloon has been stuffed into the doctor's brain.
"This is the discharge certificate for the two of you, go and have a good time at school."
"Thank you doctor."
When Han Dong and Mr. Newton walked out of the infirmary,
The doctors and nurses behind them waved their hands to say goodbye in unison, and the curvature of the corners of their mouths was basically the same.
…
As he has just been discharged from the hospital, according to the regulations, there will be no classes for the rest of the day.
"Nicholas, I'll go back to the bedroom to rest..."
Newton had to use this half-day to rest in his dormitory alone.
Since Han Dong drank the bowl of chicken soup yesterday, he has not eaten a grain of rice. After these short campus life, the "cleanliness" rooted in his soul was almost completely torn apart.
Han Dong did not force Mr. Newton to follow him.
Getting back to peak form is the most important thing.
Once the war begins, Mr. Newton is an indispensable fighting force. .
Han Dong returned to the teaching building alone,
Follow the dark corridor between the buildings to the depths of the teaching building.
In the dark "corner" there are also signs, and they are piled with kerosene lamps, representing a safe area.
Han Dong didn't sit on the fire to rest, and put on a kerosene lamp directly.
Go to the [General Office] indicated by the street sign,
The long passage was completely enveloped by shadows, and the light from the kerosene lamps could not be found half a meter away.
Until a closed and sealed iron gate blocked in front of me,
Han Dong, who is the "Warden", sticks to the door and can clearly feel a sense of imprisonment.
"Could it be that if teachers don't have a class schedule, they will be forced to be imprisoned in the office? Can I move freely only when the evening self-study comes? 』
When Han Dong was thinking,
The shadows in the hallway gathered behind him, and an arm without any touch was placed on Han Dong's shoulder.
With black mist on his lips, he said in Han Dong's ear:
"The teacher's office is a forbidden place for students,
Unless brought by the teacher himself, or for any special reason, it is forbidden to enter... And, it is class time, you should not be here.
If there is no reasonable explanation, you will be taken to the administrative building for punishment. "
Han Dong is naturally prepared,
Take out today's hospital discharge certificate and the eyeballs that the class teacher left between the glasses.
"I have just been discharged from the hospital, and I came here to return the [eyeballs] to Ms. Ayesha Sepulveda."
After a brief inspection, Sombra nodded.
"When you're leaving, just knock three times on the door."
After all,
The arm resting on Han Dong's shoulder turned into a black shadow film, which soon covered the whole body.
"Take a little push"
Han Dong's body crossed the iron gate and came to the quiet and bright office.
Similar to a large flat-floor office space.
Most teachers mark their homework in their relatively small office areas, or provide 'special education' to some students.
Only a very small number of teachers with a certain status have their own private rooms.
This naturally includes the head teacher,
And a rather special math teacher, Mr. Hermes.
When Han Dong approached the wooden door with the "Ayesha Sepulveda" nameplate on it, a wide crack suddenly opened.
A pale pupilless eye stared at Han Dong from the crack of the door,
"Mind Peep"
Check whether Han Dong is carrying any malicious objects or thoughts.
Of course,
Such prying is naturally impossible to truly see through Han Dong's 'brain'.
Checked correctly.
kaka~
The head teacher turned back to his middle-aged face,
"come in!"
When stepping into the private room,
Ka Ka ~ the door is locked in various ways, plus the shutters are closed,
at the same time,
The "second face" in the back of the head teacher's head has always been exposed, supporting a mental field to isolate the connection with the outside world.
"I've been discharged from the hospital so soon... and you're still coming to me directly, not just to return the eyeballs, right?
Eyeballs that have been soaked outside for so long are useless to me.
I'll leave it to you as a souvenir.
Come on, what's the matter? "
Han Dong showed a simple smile without any impurities,
"I just came here to thank the head teacher for taking care of me... I learned from the doctor that you were always by my side during my operation.
And, in my opinion.
Head teacher, you are a good teacher worthy of friendship, so I came here to chat with you, I wonder if it will delay your work. "
"The psychology course does not require any homework, and my tasks are also very easy, so I just read books in the office every day to relieve my boredom.
When I came to this school,
My connection with the original world was cut off.
For me, the only reliable relationship is "teacher-student". As long as it is my student, I will take care of them responsibly.
If you have any psychological problems, I am also willing to chat with you at any time. "
"Then I'll say it straight~ Teacher Ayesha, are you really willing to stay in this school forever?"
As soon as I asked this question,
Ayesha's finger is already hanging on Han Dong's temple,
There was a killing intent in his eyes, but this killing intent was only used for threats.
"If this sentence of yours is leaked, it is very likely to be suspected of rebellion, and the consequences are quite serious.
Everyone who comes to this school is a "loser",
If lost at the hands of others, death is the end.
But Mr. gave us the losers the right to continue living, and the outstanding people can also enjoy very good treatment in the school, such as me and this group of teachers.
In my opinion, this is enough.
I have long accepted the fact of defeat and am willing to pay a permanent price for it. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"Is it the concept of winners and losers? The principle of the head teacher is really strong."
Suddenly, Han Dong snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
More like the sound of balloons popping.
A clown holding a balloon floated directly behind Han Dong in physical form, like some kind of 'substitute'.
The sense of threat brought by it made the head teacher sweat profusely.
Instantly took a fighting stance, and at the same time put one hand on the alarm under the table.
"It's really you!
When you new students came to the class for the first time, I felt that some strange hidden individuals came with me,
The gym incident that night felt the same way.
You are obviously a [student], how could you bring your abilities into the campus when you were completely influenced by the preaching? "
"head teacher.
There are a few things I want to confess with you.
First, I didn't come to this school as a 'loser', it's just Mr. Teacher and what you think it is.
Second, the "methods" I am currently planting in the school are sure to overthrow the existing management regime.
Thirdly, I came to you because I think you are a good and reasonable teacher.
Since the head teacher follows the concept of winners and losers, I hope I can use the rest of the day to play a "psychological game" with you, just like you usually do in class.
This should be your area of ​​expertise,
If I can win the game, I hope you can calm down and listen to me talk about the overall layout and the predicament Mr. teacher is facing.
if i lose,
I will disclose all the methods that I have buried in the dark, and you will expose them to the principal one by one, and punish me, the wicked 'violator'.
how? "