Chapter 47 The teachers are all emo

The after-school time plus the lunch break left Chen Xiaoxin with less than three hours. In these three hours, he completed a story of about 5,000 words, which included the polishing and conception of the story. Unless he wore the red shorts outside, it would have been impossible to do it!
Teacher Yang was the first to come back to his senses. He looked at the serious Chen Xiaoxin and asked in confusion, "You wrote a story today? When did you start writing it?"

“I came to school to write it.”

Chen Xiaoxin walked up to Mr. Yang, the Chinese teacher, and handed him a few manuscripts. He casually said, "If High School Literature World wants manuscripts, you can give them this story. It's almost in the form of a short story, telling the story of a young man's struggle."

When Teacher Yang got the manuscript paper, he glanced at it roughly. The neat handwriting was quite beautiful, and he was even more confused. How could it be unbelievable that five thousand words could be written in three hours and the handwriting was so perfect?

One time
All the teachers in the office rushed over and cast their eyes on the manuscript paper, and then the same question popped up in their minds.

"that."

"Teacher Yang, I'm going back to the classroom first. Math class will start soon and I still need to attend the lecture." Chen Xiaoxin said in a low voice.

Teacher Yang was stunned again, looking at him with a confused face, and asked curiously: "Your math is so good that only Yan Xiaoxi can compare with you. Do you still want to continue attending classes?"

Chen Xiaoxin pursed his lips and answered seriously: "Whether my math grades are good or not is different from whether I go to class or not. I think listening carefully is the best way to show respect to the teacher, and this respect has nothing to do with grades."

it is good!
What a good student!

A model student!
After hearing what Chen Xiaoxin said, all the teachers present were moved, and at the same time they were angry at the students in their classes who didn't listen to the class well. Chen Xiaoxin's grades were so good, but she still listened to the class well. Those students with poor grades and who didn't listen to the class were simply... simply... ouch! It was really infuriating!

"Oh"

"Then you should go to class quickly." Teacher Yang reacted and said hurriedly to Chen Xiaoxin.

Then Chen Xiaoxin left. Watching him leave, the teachers felt extremely complicated. If all students had the same awareness as Chen Xiaoxin, why would they worry that their grades wouldn't improve? Even if his grades didn't improve, based on his efforts, they would be happy and proud of him.

"Ugh"

"It would be great if all the students were like Chen Xiaoxin!" A teacher sighed and said to himself with emotion: "If all the students in my class could be like him, I would rather shorten my life by ten years!"

"ten years?"

"I am willing to shorten my life by 20 years!" Another teacher said indignantly, "Now I am angry when I think about it. I just taught something the day before yesterday, and asked about it in class yesterday. I really didn't know until I asked. I was shocked when I asked! Half of the students answered that they didn't know. I... Sigh——"

The unbearable memories attacked every teacher present again. Everyone's face was filled with pain and helplessness, as well as a hint of hysterical struggle.

The sad atmosphere did not last long, and everyone's attention returned to the manuscript paper. There were five sheets of paper in total, and each sheet was densely written with words. But because of the neat handwriting, it did not look messy. On the contrary, it had a pleasing feeling.

"Ouch!"

"This handwriting is so beautiful!" A female teacher present liked Chen Xiaoxin's handwriting very much and couldn't help but praise it: "Except for those who have practiced calligraphy, it seems that few people can write better than Chen Xiaoxin."

Of course, the words are secondary. What is important is the content. All the teachers are looking forward to what kind of content Chen Xiaoxin, who was able to write "Rose", can bring this time.

The content of the first page was spread out flatly on the table. The teachers in the entire group leaned over and focused their eyes on the black words on the white paper. In just a moment, everyone's heart trembled, and their eyes were filled with astonishment and disbelief.

What a tragic story! What a powerful story!

After just reading half of the page, everyone felt the meaning that Chen Xiaoxin gave to his words. There was no showy content. Not even a trace. It was all ordinary narration. However, it was this simple way that seemed to be closer to one's soul.

After calming down the surging emotions, continue reading. After finishing the second page, the story of the first paragraph is finished. This story mainly describes despair, but in the end there is a glimmer of hope, just like a hand desperately pressing a ball, pressing it to the limit of explosion, and then suddenly the hand bounces away.

The office was extremely quiet, with only the sound of heavy breathing. Everyone looked at each other, and found the same shock in each other's eyes.

If you don't have any more words, continue to the next part of the story.

Just as imagined, the protagonist really felt hope after experiencing despair. He thought this hope would last until the end, but he never expected to find more despair in hope, which was even stronger than the previous despair.

this moment,
The teachers couldn't hold it in any longer and had to vent their unhappiness.

"What on earth does Chen Xiaoxin want to do?"

"This story is really too despairing. It is equivalent to destroying a living person directly in front of others!" A teacher frowned and complained helplessly.

Teacher Yang also frowned. He liked the plain and simple writing style, but the content of the story was a little unpleasant. But soon he felt something again. But it was so illusory. Suddenly he figured it out.

“Fight.”

"Chen Xiaoxin said that the story is written around struggle." Teacher Yang pursed his lips and said seriously: "Have you noticed that the story has been constantly struggling from the beginning to now, fighting against reality, fighting against fate, fighting against illness, and fighting against pain."

Speaking of which,
Teacher Yang paused and continued, "Although the overall story is very depressing, it is also very moving, warm and exciting. It's the kind that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Combined with the content of the article, Mr. Yang's point of view was quickly recognized by everyone, and then we continued to read the last part of the story, which was also the end of the story.

However.
When everyone sees the protagonist of the story constantly experiencing hope and greater despair, and finally squatting alone in a corner, he seems to be dead, but also seems not dead.

For a time,

The teachers were all made to look emo.

(End of this chapter)