"There is a fish in the North Sea, its name is Kun, Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is..."
In the morning reading class the next day, Li Huangxuan read the text aloud.
Zhuang Ziang unfolded the paper and silently wrote a self-criticism.
It was fun yesterday, but if you do something wrong, you should accept the punishment.
Sure enough, before the get out of class was over, the head teacher Zhang Zhiyuan came.
"Zhuang Ziang, come with me to the office."
The classroom office was very quiet, only three or two teachers were preparing lessons at their desks.
Zhang Zhiyuan unscrewed the thermos cup and drank a sip of wolfberry tea.
Before he could speak, Zhuang Ziang took the initiative to hand in his self-criticism.
A full thousand words, freshly written, the ink was not dry yet.
Quoting classics, the writing was brilliant.
"Zhuang Ziang, do you know what you are doing? Teacher Wu reported to me that you are still reading novels in class, and she is very disappointed with you!" Zhang Zhiyuan slapped the table.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I know I was wrong. I will also admit my mistake to Mr. Wu." Zhuang Ziang said sincerely.
"You are the best student in the whole grade. Now you have done such an outrageous thing. As your class teacher, I feel very sad."
"You are not only irresponsible to yourself, but also to your parents and teachers. You have set a very wrong example for your classmates."
"Don't think that you can fool around by writing a self-criticism. I don't think you have realized your serious mistake at all."
...
Zhang Zhiyuan spitted and scolded Zhuang Ziang.
The deeper the love, the more severe the blame.
He didn't want the best student in his class to go astray.
Although Zhuang Ziang was scolded, he felt very happy in his heart. He could clearly feel the teacher's concern and love for him.
It's a pity that he may not be able to repay this teacher's kindness.
Finally, when Zhang Zhiyuan said he was tired and started drinking tea again, Zhuang Ziang had a chance to talk.
At this time, several other teachers also left.
There were only two people left in the office.
"Teacher Zhang, I asked for sick leave the day before yesterday, and you approved the leave application."
Zhang Zhiyuan was stunned: "Are you okay?"
"Teacher Zhang, you are my most respected teacher. I don't want to hide it from you, but can you keep it a secret for me?" Zhuang Ziang's eyes were red.
"You...what do you mean?" Zhang Zhiyuan realized that something was wrong.
Zhuang Ziang calmed down, then took out the diagnosis from his pocket, spread it out, and placed it in front of Zhang Zhiyuan.
Zhang Zhiyuan glanced at it quickly, and his expression changed drastically.
It was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in his ears.
"Impossible, this must be a misdiagnosis, Zhuang Ziang, don't worry, the teacher will take you for a reexamination, it must be a mistake, it must be a mistake..."
Zhuang Ziang shook his head: "Teacher Zhang, it's not a misdiagnosis, I started to have nosebleeds half a year ago."
"How could this be? You are only eighteen years old!" Zhang Zhiyuan couldn't accept it.
Although everyone will face death, it should be a very distant thing for the young boy in front of him.
He still has a lot of brilliant life to experience.
"Teacher Zhang, I will only tell you this, please don't tell others. I don't want to be sympathized and pitied. I just want to live the last three months as I please." Zhuang Ziang pleaded.
"You didn't even tell your family?" Zhang Zhiyuan was surprised.
"No." Zhuang Ziang shook his head sadly: "I went to the hospital alone. What's the difference between having family and not having family?"
As a class teacher, Zhang Zhiyuan knew that Zhuang Ziang's family situation was a bit complicated.
He couldn't even figure out how such a bad family could raise such an excellent child.
Even facing life and death, he could be so indifferent.
Zhuang Ziang bowed deeply to Zhang Zhiyuan: "Teacher Zhang, I know I was wrong about what happened yesterday, and I will never do it again."
Zhang Zhiyuan's nose was sour: "It's okay, the teacher doesn't blame you. If you don't want to go to class, you can come to me to ask for leave."
He can understand that Zhuang Ziang grew up in such an environment, and he must have suppressed too many negative emotions in his heart.
At the critical moment of life and death, it is human nature to want to release it.
As a class teacher, I don't care enough about my students.
If Zhuang Ziang's condition was discovered earlier and he received good treatment, would there be a chance of turning around?
"Teacher Zhang, I don't want to be the class monitor anymore, you can choose a new classmate!"
"Okay, you have to relax, don't have any pressure, cooperate with the treatment, and don't give up until the last moment."
Zhuang Ziang picked up the diagnosis from the table, folded it again, and put it in his pocket.
His movements were very slow, as if he was completing some kind of ritual.
"Zhuang Ziang, I can keep this a secret for you for now, but I will still inform your parents when I think it is necessary." Zhang Zhiyuan's mood was very complicated.
He could understand Zhuang Ziang. He was unwilling to tell his parents about such a big thing. How desperate he must be.
But the teacher's duty made it impossible for him to keep this a secret.
"Thank you, Teacher Zhang. I may have failed you in your cultivation." Zhuang Ziang bowed to Zhang Zhiyuan again with tears in his eyes.
"No, you have always been the student I am most proud of." Zhang Zhiyuan choked up.
Zhuang Ziang is such an excellent student. He has always won glory for the class and the school.
In the future, he will be a very outstanding talent in society and will have great achievements.
It's a pity that God is jealous of talents.
"By the way, which class was the girl with you yesterday?" Zhang Zhiyuan asked.
"Teacher Zhang, did you see her too?"
"Nonsense, I chased you two miles."
Zhuang Ziang was ecstatic when he heard Zhang Zhiyuan's answer.
The conversation with Li Huangxuan last night made him doubt for a while, thinking that Su Yudie was his fantasy.
Since Zhang Zhiyuan also saw her, it proves that she really exists.
She is a living person.
That little butterfly is not his dream.
After the excitement, Zhuang Ziang asked again: "There are only 22 classes in our grade, right?"
Zhang Zhiyuan asked doubtfully: "Of course, why do you ask this?"
"That girl is from Class 23."
"You little brat, are you kidding me?"
Zhang Zhiyuan deliberately exaggerated his beard and glared, trying to make the atmosphere less sad.
Try to look at Zhuang Ziang with a normal perspective.
As Zhuang Ziang himself asked, not sympathizing and pitying him is the greatest respect for him.
"Teacher Zhang, if there is nothing else, I will go back to class."
"Let's go!"
Zhang Zhiyuan waved his hand.
When Zhuang Ziang walked out of the office, his emotions that had been pent up for a long time finally broke out.
The thermos cup in his hand was smashed hard on the desk.
The man in his forties cried until his eyes were red.
After Zhuang Ziang came out, he did not go back to Class 9 directly, but climbed up the stairs.
He went up to the fifth floor and confirmed with his own eyes that Class 22 was the end.
Little Butterfly, who are you?
Where are you from?