Because he didn't sleep well at night, Wu Jiajun's head was always groggy that day, and he obviously felt that his body was heavy and lightweight, as if he was stepping on a soft cotton ball, although the weather was beautiful that day, Wu Jiajun's mood had been in a low state.
In order to successfully pass the five levels and cut six generals in the basic skills competition of the class teacher tomorrow, as long as he has free time this morning, Wu Jiajun was busy searching for speeches and classic red stories about "My Class Teacher View" from the Internet, searching and searching, and none of the articles satisfied Wu Jiajun. Led Er to copy the knife to write by himself, but his heart is very lazy and he doesn't want to write, even if he writes, a man like Wu Jiajun who uses his studies to pick up girls has no ink in his chest, and his brain is full of tofu scum, so Wu Jiajun can't write a decent article after thinking hard and racking his brains to write "My Homeroom Teacher's View".
Hey, Wu Jiajun was born with a big tongue, he doesn't speak well, he always stutters, and he even sings out of tune, compared with those beautiful homeroom teachers who teach Chinese subjects, Wu Jiajun knows that he has lost a lot at the starting line. Wu Jiajun was forced to put on the shelves by a director surnamed Pei of the Moral Education Department, and he felt that he was already a hero if he was able to participate in this class teacher's basic skills competition with a thick skin and bravery.
When downloading the speech of "My Homeroom Teacher's View", Wu Jiajun felt sincerely afraid, afraid that the content of the articles searched by the participating homeroom teachers from the Internet would be exactly the same as the articles he downloaded from the Internet. In order to prevent similarities, Wu Jiajun specially found the worst speech, randomly added the names of several students in the class, and added a story about a student named Sima Guang smashing the cylinder, which looks a bit original.
In the vast sea of the Internet, the classic red story is not easy to find, Wu Jiajun searched for a long time on a certain website, and found a small story of the Zunyi Conference, but the content is relatively long, and the 4-minute speech time makes Wu Jiajun have to spend a lot of time to delete this long and smelly story. Because he was worried about the interrupted network at home and didn't know when it would be restored, Wu Jiajun was not in a good mood, and after the revision, he planned to go to school the next morning and recite the speech script and the red classic story carefully.
In the afternoon, I called the maintenance department of the network operator, I don't know when the staff came to repair the home network, when registering the home address number, I learned that there are other owners in the community where he lives, and it seems that the problem with the home network the afternoon before should not be Wu Jiajun's bare cat is sick or the network is about to expire and is forcibly shut down. That night, Wu Jiajun dragged his tired body back home as usual, and couldn't wait to turn on the computer, and finally saw the network return to normal when he tested the network speed.
This sudden disconnection of the Internet made Wu Jiajun deeply realize that he must not say "yours, where to work" when picking up girls, and to say "flower girl's, what kind of work you do" in the future. However, at this time, there is still one thing tightly entangled in Wu Jiajun's fragile heart, that is, tomorrow's homeroom teacher skills competition, when he thinks of this, Wu Jiajun really wants to say "Tomorrow, I will die, I will die."
Because the morning before, Wu Jiajun spent a few times on a certain website on the issue of "My Class Teacher View", and felt that many "My Class Teacher View" were general talks and did not combine the actual situation of students. The next morning, on the way to work, Wu Jiajun pondered that it was best to sacrifice some precious time to write a few sentences briefly, even if he coped with things perfunctorily, Wu Jiajun had to be seriously involved. Struggling to squeeze onto a No. 168 bus bound for school, Wu Jiajun found a window seat and sat down, and continued to think about the content of this afternoon's speech.
At the station of the fifth district, a tall woman dressed in red got on the train, walked straight to the empty seat next to Wu Jiajun in the afterglow of Wu Jiajun's eyes, and sat beside Wu Jiajun. Probably because of being too close, Wu Jiajun could clearly feel the body temperature flowing from her body and smell the strong smell of perfume emanating from her body. The flowing body temperature and the strong smell of perfume were very important to Wu Jiajun's life, and he was so confused for a moment that he could no longer calm down to conceive the speech of the day.
After the first class in the morning, I took the time to write my original speech on a discarded workbook, and then typed it out on the keyboard. After the materials are ready, you should find a place to practice well, especially the crappy Mandarin, you should practice more, but thinking that almost all the class teachers participating in the competition are passionate and beautiful colleagues who teach Chinese, will it have a substantial effect if you practice a few times with a duck-like voice?
Forget it, it's better to chat with Zhuzhu who is far away, after all, this day is Zhuzhu's birthday, and Wu Jiajun only has one chance to wish Zhuzhu a happy birthday in a year. In the morning, when lunch was approaching, the chairman of the school trade union, Mr. Mi, walked into the office and gave Wu Jiajun a form, asking Wu Jiajun to convene the teachers of the grade group to put forward constructive suggestions on the school's directional commercial housing allocation plan, and repeatedly told Wu Jiajun, the parents of the small union family, to put the overall situation of the school first, and persuade most of the teachers in the grade group to agree to the school's plan.
In an instant, Wu Jiajun's mood dropped to zero, and he was not even in the mood to participate in the upcoming class teacher's basic skills competition in the afternoon. Even if he can win the first place and win the grand prize in the district and city class teacher skills competitions on behalf of the school, can Wu Jiajun, a teacher with a low professional title and a short teaching experience, get the equal treatment he deserves? Wu Jiajun can't complete this thing that Old Man Mi explained, but fortunately, there is a member of the small family of the trade union in the grade group, and Wu Jiajun unceremoniously kicked this hot potato to a beautiful colleague surnamed Zou.
Although this matter was transferred out by Wu Jiajun by playing a clever trick, he felt uncomfortable and had no mood, and Wu Jiajun lost his enthusiasm in the afternoon class teacher's basic skills competition, and he didn't even have the most basic nervousness.