dognovel Chapter 1884 Then why is there still toilet paper?
Chapter 1884 Then why is there still toilet paper?
Children in the mountains don't have televisions, cell phones, or nearsightedness, so even if they are assigned to seats in the back, the tall ones can still see the blackboard clearly.
The first period was a Chinese language class, teaching a.
Zhang Ran picked up the chalk and wrote "a" on the blackboard. There were no problems when teaching them to read it, but all sorts of problems arose when they were asked to write it.
When textbooks are distributed, the school gives the children two notebooks, one for Chinese homework and one for math homework. But just one night later, some children lost their notebooks!
Some children forgot to buy pens; some didn't have the money to buy pens; some didn't know how to sharpen their pens with a knife; some brought everything but couldn't write, so they cried loudly or angrily tore up their notebooks... The classroom was in complete chaos.
Zhang Ran: “…”
boom!
She slammed her hand on the lectern, and the table fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
The children were so frightened that they all fell silent; even the most mischievous and noisy child dared not cry.
Zhang Ran looked down at the collapsed lectern: "..." She didn't do it on purpose, she just accidentally used a little too much force. This damn lectern, who knows how many years it's been used, it's so fragile!
Zhang Ran dealt with them one by one. Those who didn't bring their notebooks didn't have to write yet; those who didn't know how to write didn't have to write either, she would teach them herself later; those whose pencils weren't sharpened, she would sharpen for them; those who tore up their notebooks were dragged by the ear to the back of the classroom as punishment.
The children dared not even cry, for fear that a single cry would shatter the teacher's desk into pieces.
"Write carefully. If you don't know how to write, read it aloud. I'm going out for a bit. Anyone who dares to leave their seat will be punished when I get back." Zhang Ran called on Xinghua's name and told her to come out with her.
"Teacher, I didn't mean not to write. I didn't have a pen. My mom sharpened a charcoal pencil for me." Xinghua followed Zhang Ran out of the classroom in a panic, taking out the 'pen' her mother had sharpened from charcoal in advance from her schoolbag.
Seeing Xinghua's little hands stained black with charcoal, Zhang Ran paused for a moment. "I called you out because I have something else to ask you. Is there a small shop in the village? Do they sell notebooks and pencils?"
"I sell everything, teacher, I'll take you there." Xinghua carefully put down her charcoal pencil and quickly ran ahead to lead the way for Zhang Ran.
The convenience store was like a general store; it sold everything.
Zhang Ran bought notebooks, pencils, erasers, and a small knife. When she saw toilet paper, she bought some and put it in the classroom to prevent the children from running out of toilet paper and either tearing up their notebooks or simply not wiping their bottoms, which she couldn't stand.
When the female shop owner learned that Zhang Ran had bought the items out of her own pocket for the school children, she immediately rounded down the price. After all, it was a small business, and she only made a small profit.
Back at school, Zhang Ran spotted the principal loitering in the corridor. Seeing her return, he quickly approached and asked, "Where have you been?" He was worried about the college student's first day of teaching and always kept an eye on her.
When he finished teaching the fifth grade, he came over and the sky fell down! Teacher Zhang was gone, but the lectern was scattered all over the floor. When he asked the children, they said that Teacher Zhang had smashed it with a single palm strike!
The principal stared at Zhang Ran's palms with a strange look, suspecting that she knew kung fu. Otherwise, how could Teacher Zhang have broken such a sturdy lectern on her very first day of class, when he had used it for several years without it breaking?
“Some children didn’t bring their notebooks, and some didn’t bring their pencils,” Zhang Ran explained. “I went to the convenience store and bought some stationery to give to the children who didn’t bring their own so as not to delay my class.”
The principal noticed she was carrying a large bag and asked in confusion, "Then why is there toilet paper?"
Zhang Ran explained helplessly, "It's not because I'm worried that the kids won't have toilet paper to tear up their notebooks when they go to the bathroom."