Chapter 193 Corporal Punishment!

"Yes." Wang Zheng nodded seriously.

"Why?"

"I funded this Hope Primary School."

Wang Zheng's words are undoubtedly like a blockbuster, which makes Song Ziye look more at the man he has entrusted.

With ability, stories, ideals and love, no one will be moved by such a good young man. Those who have been moved will be more moved.

In the campus, the two five-story teaching buildings seem to be quite imposing. At this time, the primary school students are in class, and there will be a loud reading sound from time to time.

"This hope primary school can solve the problem of a thousand migrant workers' children' difficulty in studying." Wang Zheng stood outside the school gate with a bright look in his eyes: "Of course, this is nothing more than a drop in the water for the whole China. But I can do as much as I can.

Song Ziye's eyes were equally bright: "How many schools have you built?"

"There is another one in the north of the Nanjiang River, which is now under construction." Wang Zheng raised his chin slightly, squinted at the teaching building, and said, "It only took half a year from design drawings to approval to completion. In China, this is a very fast speed."

Song Ziye held Wang Zheng's hand and looked at him with burning eyes. At this time, the image of this beloved man in her mind was a little taller: "You let me see another you, another you that others can't see."

"I think I'm very lucky to see you like this."

Song Ziye's voice is very gentle, and his eyes are also very gentle, so gentle that Wang Zheng wants to sink into it and never come out again.

"Actually, a person's strength is really too thin. I just do my best. I can see my shadow in these children, so I want to help them."

Song Ziye smiled affectionately and then said, "Let's go in and have a look."

"Okay, I haven't seen it since the start of school." Wang Zheng said, "I just contributed to the construction. In the later part of teacher recruitment, I left it all to the local education bureau. Of course, they don't know my name, and only the local deputy mayor in charge of education knows me."

"Why don't you leave your name? If it is changed to Wang Zheng Hope Primary School, I'm afraid those children will be grateful to you when they grow up.

"You know I don't care about this." Wang Zheng smiled and greeted the security guard, and then led Song Ziye into the school gate.

The new cinder runway, the new teaching building, and the sound of reading give people a high-spirited atmosphere. In it, Wang Zheng also felt that he was several years younger.

Walking in the corridor next to the classroom and looking at the children sitting in it, Song Ziye's heart was filled with warm emotions.

"The efficiency of Yicheng's education system is really high. I'm afraid it won't take long from the recruitment of teachers to the start of the whole school." Song Ziye praised.

"The deputy mayor in charge of education and I are old acquaintances. Naturally, we should be polite." Wang Zheng is also very satisfied with the operation of this Hope Primary School.

But at this time, a discordant voice suddenly came.

"This application question is so simple. Stand up if you don't do it right!" A middle-aged woman stood on the podium and knocked heavily on the podium with a bamboo pole in her hand.

In a class of 50 people, more than 20 people suddenly stood up.

The children who come to this school are all the children of migrant workers, all wearing the old clothes of their brothers and sisters, and the skin on their faces is not as white and tender as that of children in big cities.

There is nothing we can do. The children of the poor are in charge of the family early. The so-called life comes into contact with them too early, which also makes these children familiar with their body and mind earlier. Going to school is a very luxurious and happy thing for them.

Since it is happiness, you can't make it sad.

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you will never have a long memory!" The middle-aged female teacher was slightly fat, with her hands on her waist and said, "Such a simple question always makes mistakes and lowers the average score of the class. When can you make me worry!"

The female teacher walked off the podium, picked up a boy's ear, pulled and twisted it fiercely, pulled the boy's body crookedly, grinned with pain, and his ears were all red.

Song Ziye looked at the cold air.

Middle-aged female teachers twisted their ears one by one and twisted more than 20 primary school students one by one. Some timid girls were directly scared to cry. His ears were red, and some male students wanted to rub their ears, but were stopped by the female teacher.

"Don't rub your ears. I want you to have a long memory. You haven't heard of the knowledge you have lectured. What does long ears do? Is it used to drink porridge?"

The students were not afraid to come out, but Wang Zheng clearly saw that there was a trace of anger in the eyes of several male students.

"Is such a teacher also a teacher?" Song Ziye was angry and said, "I'm going in to stop her."

"Wait a minute." Wang Zheng's voice was a little low: "These teachers have been recruited. It is estimated that there is a deep discrimination against these children of migrant workers. If it's not their own children, they won't feel sad."

At this time, the middle-aged female teacher walked to the back row and saw a boy holding his right cheek, but his eyes were closed. Obviously, she fell asleep in class.

The female teacher was so angry that she picked up the bamboo pole in her hand and slapped the boy!

"I let you sleep in class, and I let you sleep in class!"

The female teacher pumped without hesitation. The little boy was woken up and did not dare to hide. He only held his head with his hands and gritted his teeth.

Because he knows that if he avoids, the consequences may be more serious.

"Do you want to sleep? I'll let you sleep enough!" The female teacher pumped more than a dozen times. I guess she was tired, so she slapped the table and said, "Wu Xiaoqiang, stand up!"

"Don't we go in and stop it? That's a primary school student. Let her fight like this? Does it hurt?" Song Ziye couldn't help it.

"Wait a minute, there must be a reason why this child sleeps in class." Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes and stopped Song Ziye.

The little boy named Wu Xiaoqiang didn't say a word. He stood up and lowered his head.

"Take off your coat and get out! Don't you want to sleep? Now go out and freeze, and I'll see if you can still fall asleep!"

There was a trace of pleading in Wu Xiaoqiang's eyes, but after seeing his teacher's disgusting expression, he still took off his cotton-padded jacket and turned his face and walked out.

Outside, but the temperature was close to zero, Wu Xiaoqiang was wearing a thin sweater. As soon as he came out, he shivered.

"Hen up against the corner!" The female teacher pumped another whip and shouted angrily.

The cold wind roared outside, and Wu Xiaoqiang was blown through all of a sudden, and his whole body was trembling with cold.

However, the female teacher did not show any pity, and another teaching whip hit Wu Xiaoqiang's hand, leaving a blood-red mark.

"Freeze a lesson for me, I see if you still can't sleep! The son of a migrant worker is just not promising!" The female teacher turned around and entered the classroom and slammed the door heavily.

Hearing this sentence, Wang Zheng clearly saw that the cold eyes of this boy named Wu Xiaoqiang showed cold eyes, and Wang Zheng's eyes were also extremely cold.

Song Ziye quickly ran over and was about to take off his new down jacket and hand it to Wu Xiaoqiang.

However, Wu Xiaoqiang shook his head and refused Song Ziye's kindness.

"Tell me, why do you sleep in class?" Wang Zheng came over and bent down slightly. His voice was warm and his eyes were warm.

Wu Xiaoqiang's nose has been frozen. He looked at Wang Zheng stubbornly, and then turned his face to look at the teacher. After finding that the other party did not pay attention to this side, he whispered, "I'm too sleepy."

"Didn't you sleep well at night?" Wang Zheng continued to ask.

Song Ziye was a little anxious and wanted to put clothes on the little boy, but was stopped by Wang Zheng with his eyes.

Wu Xiaoqiang said, "Have a good sleep."

"Then why are you still sleepy during the day?"

"Because I got up too early in the morning."

"Why do you get up so early?"

"It's cold and the road is frozen. My mother fell and injured. I went to deliver milk for her in the morning."

"What time did you get up? How many milks have been sent?

"I got up after three o'clock and sent 137 families." Wu Xiaoqiang's voice was flat.

"How old are you this year?" Wang Zheng's eyes are very warm.

"Eleven years old."

"Come on, put it on and follow me back to the classroom." Wang Zheng took off his coat and put it on Wu Xiaoqiang's patched sweater.

Hearing this sentence, a trace of hesitation flashed in Wu Xiaoqiang's eyes.

"It doesn't matter. Go back with me."

Wang Zheng patted Wu Xiaoqiang on the shoulder and said, "Go back to have a good class."

And Song Ziye, who was beside him, was already red in his eyes. She has never seen an 11-year-old boy begin to shoulder the burden of the family. In the capital, many second ancestors over 30 still do nothing, enjoy the dans of the second ancestor, and live heartlessly under the shade of their parents.

Comparatively speaking, a boy like Wu Xiaoqiang seems to be more like a man.

"But the teacher hasn't let me go back yet." Wu Xiaoqiang sucked his nose. In just a few minutes, he had been frozen all over, but fortunately, Wang Zheng's thick coat brought him a lot of warmth.

"What a good boy." Wang Zheng smiled and said, "Let's go in with me."

Wu Xiaoqiang was suspicious and finally nodded and turned around silently.

The teacher's door was opened. When the female teacher saw Wu Xiaoqiang appear in front of the door, she couldn't help saying angrily, "Who let you come back? Get out of here!"

Wu Xiaoqiang looked at the teacher and did not answer, looking very calm, because there was another warm and powerful big hand on his shoulder.

Wang Zheng appeared behind Wu Xiaoqiang and said with a smile, "I'm Xiaoqiang's brother. Hello, teacher."

The female teacher was a little suspicious and looked at Wang Zheng and Song Ziye. She didn't seem to believe that the man and the beautiful woman beside her could have anything to do with Wu Xiaoqiang, the son of a migrant worker.

"Are you his brother?"

Wang Zheng said, "Yes, teacher, can you let my brother go back to class first?"

PS: Regarding the issue of corporal punishment of students, I wanted to write something as early as when the child abuse incident broke out in Wenling Kindergarten, and it has been delayed until now. At that time, it was really full of righteous indignation. As for this incident of twisting ears, it was also often experienced by Flame in junior high school. At that time, he was too honest and stood up every time he made a mistake. I still remember the feeling of his ears being twisted and made a sound, sweat.