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But now it is clearly a problem with everyone's coordination. The problem with coordination means that they have not been training according to the teacher's requirements during this period. The teacher has pointed out the direction for them, but they have not achieved the goal. Who can be blamed for this?
It's like telling someone clearly that as long as he moves in this direction, he will be able to drink water, but he refuses to move, and in the end he can't drink any water, and he even blames the person who showed him the way for not pulling him along.
It was Fujii who taught them how to walk last semester.
This is the first time that Akai Muzi has been a teacher. Although it is only for one semester, she has more or less felt this way.
The assigned assignments and goals were not completed, and the knowledge that should be remembered was not remembered, which ultimately led to a decline in grades.
In the end, we still have to blame the teacher for his poor quality.
Saying that the teacher doesn’t teach well.
The goals and directions were clearly told to you, but your grades dropped because you were lazy, and now you blame the teacher?
I'm so angry.
Fujii Itsuki let out a sigh of relief. "Actually, it was like this in Tokyo before. At that time, I came up with a plan to improve the grades of the class. But students have different ideas, and diligence varies from person to person. There are always people who want to be lazy and simply won't complete the goals I set. Obviously, as long as we practice well, everyone can live happily and comfortably. If you soften your tone, they will think that the teacher is not threatening and it's okay not to listen. If you put pressure on them, they will think that the teacher is too fierce and really annoying."
Akai Muzi couldn't help but sympathize with Fujii Itsuki and said to him in comfort:
"Probably, this is what a teacher does. This is my first time as a teacher, but I can understand your difficulties to some extent. Everyone has too many ideas, and teachers and students have different perspectives. When you convey the direction of study to them, they will only think that you are checking the results and treat study as a job. Obviously, the school club courses will not charge students a penny."
"Almost," Fujii Itsuki nodded in agreement.
"In fact, when I went to the United States, I was impressed by the good clubs in our school. Although our teachers were a bit strict and the goals we set were a bit high, they gave us real experience. Where else in society can there be such good things as clubs? Music is taught for free, and technology is learned for free. How can ordinary people find a way to learn for free in society? It costs a lot of money, not to mention that you, Fujii, are a genius who has won a gold medal. How many orchestras wanted to recruit you."
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After listening to Akai's words, Fujii Itsuki felt a little relieved.
He looked at Akai Muzi and said, "If you were my colleague in Tokyo, the pressure at work wouldn't be so great."
Akai Muzi smiled and said, "Is it that serious? Have you ever thought about committing suicide?"
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"Really?!"
"I ran to one side of Tokyo Bay, but it was so smelly, even more smelly than a dead fish stuffed in a rotten shoe, so I didn't want to jump."
Akai Muzi burst into laughter and kept patting him on the back, "Haha, Fujii you bastard!"
Fujii Itsuki toasted with her and took a sip of beer. It seemed that the pressure caused by the misunderstanding at work was relieved a lot.
"Actually, I'm most worried about Chitose right now. Chitose shouldn't have made that mistake this morning."
"What's up with her?"
"I made a mistake when I was playing measure 182."
Akai Muzi thought for a moment and remembered the content of that section, "Well, it is a bit difficult. It is the most difficult part of the piece of music. Chitose has five years of experience in playing the trumpet. She shouldn't make a mistake."
Fujii Itsuki thought for a moment and said, "I think it's probably because of Chitose's mental problems some time ago."
"Yes, you discussed Chitose's condition with me at that time. What did you think afterwards?"
"I have mentioned this to Chitose many times before. If you have any questions, you can ask me. There is no need to hide anything between us. You can also share unhappy things with me as your brother."
Akai Muzi took over the conversation: "But Chitose-chan is not actively talking to you now."
"Then I should take the initiative to find her and ask her what happened. By the way, I should also apologize to her for what happened this morning."
"It's not your fault."
"As a teacher, I will naturally be strict with her, but as a brother, I feel sorry for her."
Akai Muzi took a sip of beer and looked at Fujii Itsuki's face.
She suddenly felt a little nostalgic, missing the days when they were in high school and only worried about studying.
Now that he has entered society, he has been tempered in society for four years.
Fujii's face is now much more mature than it was in high school, but he also has a lot more pressure.
Oftentimes, there are hardships to talk about, right?
No wonder Fujii asked me out for drinks, maybe he also needed someone to talk to.
Akai Muzi put down the wine glass and looked into the glass.
My own reflection emerged as the beer bubbles dissipated, rippling under the orange light in the room.
I was probably the same, wanting to find someone to confide my feelings to, so I agreed to go out for a drink with Fujii without hesitation.
Akai Muzi saw Fujii Itsuki standing up, "Are you ready to go find Chitose now?"
"It's better to go early than late. Seeing Qiansui feel sad makes me sad too."
"You really care about your sister. Fujii, have you ever thought that she is a little frustrated right now? If you go over to comfort her now, she might confide her feelings to you directly?"
Fujii Itsuki smiled and said, "It's better to answer early than late."
"Do you want to refuse?"
"What do you think she would do if I rejected her outright and distanced myself from her in order to completely cut off her thoughts?"
"Probably going to the Otaru Canal."
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"Thank you for coming out to drink with me this afternoon. I'll pay for the drinks."
Akai Muzi raised her glass and said with a smile: "We are already in this relationship, why bother asking for thanks or not? It's just a small matter."
Chapter 70 Yes, you should face Brother Shu seriously!
When was the last time you were criticized by Brother Tree?
Chitose Yangkui hugged her legs, huddled up in her small bedroom at home, staring at her toes in a daze.
She probably remembered.
It seemed that one time she broke the promise she made to Brother Shu, had a quarrel with him, and then ran out of the welfare home alone.
She could no longer remember the specific reason, but she vaguely remembered that it was the only time she acted on her own will.
It was icy and snowy, and I was angry with Brother Tree.
At that time, I hated him a little bit in my heart. I hid in a corner and kept complaining to him, but I also secretly hoped that he could find me.
Yang Kui Chitose smiled. This was probably what they meant when children were angry.
But I waited for a long, long time.
Brother Shu didn’t show up.
My heart felt a little cold, but I was still a little stubborn and didn't want to go back to the orphanage, so I walked outside for a whole day.
By the evening, I was hungry and sleepy, and my clothes were covered in mud from accidentally slipping on the road.
Many people passing by looked at him with disdain.
I really hate this feeling.
So I found a corner next to a trash can in a place where there were almost no passers-by and huddled there.
The corner next to the trash can is narrow and smelly.
But it seems that only here can I find a little bit of home
The reason is probably because he feels that the trash in the trash can next to him suits him very well.
I am just like garbage, abandoned by others.
Although this place is secluded, there are still people passing by and seeing me throughout the day, a total of five people.
The first one was a middle-aged man. After seeing him, he turned around and walked away without caring.
The same thing happened to the second man.
The third and fourth were two young women. One of them seemed to have sympathy for me and wanted to ask about the situation, but because she was dirty, she was rejected and dragged away by her companions.
The fifth person was an old lady in ordinary clothes. When she saw me, she felt a little sorry for me. She came forward to talk to me and seemed to want to adopt me.
At that time, I had actually seen many people who wanted to adopt me in the welfare home, so I said the same thing to the old lady - "I have a heart disease that is difficult to cure, and the treatment will cost a lot of money."
After hearing this, the old lady stopped talking and no longer asked whether she was cold or warm. She just asked if she needed help to call the police.
Sure enough, everyone treats themselves the same
The police came and briefly asked about my condition.
They were very kind to me at first, but after I found out about my situation, they immediately helped me contact an adoption agency.
Even from this perspective, what the police did was quite reasonable.
But when I was a child, I only felt evasion and disgust from them. That feeling of deliberately keeping a distance from me reminded me of the time when everyone in the welfare home was unwilling to take me out to play because of my weak physical condition.
Dislike, dislike, all dislike
The world seems to despise me. If this is the case, I might as well find a trash can and disappear forever.
This feeling of alienation and rejection made me break down, and I ran away from the police again.
It was still snowing, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, but I was still huddled in the gap.
Pedestrians passed by one after another, and cars drove on the road one after another.
Every time a ray of light flashed across the road in front of the gap, my heart was always expecting something.
but
Sure enough, no one cares about themselves.
The body was shivering from the cold, and the feet were numb from the cold.
The heart too.
I curled up my body and kept repeating a few words in my mind. I am not loved by others. I am not cared by others. In fact, I have always been the same as everyone said. I was the child who was abandoned like garbage by my parents from the beginning.
until
A pair of hands touched his head.