Love

Chapter 6

It's not just a flying table. Now a group of children who have just fought run downstairs together. . . No, it called two children running away, and one of them was hit in the face, and their face was bruised, and the corners of their mouths were hit, and their heads were hit. I knew I had just been punched, and when I ran to find Somorn, I immediately ran over and hid behind Somorn.

"'Professor, help us! It's starting again!"

"It" was a tall boy, and behind him, looking from his eyes, he should be in his early eighties, but before I could see the boy's face clearly, he suddenly made a shrill sound.

"You b***h! Stop bullying your friends!"

The child gave his sister a sharp stare, and then pointed to those who were hiding behind the middle-aged women.

"For the sake of aunt pillow, I will let you go next time, don't squeeze any more!" "When he finished speaking, he turned around as if he saw that Samoon was an asshole. The friends who followed him shouted victory and then swarmed back to the building."

Samoon sighed and made it clear enough: "These children are real, from the first day." Then, he glanced at me, and I stood there, pale. He said with a smile.

"You'll get used to it, Nua will get used to it."

Shen Peng! I'll go back to Bangkok right away! Now!

Even if I think so, I can't go back now, and I can only ask Somrapa to introduce herself to the director. When he introduced himself to the director, he began to say hello and greetings to all the teachers in the electrical department.

I raised my hand to my parents and said "Hello, take good care of you" more than ten times. It took me nearly an hour to finish typing it, which is the time to queue up to check the name in the morning.

Samoon explained roughly that like other schools, there will be a lot of people waiting in line in the morning, and there will be some training of administrative teachers. I sound like I am fighting with other schools. Discipline or something. After that, check their names by who the department is, who the department is, and the grade is the grade.

While searching for names, Sommon dragged me in front of the children in the department where I was going to train. I stopped in front of a line of more than sixty boys, and when Samorn said this and they stared at me, I suddenly became nervous.

"Come on, guys, I'm Mr. Northsang. I'm the coach from Bangkok. I'll be the teacher's assistant, and your English teacher will take over the teacher temporarily for two months."

This chic teacher must be an English teacher who has taken maternity leave.

But it doesn't matter to me, except to greet those children with a smile.

"Hello, Sister Nua, you can call Teacher Nua or Sister Nua."

Quiet. . . I didn't get the children's attention signal. They were still looking at me, like, "You bastard, what are you talking about", so I was doing something very wrong and there was an obvious feeling in my heart.

I'm scared. . . I'm afraid of these children.

I was really scared and I didn't lie because more than half of their children looked beautiful and harmless, but from their eyes they were like mad dogs and let me know they didn't want to be with me, so I stood nervous. I don't know how to pose. After a while, when a teacher, I remember his name as Direk, he was an administrative teacher, he spoke in front of the flagpole, and he approached Somorn.

"Mr. Samoon, the director asks you to go to the Academic Affairs Office and ask about the flight table. Please help me."

I was about to check the students' names when he suddenly nodded and answered, and then handed me the student list.

"Nua, check your name for me. I'll be right there."

Ah. . . Come on, aunt! Wait, aunt! Wait!

I took the student list, gasped, my hands trembling, looked up helplessly, and saw more than sixty pairs of eyes staring at me.

Are you. . . I'm gonna get hit by Drake?

Do you know? I don't know. What I know is that some bastard is shouting.

"Hey, check your name so you can go to college."

The bastard was a tall bastard who threw the table out of the window and chased his department colleagues down. I looked at the one sitting there, tilting his neck, looking at my face, and now I see his face.

Oops. . . Too handsome, looks like your child, and there is no sign that you are an unruly child.

"Would you like to see the name?"

The child shouted again, and I flung a pen out of my pocket.

"Well... then I'll check your name... Somchai."

Next are the names on the student list. The first name is easy to read, but after ten names, the name becomes more and more strange. I read the names of other departments in three grades. I have finished the school building. I haven't checked half the names yet.

Because of the delay of an unfamiliar name, the damn child shouted again.

"Jarawa means that it is difficult to read students' names. Let the students read them together!"

Everyone else is screaming, I can't do the right face. All I saw was that the boy made an unhappy face, while a lovely boy sitting next to him kept poking at him. His mouth moved, and I could understand what he meant: "Calm down, it's the teacher."

But he asked if the bastard was listening, um. . . No, no, it's just not enough. He turned around and nodded to his friend sitting on the other side.

"Go, section chief."

Just then, a huge, black, blackened boy, like a bandit brother in a Thai movie, suddenly came out of front of me, stopped in front of me, and reached out to ask me for the list. She looked fiercer and bigger than White Lotus, and I didn't wait long to send her.

But just as I handed you the list, a student sitting in the front row suddenly appeared.

"Give that bastard a Czech name."

Buacao paused and was about to take the list from me when he suddenly turned to look at his colleague, then swooped on his collar at the speed of light. I saw the picture and was shocked. I realized that the other person's voice rang in my ear.