Love

Chapter 11

I don't know why I think this child is too difficult to approach, unlike other people in our class. They look rude, but they're easy to talk to, but this guy. . . He has turned a blind eye to me since he said his name, and now he turns a blind eye to me. I lay there, continued to smoke cigarettes, pretended to go into the toilet, threw away the cigarette holder, and then flushed down the toilet. I was very angry.

I was scared, but I was angry. What children don't respect their teachers.

"Why didn't Tarn go back to the classroom? Didn't Brother Nua say he would come quickly?" So I said in a very friendly tone.

He didn't care again, stuffed the last cigarette into his lungs, threw it into the toilet, pressed it, and then turned and left the toilet, so I grabbed his shoulder.

"I'm Tarn."

Paya!

Tarn put all his strength into my hands before puffing smoke on my face.

"Just a coach, don't order." Then, the eyes eat blood and meat.

After reading it, I don't want to be busy any more. Although I am so good-looking, I keep trying to arrest me like a mad dog, so I don't want to be busy any more. The more I talk about things, the easier they are, the less I want to be busy. Let him f**k it.

"Well, the next class will begin." That's all I can say.

Before I finished speaking, Tarn went out of the bathroom, asked me to stand behind him and look at him, and then opened his mouth to him.

I went back to the teacher's room. Samoon saw my face and immediately took his eyes off his laptop and said hello.

"How did your first class go?"

"All right, children, you have to cooperate well." Except for that crazy Tan, he doesn't attend classes at all. But I'm not going to sue Sommorn. He'll think I'm going to sue him, and then he accidentally hits me.

"That's good. Did I say that children are lovely?" Sister Somorn was relieved that there was nothing wrong with me.

But as I sat wearily in the chair opposite her, she raised her nose and stared into my face.

"Does Nua smoke too?"

I paused, looked at her face, and suddenly answered casually.

"I don't smoke, others smoke."

"Who sucks students?" She asked again. Now, I noticed that her kind face began to grow gloomy.

I also guessed that it is illegal to smoke in schools. Even technical schools will have regulations that students are not allowed to smoke, just like ordinary schools. He knew I was suing him, and he hit me on the head again, so I pretended not to know.

"I don't know, I've never met."

Somorn, acting incredulous, got up from his chair, stopped in front of me, bent down, and sniffed near my neckline.

"The smell of this brand is third grade. Only one person has smoked cigarettes other than Tarn's vanilla. It must be a brand."

Shit. . . How do you know that?

"This could be Nua skipping class to smoke a cigarette," Samorn said suddenly, while I was still shocked by her good nose.

I quickly refused, because I was asked very close, so I accidentally told some truth while lying.

"Ah... no, I just went to smoke, but I didn't skip class... ah."

Your face is more tense than before.

"I really smoked, and the child must dissuade me." After that, he immediately went outside the room and startled me who had lied just now.

Me. . . Wait, if you stop him, he will know who hit you. I want my welfare!

"Wait, Samoon!" I didn't delay, so I quickly followed, and the middle-aged woman came immediately.

On Samorn's way to the next third grader's classroom, I whispered in her ear: It's okay, teenagers are like this, but did Samorn listen? No! I didn't hear enough, and I scolded me for standing on the side of the children.

I said I didn't want to take my side, but I was afraid if he didn't take my side, he would yell at me because I was sued!

Somorn and I stopped before math class, and before she asked the teacher's permission, she went straight to a stream, which lay on the table as usual, and then grabbed her by the collar.

"Hey! What the hell!" Tan, who was asleep, suddenly shouted, stood up, stretched out his fist, and prepared to hit him with his fist. When he saw it was his sister, he lowered his hand. "Auntie, the pillow is yours. Why did you come here?"

I heard it twice. This may be the nickname given to me by students. When I was in high school, I gave my teacher a nickname.

But that didn't matter, and Samoon's face fell out as he sniffed his shirt intently for a moment.

"Really, how many times do you have to be paroled to quit smoking in school, Chaithan!"

"Who will sue you?" He frowned at once, looked at her nervously, and then looked at me again. "That bastard."

Well, now I have a nickname Samoon and call him "asshole". . . Has anyone given the teacher such a nickname? It's so rude!

As soon as the sound was over, she put the child's ears.

"How can you call you that bastard? Wait a minute, I will respect you."

"I'm just a coach, and there's nothing wrong with it. I'm not a real coach, and I'm a few years old. What do you want!"

"To be a coach, you have to respect me and stop calling me Aunt Pillow. Miss Samoon, can you call me?" Teacher Samoon changed from earplugs to pulling ears.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts! What are you doing!" He screamed high, his body pulling low before he was hit on the shoulder by Aunt Pillow.

"I called you teacher, it's true. Tarn Maha went to the administrative office. I think this time I'm going to call your father and acknowledge your son's heroic deeds from the beginning of the semester."