Who moved my novel?

"Teacher, can we change the example?"

By the eighth class in the afternoon, the students who were originally excited about this had already started to protest.

"Students, hold on a little longer, there will be new examples soon." Dong Peng took out the textbook: "Students, turn to genes, today we..."

"Teacher, teacher, we have already talked about it, we don't want to look at Mendel again, and we don't want to listen to the story from ten years ago."

"Then... let's talk about a new lesson?"

Finally, under the insistence of the students, Dong Peng nodded reluctantly and started a new lesson.

…

“Teacher Xue!” The old man saw Xue Mo coming to the library again and greeted him happily: “Teacher Xue, why are you here so late?”

“Uh…” Xue Mo looked at the old man awkwardly: “You haven’t finished get off work yet so late?”

“No, I’m the last one to finish get off work in the whole school.” The old man pulled Xue Mo over: “Teacher Xue, who’s at home?”

“Home? Just me and my cat.”

“Oh.” The old man thought for a while: “That won’t work, my daughter is allergic to pets.”

“That’s perfect!” Xue Mo was so excited that he almost jumped up.

“Ah?” The old man looked at Xue Mo: “Teacher Xue, what did you say?”

“I mean…uh, which one…that’s a pity, but let your daughter find a more suitable one!” Xue Mo said sincerely: “After all, we can’t be together if we don’t get along in this aspect.”

“But it’s okay, I’ll help you raise it when the time comes.” The old man muttered to himself.

"Uncle, uncle." Xue Mo quickly moved away: "I have something to do today, so I won't chat with you. I'm going to get busy first."

"Business?" The uncle looked at Xue Mo with a suspicious look on his face: "Don't you come here to read the newspaper every day when you are free?"

"Something happened in the school, I have to intervene." Xue Mo said, pointing to the computer in his hand: "Come here to make a PPT."

"Make a PPT?" The uncle looked at Xue Mo's computer and asked in confusion: "Why did you come here to make a PPT? Why don't you do it in the office?"

"I don't have an office." Xue Mo smiled awkwardly, who knew that this school It's too much. I don't even have an office, let alone classes...

"Oh, yes, I forgot." The old man was used to it and nodded: "The last psychology teacher left because of this."

"Hehe." Xue Mo smiled helplessly: "Uncle, I'm really busy. I have to teach classes one by one tomorrow."

"Okay, you go." The old man nodded: "There is a place to plug in the power at the back. Oh, by the way, there is also a drunkard in it. Don't pay attention to him. He won't bite you. Don't worry."

"Drunkard?" Xue Mo looked at the back and didn't see any drunkard.

"He slept on the floor." The old man shook his head helplessly: "He comes to my place to sleep every day during the day, and goes to drink at night."

"Who is this man?" Xue Mo walked a little closer and saw the man's exposed hair: "The school doesn't care?"

"How can we care? He is also a teacher in our school." The old man sighed: "A relative of a school director was arranged to be an English teacher, but he didn't even recognize all 24 English letters."

"Not 26?" Xue Mo looked at the old man in confusion.

"He taught the students 24." The old man snorted coldly: "If it weren't for the sake of that school director, I would have kicked him out long ago!"

"But..." Xue Mo had already walked in front of the man, looking at the drooling man, he couldn't help but twitched his mouth: "Uncle, this affects the students' reading too much, right?"

"It's okay." The old man shook his head: "He just drinks a lot, but he's not bad, and he doesn't get drunk. When the students come, I call him up, and he goes to sleep in the corridor."

"Is that so." Xue Mo nodded and tiptoed over.

"Hmm?" It was unknown whether Xue Mo accidentally bumped into the man or he heard a sound. At the moment when Xue Mo was about to step over him, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Xue Mo, which really scared Xue Mo.

"You, do you want to use this place?" The drunkard got up from the ground and moved to the side: "I'll change places, change places, don't be angry, don't be angry."

"Uh... It's okay, I..." This move made Xue Mo a little embarrassed. Although the drunkard looked scary, he was much more polite than most people. Xue Mo thought for a long time before saying, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." The drunkard cracked his mouth and smiled: "Brother, do you want to drink? Drink?"

As he said that, he made a wine glass with his hand, "drank it all" by himself, and then fell straight down, which scared Xue Mo.

But fortunately, his clothes were very thick, and he fell asleep peacefully with the hat as a cushion.

"Teacher Xue, you go ahead." The old man nodded when he saw that everything was fine: "I'll go to the front to watch the door."

"Okay, thank you." Xue Mo nodded and turned on the computer, but he was thinking about something else.

...

"What's that sound?" The security guard, who was about to get off work, was about to lock the door of the teaching building and leave, but heard a strange sound.

"Is this..." The security guard frowned slightly: "Auditorium?"

He walked quietly towards the auditorium, and along the way, the sound became more and more obvious and clear.

"Is this... the sound of dancing footsteps?"

"No, that's not right, how could it be possible?"

"Is that true?"

"No, no, we haven't met each other for so many times, how could it be possible that suddenly..."

"Could it be that little girl?"

"No, it can't be her. She is the first one to run out every day. How could she stay until the end? It is even more impossible for her to appear here."

"..."

The guard was puzzled and approached the auditorium cautiously.

...

"Lao Li, Lao Li!" Dong Peng slapped the guard's face twice.

"Huh? Ah?" The guard suddenly woke up, screamed "Ah", and retreated back: "Don't come over, don't come over!"

"What's wrong with you? It's me!" Dong Peng pointed at himself: "New biology teacher, Dong Peng, have you forgotten?"

"Don't come over, don't come over!" The guard was panicked and sat on the ground and retreated a distance again.

"Pa! Pa!" Two more big slaps made the guard's head shake.

"Are you feeling better?" Dong Peng looked at the guard with concern.

"I..." The guard shook his head and seemed a little dizzy.

"It looks like we'll have to hit him twice more." Dong Peng made up his mind and raised his hand high again.

"Don't! Don't! Don't!" The security guard quickly shouted and raised his hands to block in front of him: "Brother, stop hitting me, I'll kill you if you hit me again!"

While speaking, the security guard also covered his face tightly with his hands, fearing that he would be slapped twice more in the next moment.