Chapter 157 Fifth Middle School

Quan Heng just listened and thought of the Quan family.

The most clever thing about the Quan family is the so-called charity routine of the other party, using journalism and word of mouth to wrap themselves up in a glamorous way.

So after Quan Heng escaped, someone asked about her origins, and she told the truth, but no one would believe it too much.

How to break this hypocritical brilliance?

It must be a fatal blow, and there must be no chance to breathe.

"So you became a teacher later?" Quan Heng said.

"So later I also chose to be a teacher. I wanted to see what kind of profession can turn a person into a beast, but I found that the position is the position, and it has nothing to do with the person. He is just a pure hypocritical garbage.

"Because I have never let my family down, and I have taken good care of my students. Unlike the social scum who relies on sucking the blood of his family to achieve the so-called great love reputation, I am worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth, and I am worthy of my poems.

"It's also to escape. After all, the man came to compensate me later, or asked me to take care of him in his old age, but I don't want to accompany him to pretend to be nice, nor do I want to earn that pathetic reputation."

Late love is like an expired waste ticket, which is meaningless.

Late affection is cheaper than grass, whether it is love or family affection.

During the childhood and adolescence when children need the most care and love, they are indifferent, only caring about their own affairs, and only think of their own daughter when they are old and need to feel the company of family affection. Isn't it ridiculous?

The saddest thing is that children can't refuse this late affection.

They can only avoid it, the farther the better.

"But these are not the direct reasons why I came here."

Jing Zhen seemed to feel a little off topic, and paused and said:

"I came here, first because of the staffing problem of front-line teachers, and second... to recuperate."

Staffing problem, this is easy to say.

In fact, the staffing of front-line teachers in most schools is almost the same as the size of the school.

But many of them passed the exam to become frontline teachers, and after teaching for a few years, they didn't want to work in the frontline anymore, so they switched to logistics and administration. They occupied the frontline positions and refused to retire, and they didn't teach classes. The number of positions in the school is limited, and these people occupy the positions, resulting in the school having no frontline positions to recruit people.

If a position says "you will be popular when you are old", then young people must be eating shit.

"In addition to the teaching environment of ordinary schools, it is my illness."

Quan Heng indicated that he was all ears.

"I was originally a doctor of neurosurgery, but an accident occurred when we participated in an experiment led by our mentor and a school, and all the young people involved in the research suffered from brain cancer.

"After the incident, the laboratory involved was immediately closed, and all the evidence was destroyed. Then not long after, the leading academician, who is also my mentor, published a top journal paper on the causes of brain cancer in Nature.

"Some words or things are actually cold and bloody when I think about them. What are a few PhDs in front of the authority like a mountain? In the academic circle, the lighter ones grab the first authorship, and the heavier ones kill people.

"The academic circle in a fixed field is very small, and it is all about human relationships. Papers and projects may be reviewed by a peer. "Friends" are united. Academic cliques and academic cliques are bound to transfer benefits to each other. In order to publish a CNS, they squeeze students. With layers of relationships, it is difficult for the sun to shine in every corner."

Jing Zhen's face was a little painful, but he forced a smile:

"My doctoral thesis was finally kept secret by my supervisor for several years, and it successfully became his. My post-doctoral career was the darkest day of my life. I was sick and could not graduate. I had headaches all day long, and my memory was declining, which was a hundred times more serious than Alzheimer's disease. I had to take medicine every night to fall asleep.

"There are too many devils in the world, and the devils are wearing hypocritical faces. The world doesn't know what he looks like but thinks he is highly respected. Only students know how much this devil is too much.

"My doctoral life needs a lifetime to heal, but he is going to take my life. Although teaching in remote areas is also very tiring, I barely survived, although I don't know how long I can live.

"After all, my brain cancer is probably more painful than Alzheimer's disease. People with the disease will almost lose their cognitive ability. Most acquaintances become strangers, and finally they can't even understand the language they have used all their lives.

"Then there will be a memory gap. Sometimes the memory is in the old age, and sometimes the memory changes to the childhood. I think I am now a child looking for my mother. In the end, I can't take care of myself and die. "

Letting a highly educated person die without being able to take care of himself is as cruel as lingchi.

How should she pick up the pen and write poetry again?

Jing Zhen was very sad. She was confused and panicked for a moment, and her mind was blank.

She didn't dare to imagine such a future.

"Which school is your mentor and the leader of this experiment? "Quan Heng said.

"Gujiang No. 5 Middle School."

Jing Zhen wiped his face and whispered:

"You heard it right, it's a middle school."

"But someone on their board of directors is related to the First Hospital and is very famous in the medical academic circle."