Chapter 197 (True) Teaching and educating people is not bad, but
Lao Liu is extremely serious when it comes to handling scholarships.
I read the results almost word for word, and then asked the Discipline Inspection Commission to post the list and make it public.
As for privacy, I don’t care about that.
Jiang Nian wasn’t very familiar with the people in his class, so he didn’t pay much attention to them.
Li Hua listened with interest, especially when he heard the names of individual people. The expression on his face was even more intriguing, and he couldn't help but murmur to himself.
Jiang Nian was a little curious and gave him an elbow.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you know who that is?" Li Hua whispered, "I also got a scholarship last semester and bought a few pairs of 500 or 600 pairs. Shoes, now I have applied for it again.”
Jiang Nian was not familiar with that person and shook his head.
"I haven't said anything."
"Damn it, if I had known I would have applied." Li Hua gritted his teeth, obviously just speaking angrily.
A phone call came to his father’s work and he found out everything. The Li Hua family is a standard county civil servant family with no illness or disaster. Are you applying for poverty subsidies?
Jiang Nian doesn’t care, this will indeed happen if the review is not strict.
But as long as the money can go to the people who really need it, unfair situations occasionally happen. If you really can't stand it, just report it.
However, there are more places in Class 3 of the Olympiad, so there is no real needy student crowding out the places. It just suffers from other classes with many poor students and few indicators.
Huang Cairang couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his name.
As for other people's situations, he actually doesn't care too much.
Zeng You lowered his head and read a book. When the class teacher came, he was not so arrogant as to read novels on his mobile phone.
You have to give Lao Liu some face, lest it fall into his hands one day.
His family background is actually not that good, but he can actually get in as long as he applies.
But there is one rule when applying for poverty subsidies, that is, you must go to the podium to explain the situation. In other words, he felt too embarrassed to complain in front of the class.
To tell the whole class how difficult my family is in order to get a thousand dollars is to expose the scars nakedly in front of the classmates who get along day and night.
He thought he couldn't do this kind of thing.
After all, the total poverty subsidy is only more than a thousand yuan, and you can earn a thousand yuan by working for a few days during the summer vacation.
Thinking of this, Zeng You couldn't help but look at Huang Fang.
I never expected that the girl in my group was actually an abandoned baby. She was abandoned by her parents as soon as she was born, and was picked up and raised by her current adoptive parents.
Her adoptive parents were nearly fifty years old when they picked up Huang Fang. The adoptive parents are already gray-haired and almost incapable of working.
What’s even worse is that Huang Fang’s father has been bedridden since he fell from the construction site and was injured.
Zeng You looked away and rubbed his hair. He had never heard Huang Fang say this before.
Maybe it's because the school used to apply for poor students, and they only had to go to the class teacher's office. I don’t know when it started, but it changed to be made public in the class.
Yu Tongjie was a little anxious. It had been a day or two, but he still hadn't seen any movement from that person.
Damn it, you won’t do anything after receiving the money, right?
If he was in the original class, he would have rushed in front of Hu Nianzhong by now. Take him out of the classroom and ask him sharply why he didn't keep his word.
But now we are in Class 3 of the Olympiad, and the level is different. He couldn't help but clenched his fists as he watched Old Liu leave after arranging the list of poor students.
Son of a bitch, you were awarded a poverty scholarship?
I’ve already given you financial aid, but you’re still fucking poor!
Suddenly, he saw Hu Nianzhong getting up from his seat. He ran straight out of the classroom, seemingly chasing the class teacher.
Yu Tongjie's eyes suddenly lit up, OK, I blamed you wrongly.
in the corridor.
Lao Liu couldn't help but turn his head when he heard the footsteps behind him.
"Hu Nianzhong, are you okay?"
He looked at himself, a student with good grades, and his eyes became softer.
He basically knows who is poor and who is not poor in the class.
There are young masters, young ladies from Nanjiangwan, and students who cannot afford to pay tuition.
The rich are really rich, and the families of poor students are also really poor.
For example, the student in front of me, Hu Nianzhong, has two patients at home. I have been living on various state subsidies, and it takes a while to pay tuition every time.
In this regard, Lao Liu helped as much as he could.
Other teachers are afraid of trouble, but he is not.
When it was time for his class to pay class fees, he would help several students from poor families pay them in advance. The class fee is not much, less than a hundred dollars.
To be honest, he doesn’t care about the teacher’s salary, let alone the class fee. It doesn't matter even if students borrow money from him, he only sees progress.
Although there is nothing wrong with teaching and educating people, if you can participate in administrative work, your future will be brighter.
"It's okay, teacher, I have a stomachache and I need to go to the toilet." Hu Nianzhong held his stomach in embarrassment.
I had a meal in the cafeteria in the afternoon, but now I feel a little confused.
"Well, go ahead." Old Liu nodded.
Hu Nianzhong responded awkwardly and rushed towards the toilet.
But I didn’t want to be stopped by Old Liu again.
“Wait!”
“Ah?” Hu Nianzhong stopped in his tracks and looked back at Lao Liu, “Teacher, what’s wrong?”
In the corridor, Lao Liu thought for a while and said.
"The seasons have changed recently in autumn and winter. If you keep having diarrhea, go see a doctor. Just ask me for a leave note. Your health is important, and I can lend you the money first."
"No, teacher. "Hu Nianzhong shook his head.
“What are you afraid of, that I’ll ask you to pay back the money?” Lao Liu rarely made a joke and patted Hu Nianzhong on the shoulder, “It’s fine to pay you back when you get a job.”
If this chapter is not written well, it will become a private property. If I am not sure, I will write it more plainly.
Originally connected to the front. After thinking about it, the character transition was too long. I might as well split it into two chapters for selective subscription. High-v should only spend five points to read it.
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