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  At noon, Liu Ziguang went to the company cafeteria and had a stir-fry pork lunch. He didn't return to school until 1:30 in the afternoon, still picking his teeth. As he walked to the entrance, he saw Yuan Wei still standing outside the school gate, muttering unclearly, with dry lips and dull eyes, completely ignoring the curious glances of his classmates.

  Liu Ziguang patted his head: "Alright, stop reading, go to that small shop over there and have a bowl of rice noodles, then get a haircut, don't be late for class. Here's 20 yuan, take it."

  Yuan Weiru took advantage of the amnesty and, after taking the money, said thank you and ran away. Liu Ziguang continued walking towards the school and saw an ambulance parked on the playground, with paramedics in light green uniforms helping the three students into the vehicle. On the ground, apart from a large pile of cigarette butts, there were also several puddles of vomit.

  It's probably nicotine poisoning, Liu Ziguo shrugged his shoulders and thought to himself, let's see if you still dare to smoke in the future. He went upstairs with a face full of indifference. The colleagues in the teacher's office were mostly old ladies in their thirties and forties, completely unlike the young and beautiful Dongyue teacher he had imagined. Liu Ziguo didn't even bother to communicate with them, and as soon as the preparatory bell rang, he went to class.

  Carrying a textbook and an extendable pointer, following a group of teachers walking in the corridor, other classrooms were filled with murmurs, but only Class 5 of Grade 3 was eerily silent. It was so quiet that it made several people wonder if the whole class had skipped school together. Taking a peek inside, the classroom was spotless, all students sitting upright with their hands behind their backs, not even daring to breathe.

  The teachers were at a loss for words. It's true that evil people will be punished by other evil people, and those little devils from Class 3-5 have finally met their match in the King of Hell.

  Liu Ziguang walked into the classroom, and with a command from Class Monitor Xia Qinxin, "Attention!", all the students stood up at once and shouted in unison, "Good morning, teacher!"

  "Hello everyone, please take a seat."

  The students all sat down again, their movements uniform and identical, like one person.

  Liu Ziguang scanned the whole class, finding that the spirit and appearance of the students in the afternoon were much better than in the morning. All the students had voluntarily changed into school uniforms or neat clothes, and their hairstyles were also very simple. Including Yuan Wei and a group of male students, most of them were bald or had crew cuts, looking very spirited. The girls' dressing was also very careful, they didn't dare to wear earrings, necklaces, or too flashy clothes.

  "This is what a student should look like." Liu Ziguang nodded in approval, holding onto the podium to start class. He was substituting for the Moral Education class, which wasn't originally on the schedule, so there were no corresponding textbooks or lesson plans, and everything relied on the teacher's personal improvisation.

  "Everyone take out a piece of paper and write down your idol in your heart and what your dream is, time limit five minutes, start!"

  Mr. Liu's teaching method is indeed strange, but his classmates didn't dare say anything, and they all tore off the paper from their notebooks, started propping up their cheeks with their hands, and began to ponder in silence. Liu Ziguang was quite considerate, saying, "You can discuss quietly."

  Classmates immediately began to whisper to each other, the atmosphere was very warm, five minutes later, the homework was completed. Liu Ziguang didn't let the class monitor collect the homework, but instead said: "Starting from the class monitor, one by one, say out your idol and ideal, it's best if you can give a reason."

  Xia Xinxin was the first to stand up, a lovely little girl who was obviously quite afraid of Liu Ziguang. There were fine beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, and she said in a soft voice: "My idol is Jay Chou because he can both sing and compose songs. My dream is to be a doctor...because it's my parents' expectation."

  Liu Ziguang nodded and said: "Very good, the class leader's idol and ideal are very healthy and positive, he is a good kid, let's give him a round of applause."

  The classmates applauded loudly, and the atmosphere relaxed a bit. They were no longer so afraid of Teacher Liu.

  "Next, please let Vice Monitor Wu Wei Na speak." Liu Ziguang said, looking at the class roster.

  The deputy class leader was also a girl, tall and slender, about 1.7 meters tall. She stood up and said: "My idol is RAIN, because he's cool and handsome. My dream is to be a movie star..."

  After the deputy class leader, several girls spoke in turn. Their ideals were varied and some were unrealistic, such as wanting to be movie stars, singers or hosts. Some were more down-to-earth, wanting to be civil servants or female bosses. Others wanted to find a white knight to marry. Their idols were mostly similar, including Taiwanese pop groups like F4 and SHE. A few ugly and fat girls said they liked Li Yuchun the most, which was met with laughter from the boys. Liu Ziguang didn't intervene, just smiling and encouraging them to continue speaking.

  It's finally the boys' turn, and surprisingly, the idol of the boys who had been holding back for a long time was unanimous. The idols of those seven or eight bald students were all Bei Xiaoshuai, with the ideal of becoming a Jianghu big brother.

  Some other boys' idols are slightly more normal, some say Jay Chou's, some say Bill Gates', some say Beckham's, and a little fat boy's idol is actually Xiao Shenyang, which triggered a burst of laughter on the spot. Liu Ziguang also laughed twice, then patted the little fat boy's shoulder and said: "Not bad, being able to bring laughter to people is also a manifestation of personal value."

  Boys' ideals are more imaginative than girls', apart from those who want to be big brothers, there are also those who want to become hackers, international mercenaries, basketball stars and so on.

  When he finished speaking, Liu Ziguang concluded: "What all of you said is correct. I wish that one day your ideals will be realized."

  The classmates spontaneously applauded, first and second year students, 15 or 16 years old, just at the beginning of their rebellious phase. Their idols or ideals often do not get recognized by parents and teachers, and are considered blind star-chasing, unrealistic fantasies. Now this new teacher Liu actually recognizes their idols and ideals, and naturally is accepted by the classmates.

  The class monitor suddenly raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to speak, and Liu Ziguo nodded in agreement.

  "Teacher, who is your idol? What's your ideal?" Xia Qin asked with sparkling big eyes.

  The classmates also quieted down and quietly watched their teacher Liu.

  Liu Ziguang pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and said, "Everyone's idols and ideals are different at each stage of their lives. If I told you who my idol was when I was a kid, it would shock you to death."

  The classmates' interest was piqued, and they stared at Liu Ziguang with wide eyes: "Come on, come on, teacher, we promise not to laugh at you."

  "Alright, my idol is Seiya of Pegasus, and my dream is to protect Athena and the love and justice on earth." Liu Ziguang said nonchalantly.

  The classroom erupted in laughter, with tears of joy streaming down the students' faces. Who would have thought that Liu, the strict teacher from this morning, would turn out to be so adorable by afternoon? And his idol was a cartoon character, no less - an invincible little hero.

  The laughter was so loud that it startled other classes. Two teachers poked their heads in, exchanged a glance, and left without saying anything.

  Liu Ziguang stretched out his hand and pressed down, the classroom returned to calmness. He continued: "When I grew up a bit more, around your age, my idol became Andy Lau, and my ideal changed from saving the earth to becoming a movie star. When I got even older, after entering university, my idol and ideal were elevated again. I worshipped Bill Gates and wanted to become the world's richest man just like him."

  The classroom was quiet again, with smiles on everyone's faces, listening intently to the teacher.

  "After graduating from university, I stayed at home for half a year without a job, then pushed a cart to the night market to sell roasted sausage. At that time, I no longer had idols. For an unemployed young man struggling on the poverty line, what energy is left to worship anyone? Similarly, my ideals have been downgraded again, from becoming the richest person in the world to being a small boss who can sell newspapers, magazines, cigarettes and melon seeds in a newsstand, because he earns more than me and won't be chased by urban management."

  At this time, the classroom was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard. The classmates were all moved, and Liu teacher's transformation gave them a vivid lesson.

  "What you do at what age, Ultraman when young, Jay Chou when older, it doesn't matter, who hasn't been reckless and passionate in their youth? Who hasn't had a colorful and exciting adolescence? When you grow up, your worldview and values must be established correctly. I advocate for one sentence: 'Heaven-born talents will surely have uses.' Whether as an actor or a hacker, as long as you can play to your strengths and make beneficial contributions to society, your life is valuable. Classmates, am I right?"

  After a moment of silence, thunderous applause erupted.

  Outside the window, in the corridor, Principal Wang and Director Tan nodded in satisfaction and walked away quietly.

  ……

  In the afternoon after school, Principal Wang found Liu Ziguang to talk and said that he wanted to expand the scope of his substitute teaching, in addition to the third year of junior high school, it's best to include the first and second years of junior high school as well. The class schedule doesn't need to be arranged too much, just guarantee one class per week is fine. Liu Ziguang agreed readily.

  Just as I was about to have dinner at home, I suddenly received a call from Binbin who followed Bei Xiaoshuai, saying that something had happened and Xiao Bei's brother had been stabbed.

  Liu Ziguang dropped his rice bowl and rushed out to ride his bicycle. His mother yelled from behind, "Dinner is ready, where are you going?" The son had already ridden tens of meters away and threw back a sentence from afar, "Something urgent, not eating."

  Xiao Bei was stabbed in an internet cafe, he often played at a place called "Yichong" and knew the boss and others. This afternoon, while playing WOW, someone suddenly came in from outside, walked straight to Xiao Bei's back, didn't say a word, pulled out a military dagger from his pocket and stabbed it into Xiao Bei's back, the dagger went through the back of the chair and pierced Xiao Bei's body, pinning him alive to the computer desk!

  The murderer escaped immediately after succeeding, and the people beside Bai Xiaoshuai didn't even have time to react, and when they chased out, there was no one in sight.