He could still remember Teacher Lin's fanatical expression when she first stepped into the classroom, as well as her words that seemed to contain magic.
If we are all Teacher Lin's works of art, will he succeed or fail in the end?
However, he was certain that he had succeeded in the beginning.
At least before An died.
Our class is famous for being a problematic class. No one dared to interfere with the famous, and no one could interfere with the famous. Why? We often wonder why those people think they have the right to decide who should be abandoned.
We were used to the cold gazes and mocking expressions. We are a problematic class, full of problems. Fighting, smoking, skipping classes, and even stealing. We have been fighting against the world in the most pitiful way.
At that time, Ann was our leader. We never cared about being abandoned by anyone, but we were worried about being abandoned by Ann. If there was ever an angel in our class, it was Ann.
He was a very beautiful boy. People would always encounter things that did not belong to this world in their lives. Ann is an angel, but she's with people like us.
He would often sit alone on the balcony, and everyone would quietly follow him up. When the sunlight passed through the simple playground and sprinkled on Ann and us, everyone would unconsciously lean up like a pure person.
Ann was the quietest at this moment. Her eyes were always staring far away.
We all believe that what he sees in his eyes is something we never see.
Teacher Lin was very famous before she became our form teacher. She had solved many problems like ours.
Therefore, when his footsteps sounded at the classroom door, everyone held their breaths. However, the person who appeared in front of us was a skinny old man.
His eyes were as empty as ours.
Teacher Lin staggered up to the podium, looking a little tired, just like all the old people who were oppressed by life. Some people burst out laughing. He stood in front of the desk and looked at us.
" You guys…" His soft voice drew another round of laughter.
"…Lonely?"
Are you all lonely?
Are you all lonely?
The noisy classroom suddenly fell silent. These few words were like small pebbles knocking on the door of everyone's heart that had been silent for too long.
It's not like we've never been cared about, whether it's true or fake.
Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Are you tired? Do you want to cry?
In this lifetime, no one had ever asked such a question:
Are you all lonely?
Mr. Lin looked at us with satisfaction. His eyes suddenly showed a fanaticism and persistence that did not match his image at all.
He said,"Every student is a piece of art for the teacher. I want you to become my most satisfying work.”
At this moment, something that had been hidden in everyone's hearts for a long time began to sprout quietly. Their emotions actually became a little excited.
Was it because this was the first time he had heard such strange words, or did someone seem to have grasped something that he had always wanted to grasp but did not know what it was?
Our eyes fell on Ann at the same time. Ann was still sitting there quietly. He didn't need to be reformed. He was Ann.
At this moment, I was the only one who noticed Teacher Lin's gaze. He was still looking at An. His gaze was unfathomable, but I knew that it must be some kind of desire.
Now that I think about it, if Teacher Lin hadn't seen Ann back then, perhaps we would have all been transformed. But when he saw Ann, from then on, there was only Ann in his eyes.
In the beginning, Teacher Lin would still hide it. He promoted many people. The beautiful ones were the cultural and entertainment committee members, the fast ones were the sports committee members, and the ones who liked to write were the study committee members. However, this series of actions was completely different from the feeling he gave us on the first day. It was just hypocritical and pretentious. Everyone could see that he was dissatisfied. He was dissatisfied with everyone. The cultural and entertainment committee member was beautiful but could not sing or dance. The sports committee member's results were in the bottom few. The study committee member's handwriting was good, but his handwriting was only good.
Only when he looked at Ann did his eyes have a special glow. He was not a teacher, he was just an artist. A teacher had to be fair, but an artist did not need bad materials.
He wanted the best one.
We don't care about Teacher Lin's indifference to us because we already know. Wasn't his impatient gaze the same as many others? However, if such a capable person could do something for Ann, it might be something worth celebrating.
At that time, we all overlooked a problem. Ann was a person. Ann was Ann, not our Ann, and not anyone else's. No one was qualified to control his fate.
When Ms. Lin wanted to give him special tutoring and promised him a very good future, Ann stood up politely as usual, shook her head, and left Ms. Kobayashi's office.
He returned to the rooftop.
What do you see in your eyes?
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