"Short Stories" Anonymous Report

When I was tidying up my house today, I dug out the old things. It was a note.

The text on the note is not a love letter full of admiration, but a person's name.

I still remember that it was the first grade of middle school, and the class fee was stolen in the class, but no matter how the teacher rummaged through everyone's schoolbags, he couldn't find the money, so the teacher resorted to a trick.

That is anonymous reporting!

The teacher cut a piece of A4 paper into several small notes and sent them to us one by one. It is stipulated that the notes cannot be blank, and must be filled in with a person's name.

Everyone dared to be angry at the teacher's request, but what was even more helpless was that we couldn't even connect the names and faces of our classmates. How did we report it?

So, I had to bite the bullet and write a name, and secretly pray that the classmate and myself can survive this crisis safely.

After we passed the anonymous note to the teacher, the teacher asked the whole class to close their eyes. At this time, the teacher asked us a question: "Whose note was blank just now?"

At that time, everyone in the class closed their eyes and dared not open them, and naturally they didn't know who raised their hands? All I know is that I'm the one who didn't raise my hand.

The teacher said, "Okay! Everyone's eyes can be opened! Our monitor this semester is Zhang Wenjing."

At that time, every classmate looked at each other in dismay, wondering what happened?

At this time, the teacher told everyone with a serious look: "The class fee is not missing, the teacher just wants to know if you have the courage to be honest when faced with unreasonable requirements? Or do you go with the flow to frame innocent people? And Zhang Wenjing is The one who is true to himself."

I looked at the yellowed note in my hand with the words "Zhang Wenjing" written on it.