As a manifestation of a teacher's basic qualities, "board book" seems so embarrassing in memory.

Before the computer projection, the teachers worked hard with the chalk heads, and passed on the knowledge to their students.

This memory happened in a high school class before projection was widespread.

In my freshman year of high school, the high school I was admitted to filled four classes for the first time. This is the pride of the school and our luck. However, the lack of educational resources is not optimistic, and the teaching level of the teachers assigned to us by the school can be described as varied.

A tall, thin young man with a straight waist came to our history class.

When he walked to the podium, he clearly felt the teacher's nervousness and uneasiness. As his first lesson towards the cause of education, he must have taken it seriously, which is like an oath ceremony, which is a more solemn thing.

"I will be your history teacher from now on, my name is ......" The new teacher Guo tried his best to control his nervousness and introduced himself to us.

The first few sentences were still in Mandarin, but when the self-introduction came to an end, Mandarin suddenly became a dialect, which made us feel a little flustered all of a sudden.

Mr. Guo smiled at us weakly. Thankfully, we can understand his dialect, or at least we won't be confused.

"Are you too nervous today?" Mr. Guo asked us.

We don't know what this teacher is, so we didn't dare to say anything. He tilted his head, stared at a corner where no one was around, and said to himself, "Let's get down to business and open the first page of the history book!"

In this way, Mr. Guo, a history teacher, began his teaching.

From the moment he started the lesson, he looked as if he was competing with himself, and it was most likely not to convince us, but to convince himself. His tilted head has never been straightened, and I don't know if this is his habit or style.

Mr. Guo would suddenly stop talking, and then sneer, we don't know who the target of this sneer is. That's how he sneered, and then continued to lecture.

The most laughable thing is Mr. Guo's board book. Mr. Guo is very large, almost as tall as the top of the blackboard. He started from the far left and worked his way up to the upper right corner, and most of the time it felt like he was going to write through the box of the blackboard, which from a distance looked like a mathematical curve to express an increasing relationship.

When he finished, he walked under the podium and examined the board he had just written.

Then he shook his head and sneered again.

"Isn't it a bit biased?" Mr. Guo asked me, who was sitting in the front row.

I almost burst out laughing, and I tried to hold back my reply, "Pretty good!"

He said to himself: "I thought it was a little biased, it seems that I was wrong!" As soon as he stepped onto the podium, we sneered and laughed.

Except for the first class, Mr. Guo told us a few words of Mandarin, and the subsequent history lessons were basically dialect versions. Mr. Guo told history out of the feeling of scolding, he always scolded another angle from one angle of history, and he was even a little angry when he talked about it, if history was a person, he could definitely rush up and overthrow him!

These new teachers have to go through the principal's personal audit to be qualified, for that bowl of rice, Mr. Guo took it seriously this time.

Mr. Guo came to the classroom early before the class that the principal was observing, holding a triangular ruler in his hand. At first glance, the history teacher is going to make a big move, and it seems that he is going to teach us about mathematics.

Actually, he was wrong, he came to make a draft for himself.

He silently took the triangular ruler and drew horizontal lines on the blackboard, in order to make the horizontal lines less obvious, he gently drew many horizontal lines on the blackboard.

Drawing a line is also a manual work, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked down and asked me, "Is the line end?"

I nodded. He still looked very nervous this time, and his face was serious, as if he wanted to give the principal some color.

"I'll tell you! If I write something wrong, you can whisper it to me with your hand! Okay?" Mr. Guo asked me.

I also wanted Mr. Guo to become a qualified teacher in the principal's mind as soon as possible, so I readily agreed.

After the bell rang, the principal walked into our classroom quickly, and sat down at the back, not daring to look back at the principal, for fear that the principal would cut me.

Mr. Guo walked into the class in a suit and leather shoes, the color of his face today was about the same as his first class, and his mouth seemed to be shaking when he spoke.

Naturally, I will not forget what he told me before class, and I always pay attention to his board books. Mr. Guo seems to have prepared enough lessons and has been teaching all the time, sometimes writing while speaking.

I looked at the board and it seemed to be a little off, I quietly hinted at Mr. Guo with my fingers, and he nodded to me comically after seeing it, and then subconsciously put his hand down.

After this class, the cooperation between me and Mr. Guo is quite good, at least we can understand each other's meaning. However, as for the degree of tacit cooperation, it can be seen from the blackboard.

Originally, Mr. Guo's board book was an increasing curve, but the curve of this lesson directly became a wavy line. I sat down and felt anxious for Mr. Guo, but I couldn't seem to do anything for him.

I looked at the crooked chalk writing, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

The principal walked up angrily, and Mr. Guo confidently stepped forward and asked, "Principal, how do you feel today?"

The principal shook his thick neck and said ruthlessly to Teacher Guo: "Xiao Guo, your level is still very poor!"

Teacher Guo was like a child who had made a mistake, jogging after the principal.

After a while, he walked in dejectedly, looked at his board, and shook his head in annoyance.

"It seems that the straight line is drawn in vain! The principal said no, you have to listen to my class!" said Mr. Guo.

Later, the principal never came to listen to Mr. Guo's class, it is estimated that Mr. Guo used some means to make the principal no longer listen to his class so persistently!

When I was a sophomore in high school, I chose science. So I no longer have any intersection with Mr. Guo, and I said goodbye to history class. But Mr. Guo's deeds are still often heard.

One day, a classmate ran in and said that Mr. Guo had beaten a student with a nosebleed! That student was a well-known gangster in our first class, and few teachers could control him!

But it is said that Mr. Guo's life was not easy, and the principal actually asked him to stand at the principal's door. As a teacher, standing at the door of the principal, isn't this a loss of dignity?

Many of my classmates went to see the scene of Teacher Guo's punishment station, and I never had the courage to witness a teacher who was ruthlessly deprived of his dignity.

Even if Mr. Guo's board is not good, I think he hit someone who should be beaten.

"Don't you order yellow! If you do it again, it's possible for me to kill you!" Teacher Guo gritted his teeth and said cruel words to us in class. As soon as he finished speaking, the whole class laughed, and he laughed himself.

We always thought that he was just trying to scare us, and we didn't think he would really hit someone. As it turned out, he was always restrained!

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