My junior high school homeroom teacher's surname is Chen, and we all call him Chen Yang mercilessly in private. He was a dark-skinned, purple-lipped, tall, fat guy. Especially his eyes, which are very bright, as if they can shine when the lights are turned off, they can see through you at a glance. Although we call him by his name in private, as long as he glares at us, we can't even stand on our legs. To put it bluntly, we are afraid of him.

Our junior high school is not a good school in the city, so it is impossible for a group of children who are like monkeys in elementary school to grow up sensible because they are one year old in junior high school, on the contrary, the rebellious psychology caused by the hormones of youth makes them even more lawless, and he is our nemesis.

I remember one time when I was punished for speaking in a self-study class, standing in front of the podium with my back to everyone. I was also punished with a classmate surnamed Shi, and we were still unimpressed in front, and I couldn't remember who started talking first, but anyway, I was amused by the classmate surnamed Shi and laughed. As a result, suddenly my eyes were dark, a burst of dizziness, the world became colorful, and when I came back to my senses, I was already lying on the ground, half of my face was hot, and afterwards the classmate surnamed Shi said that he felt a gust of wind blowing next to him, and then I was slapped by the surnamed Chen and turned around three times, I didn't feel it at all. It was also from that day that I was afraid of him in my heart.

In addition to the strict discipline of the class, he is also the most casual and well-spoken person I have seen in so many years, and his casualness can be seen in the momentum of his writing. Every time he takes math class, I feel like watching a sword dance, I pick up a piece of chalk, and then as soon as I raise my hand, I listen to the chalk hitting the blackboard to make a clanging sound, as if painting to draw a few resolute regular scripts, drawing a circle does not require any equipment, usually with the thumb as the center of the circle to rotate a 180 degree and then rotate a 180 degree to come out. I often watched the chalk ash flutter and wondered if he would have left his ink on the roof if he had been teaching languages. In the end, we were stunned and we heard a loud voice shouting: Whoever made this problem, I took him to open a small stove or two breads or something at noon, and there are often some inexplicable rewards, anyway, what he has around him will reward you.

As for talking counting, it's a bit sinister to say. There was a final exam, he sent out a message before the exam that if our class passed the next class, he would take us on an outing, and the result was very competitive that we easily passed the next class, but at that time, there were several accidents in school organization activities across the country, so the school did not approve, and I thought it would be stopped. But one night during self-study, he stepped in and whispered: "Tomorrow morning we will go on an outing." At that time, the class exploded all at once. He gestured quietly with a serious face and said proudly: Let other classes envy it! But the next day, it rained, so I had to give up, but when I came back, it was very thrilling, the school leaders found that a class of students was missing, and the head teacher was gone. So the soldiers guarded the school gate and the head teacher's house to observe the movement at any time, so as soon as they came back, they saw a group of people at the school gate to greet them, and the scene was really interesting.

And then and then and then and then ,....and then He didn't teach us, I heard that he had lung cancer, and indeed he smoked a lot, and the middle of his index and middle fingers was yellow all year round. Knowing that he didn't teach us that day, I couldn't help but go to the old classroom to take a look, looking at the dents on the blackboard that he smashed with chalk, I felt that the blackboard was so pitiful, and I felt that he was so pitiful, and I felt that we were so pitiful, but everything seemed to be so lucky!

A few days before he left, he asked me to go to his car and get water for him, asking me to take one piece instead of two, and then suddenly asked me if I hated him when I was about to leave. At that time, I didn't say anything, he laughed a little and said: I am very smart, as long as I work hard, I can completely pass the key points of the market. Then he took the water and left, and that was the first time I had been a student under him for two years, and he praised me, and I remember that it was afternoon, and the sun had stretched his shadow for a long time, and it had become rickety, and it was always distressing to remember it all the years later。。。。。。

Maybe I'm one of the few unlucky and lucky people in my class. I was the first to be beaten, and I was the first to be visited at home, and I was also the most criticized. But I was also the one who improved my grades the fastest, won the most honors, and was one of the few students who was admitted to a good high school. In the words of Teacher Chen: I am a model of frustration education. I don't know if this is a positive or negative thing.

Anyway, later a few of us were the most naughty and he said that which of us could be admitted to high school, and he cut off the bad boy who was cut off was really admitted to high school, but no one went back to cut off his head. It's just that when I graduated, I didn't know who shouted Chen Yang, which made me feel like crying that summer. No one has seen him since then, and no one has proven whether the rumors are true or false, but the first person I think of when I recall junior high school is him, he is a good teacher!!!!