Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle bells! The class bell rang, and it was the last class of the morning.

Everyone lazily took out their books, but there was still a whisper of chirping in the class. The math teacher had already come in with courseware and a stack of workbooks.

This is Fan Ya's most hated teacher - just because she is too fierce. Of course, she also hates math class the most.

It's terrible! At first, I was grumbling with hunger during recess, and I asked Yao for two jam biscuits, and now there is one that still hangs on the side of my mouth.

Fan Ya hurriedly opened the math book and put it upright, blocked her mouth and swallowed it without chewing a few times, choking so much that she almost rolled her eyes. Holding the book in one hand, he patted his chest with the other: "Ahh Before my parents came back, it would be a big loss to choke to death in advance.

"Fan Ya! What are you thinking about sitting in class? The math teacher stared at Fan Ya, who made her head big, knowing that she was in a fugue again.

A piece of chalk fell from the sky, hit Fan Ya's forehead first, then bounced on the table, rolled over Fan Ya's leg with a few grunts, and finally fell to the ground.

Fan Ya was stunned, and she couldn't feel a headache in her forehead: what did I do wrong, why did the teacher beat me?

"You said you got so many questions wrong in your workbook, and you didn't listen well to the class." The math teacher looked like he hated iron but not steel, and angrily patted the podium with chalk: "I asked you what is three times seven?" Stand up and answer loudly! ”

"Ahhh......h Amount...... Ten...... Eighteen!" As soon as she finished saying the answer, Fan Ya's face was hot and her heart was pounding: Did I say something wrong?

"Why is it equal to eighteen? Make it clear to me!" The math teacher forced Nu Huo.

"I-I-I forgot the multiplication formula, and I said eighteen regardless of three-seven-twenty-one." Looking at the teacher's expression, Fan Ya knew that she must be wrong, so she said timidly.

"You have forgotten the multiplication formula, and you know that you have said eighteen regardless of three, seven, twenty-one. I'm really angry, this is the multiplication formula I learned last semester, and I'm still confused. The final exam is coming soon, so use some heart and remember it well! Alas, in the blink of an eye, you should be promoted to third grade in the blink of an eye, what can you do then? Now you sit down for me first, and today you will be punished to read the multiplication formula a hundred times after class, and you are not allowed to be lazy and read less! Kunshan! You supervise Fan Ya and let her read it a hundred times before you leave class. The math teacher was so angry that he slammed his fist into the podium.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath, take a deep breath and take a deep breath, and the math teacher adjusts her mentality: "Students open the book now, page 78, today we will talk about application problems." ”

Fan Ya's whole person was dizzy, she didn't know what the teacher said before, she only heard the three words of the application question, and suddenly her head was three big.

Fan Ya is mentally silent: I hate math teachers, I hate math teachers, I hate application problems. Holding a pencil in his hand, he involuntarily began to scribble on the book.

The book was densely packed one after another, and Fan Ya herself couldn't tell what it was, a big black piece.

After wiping and wiping with an eraser, I finally wiped it clean, and the eraser was wiped so much, spitting a little saliva and mud, and finally rubbing it into a small ball.

It's fun to push the ball with a ruler, roll over, roll over, roll in every direction, up, down, left, right, and right.

Kunshan, the squad leader at the same table, couldn't stand it anymore, and deliberately pushed Fan Ya's arm with his elbow.

Fan Yazheng was fascinated by pushing the small ball with a ruler, but she didn't react this time, the force was too great, and she directly pushed the small ball under the table.

Fan Ya reacted at this time and glared at Kunshan viciously.

Kunshan is so helpless: I kicked the donkey again with my kindness.

Fan Ya didn't have the ball to play, and she suddenly felt bored.

Reaching into the desk drawer, a cool slimy wet little thing, secretly glanced at his hand, only to find that it was a small snail.

Fan Ya suddenly remembered that Yao Laiqian told her during the recess, I want to give you a little surprise, a special gift for you is in your drawer, you can "enjoy" it slowly in class.

Holding the snail lightly in his hand, he glanced at Kunshan, who was listening attentively to the lecture next to him. A prank immediately popped out of Fan Ya's brain.

It's all your nosy and ruined my fun rubber balls.

While Kunshan was bowing her head to do her homework, she quickly put the little snail on Kunshan's hair, which had just been cut like a brush yesterday.

Fan Ya pretended to be casual and played with the ruler.

Kunshan felt that something was moving on his head, and when he raised his head and pulled his hand back, Kunshan felt that his hand was cold and wet and slimy, and he couldn't help but say: "Ah! With a scream, the little snail retracted into the shell and rolled into the collar of Kunshan's school uniform, and suddenly fell into his back, and something was moving in the coldness of his back.

Kunshan couldn't care if he was in class, so he was so frightened that he jumped up directly from his seat, stomped his feet incessantly, and kept pulling his back clothes with both hands.

The students all wondered, the class president who has always been a model for the whole class, what happened today?

The math teacher made Fan Ya hold back her belly today, looking at Kunshan, which has always performed very well. I also came to add chaos today, and if I didn't get angry, I would be indiscriminate: "Kunshan!" You don't have a good class today, so bring me the book and go to the back of the classroom immediately! ”

After a toss in Kunshan, the little snail didn't know where to run.

Kunshan's stomach was aggrieved: Who am I recruiting to provoke someone, why does the teacher want to punish me?

Fan Ya secretly laughed: You deserve it, see if you want to provoke me again next time.

Continuing to play with her ruler, this time scraping the edge of the table with the ruler in her hand, gently at first, then like a carpenter pulling a saw.

The old desk was pulled up and down a few more times, and the fine sawdust powder flew, watching the edge of the desk slowly turn from a small fine line to a small crack, Fan Ya became more and more accomplished.

Slowly, the movements of Fan Ya's hands became faster and faster, and the strength became stronger and stronger. Woohoo! Woohoo! The sound of pulling the ruler is getting louder and harsher.

Fan Ya has completely devoted herself to her own world, as if she has blocked herself. I have long forgotten the previous unhappiness, forgotten the math teacher, and forgotten that I am still in class.

Suddenly, I felt a dark shadow blocking the crack, and when I looked up, I saw that the math teacher was standing in front of me with angry eyes.

Frightened, Fan Ya's scalp was numb, and she stopped the movements of her hands.

The math teacher couldn't help but pull the ruler with one hand, break it with both hands, and break it in two. Throw it on the ground. Then he grabbed Fan Ya's ears: "Let me go to the front blackboard and stand in class, and read the multiplication formula to the class leader 200 times after class in a while, if I don't complete the task, I am not allowed to go to the cafeteria to eat at noon!" ”

Fan Ya trembled and followed the teacher, standing in front of the blackboard as if walking on thin ice.

At this time, Fan Ya happened to be standing face to face with Kunshan.

Kunshan stared at Fan Ya viciously: You guy, what did you do to me in the first place?

Fan Ya looked at Kunshan's gaze, and her psychology was a little weak: I'm sorry Kunshan, even if you accompany me today.

The teacher lectured again, Fan Ya couldn't calm down at all, her face was red and white, and she looked like a fluttering rabbit in her arms, and so many pairs of eyes in the audience stared at herself stunned: It's a pity that there are no holes in the ground, if there are any, go to the hole as soon as possible. Got criticized twice in one class, damn it! And that damn multiplication mantra, ahhhh And my lunch!

Thinking about it, thinking about it, and thinking about it went off track......