Zhang still wiped the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes and left the office.

Her tears are real, she is crying for herself who was wronged back then, and she is also celebrating today's "victory", and she is satisfied with this result.

As soon as she returned to the door of her classroom, she felt that the class was unusually quiet, especially the second class next door, which was terrifyingly quiet.

Zhang still looked at the door of the second class from the back door of the first class, and sure enough, the English teacher was standing behind the door with his waist crossed and angry.

The English teacher is the homeroom teacher of the second class, and the second class is probably the most troublesome of the six classes. Others say that the third graduating class of junior high school, the really good class is the third class and the fourth class, followed by the fifth class and the sixth class, and the first class and the second class are the two worst brothers.

Back then, I was also in the top three in the school, why did I get into the first class?

If I had followed the third or fourth class, at least I wouldn't have understood English, I might not have been embarrassed by my math teacher, and my favorite Chinese grades might not have dropped.

A girl in her twenties gave me Chinese lessons, which sparked my interest in learning Chinese.

Zhang was still listening quietly in the back, wondering in his heart: Could it be that he has already torn up the book?

Back then, when Zhang was still back in his seat, Lu Congcong told her: "The English teacher tore the books of the two male students in the second class in half. ”

"Why?"

"There was a lot of commotion in the self-study class, and the English teachers were almost in the classroom, and they hadn't stopped."

"So you tore up the book? Does it work? People can't learn. ”

"Even if you have a book, you can't study, but tearing up the book is the teacher's fault."

This time, Zhang still didn't see the process of tearing the book, but when he saw the scattered books by the window, he guessed that something like that might have happened.

Sure enough, as soon as I returned to my seat, everyone was indeed whispering about it, and saying that it was just in time for the English teacher to have a bad temper recently, and the unlucky child hit the muzzle of the gun.

Zhang still moved the stool to Lu Congcong, discussed this matter with the girls in the front row with her, and couldn't help but interject: "When did he feel better?" ”

"Huh? Also, always with a cold face. It's like someone owes him. Recently, the political teacher's temper has not been very good, is it that the two of them quarrel again? ”

The political teacher's mouth is annoying enough to mumble. Speaking clearly, always like holding a piece of hot sweet potato, after a class, I only heard her mouth like a machine gun, if you hear a word clearly, it's okay.

The two are very husband and wife, and they are both rich and a little greasy. The English teacher is better, if he is a little thinner, he may be a middle-aged handsome guy. But the political teacher, especially the face, looked similar to the Buddha, but not so kind.

Politics teachers often lose their temper in class, throw books, and then lecture to a naughty classmate.

If you lose your temper with the whole class, it is very likely that "the family is fighting again"!

Student A in the front row suddenly asked in a low voice: "Zhang Yiyi, did the English teacher call you?" ”

Lu Congcong didn't understand a little, but Zhang was still very clear, "It's called, I've called it a long time ago, but I didn't go." I haven't called it since! ”

A asked curiously, "Or those people?" ”

"yes, who else but them?"

A was a little envious, "It's so good, I can be called by the teacher to tutor English, no wonder my grades are so stable." ”

"Hmph, you know what."

Lu Congcong couldn't understand what the two of them said, so he hurriedly pulled Zhang Yi and asked curiously: "Why are you going, what's the matter?" ”

Zhang still didn't want Lu Congcong to know about such a thing, but he thought to himself, almost the whole class knew, and it was not good for her to be kept in the dark, "It's that the English teacher will call the girls in two classes to his house, sometimes saying that they are making dumplings, and sometimes they are tutoring English." But I don't know what I'm doing, I haven't been there once. ”

"Oh!" Lu Congcong seemed to understand a little, "It's not bad to tutor English extraordinarily." It's just not my share. ”

"You! Either he can't rank in terms of posture, or he can't rank in grades, or he can't rank in terms of communication, anyway, his class representatives will not be absent. ”

As soon as Zhang Yi finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his words were a little too straight, and he was afraid that Lu Congcong would have other thoughts in his heart, so Zhang Yi immediately explained, "I didn't mean you ...... You may not be able to learn anything if you go, so you should learn it here. ”

"Understood, understood!"

But even if he says it bluntly, Lu Congcong probably won't take it to heart, whether it's a big grin, a generous, or a pretending to be confused, in short, Lu Congcong will not grudge with anyone.

Xiao A said: "To be honest, the English teacher is really angry, and everyone is afraid. But I'm afraid for a while, and it's time for two days to do something. ”

Zhang still nodded in approval at the same time as Lu Congcong.

"Hey, which teacher are you afraid of?"

Zhang still thought for a moment, "I'm most afraid of history teachers. I also like history teachers the most. ”

Xiao A and Lu Congcong were a little excited, "I'm also afraid of the history teacher." Last time, he slapped Zhao Xingxing's glasses away, which made the whole class scared. So I never dared not write his homework! ”

"Yes, not only are you afraid, but I am afraid. I forgot to write it that time, and he was about to check, and I was so scared that he would slap me too! But ......," Zhang still guessed his considerations, "he shouldn't beat up a girl." ”

"No, but it hurts enough to knock a book on the head. Wasn't it quite ruthless to knock Ma Xiaomeng last time, she cried. ”

The history classes that had just arrived in the third year of junior high school were really frightened, especially the slap from PIA, which made Zhang still feel palpitations.

But I don't know if this is the reason, Zhang Zhen's history grades are surprisingly good, and what's even more amazing is that she never recited history lessons. Every day, the old man who taught history would repeat the content of the previous lesson, even many times, and he would naturally remember it after being repeated too much.

History teachers rarely read textbooks in class, and many questions come as soon as they open their mouths, and perhaps, after repeated year after year, the knowledge in the textbooks is already familiar to me.

Maybe he won't remember Zhang Yi, but after becoming an adult, one day he passed by his home and saw him with white hair, sitting leisurely at the gate drinking tea.

Zhang still thought silently in his heart: It would be great if there were more such teachers to teach the graduating class.

Fortunately, after beating Zhao Xingxing that time, I never saw him beat anyone again.

"You say, you're so big, is it appropriate to sit at the front?"

Zhang still pointed to Zhao Daiyang, who was sitting in the front row on the side, and joked, "You are the highest in the class, but you sit at the front, alas! ”