The head teacher was puzzled, "Isn't it better to hear it better when you sit in the front, what are you doing in the back?" ”

"I'll do everything the teacher says tonight, and tonight I want to do some other exercises quietly in the back, okay?"

"Okay then."

Coming out of the office, a strange smile immediately appeared on Zhang Yi's face, this plan she had been brewing for a long time, and it would be realized soon.

In the evening math self-study, Lao Zheng had finished the important content, and everyone was doing the questions with their heads down.

Zhang still glanced up at Lao Zheng, who was about to come down from the podium, and found that her eyes were really as expected, looking around, looking for her niece.

After walking around and not finding Zheng Qian, she still walked next to Zhang Yi, who at this time was still bowing his head and dull, pretending to be in a daze at a question.

Lao Zheng walked up to her, suddenly lowered his head and asked, "Zheng Qian, why didn't you come?" ”

Zhang still didn't raise his head and continued to be in a daze.

It wasn't until Lao Zheng knocked on her desk with a book that she replied in a low voice, "Oh, she's going back." ”

Lao Zheng seemed worried: "What's wrong, why did you go back?" ”

Zhang still shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Lao Zheng was probably thinking something in his heart, straightened up and pondered for a few seconds, and then said in that scathing and mocking and contemptuous tone, "Why are you sitting in the back?" ”

"I don't want to sit in front anymore!"

That tone continued: "Oh, if you want to sit in the front, you can sit in the front, if you want to sit in the back, you can sit in the back, you are so capable?" Won't you? The teacher just talked about it, you see, I didn't listen carefully, did I? ”

Back then, when Lao Zheng said this, the honest Zhang was still ashamed and couldn't wait to put his head into the hole in the table immediately, the top students in the first and second classes were there, and Wang Chao was also there.

Back then, Zheng Qian didn't come directly without saying a word, Teacher Zheng didn't blame, and she just changed her seat, so she was ridiculed and humiliated, to be honest, she wanted to die.

Lao Zheng's voice is very sharp, but it is also a little hoarse, a little arrogant, but her appearance is not good-looking, especially when she mocks people, the sound of her throat alone is enough to kill people.

Hearing the whispered "hehe" of his classmates, Zhang still felt that it was time.

She slammed the pen on the textbook, raised her head and looked angry, held her mouth and took a deep breath, and then said loudly, "Teacher, don't I have a name?" Did you just talk to me? In school, we need to be polite, don't teachers need to respect students? Your niece left without asking for leave, and instead of getting angry, you looked at me unpleasantly and teased me with your heart, this degree of partiality is too obvious, right? Usually I only care about those few people in class, and not only don't ask the students in the back row, but ridicule them for being useless, is this what a teacher should be? ”

The students in front of them just glanced back and hurriedly turned back and pretended to continue to do the question, but in fact they were all listening with their ears pricked up.

The students in the back looked at them for a longer time, and some male classmates made a disdainful sound of "hum" in their noses, and Zhang still knew that they were not targeting themselves.

"Oh, how can you be so unforgiving when you talk at such a young age. Zheng Qian didn't come, didn't the teacher know, and planned to call his home after class to ask. The teacher just saw you staring at the topic in a daze, thinking you wouldn't. You see that the first few classmates will do it, and they are almost finished, and you run to the back and sit, too far away from the blackboard, and the teacher is afraid that you will not understand. ”

Zhang still glanced at Lao Zheng, looking still angry.

"Okay, the teacher may have asked you out of nowhere just now, and it scared you. The teacher said sorry to you. Everyone is doing the questions, if you don't know, the teacher will tell you? ”

"Don't bother, I will. I think you should care more about the students who are holding you back. Many of your classmates have been forgotten by you. ”

After that, Zhang still picked up the pen again, and finished the answer in a few strokes.

After a dull sigh, the math teacher returned to the podium, tapped the table with chalk, half-raised his eyelids, and asked all the students, "Is there anything you just said that you don't understand?" If you don't understand, raise your hand, and if there are many people, the teacher will tell you again. ”

More than half of the students in the audience raised their hands one after another.

Lao Zheng was a little angry, "Why don't you say what you don't understand, wait for the teacher to ask one by one?" With so many classmates, one by one, they have to ask when? It's the third year of junior high school, why don't you hurry up until when? Learning is for yourself, not for the teacher. ”

Then, Lao Zheng coughed twice, wiped the chalk, picked up the chalk and began to point to the blackboard and repeat the content.

Many teachers feel that it is time-consuming to give lectures to poor students. Especially at a stage like the graduating class, it is much more important to be able to grasp a good student than to care about a poor student.

There are also many teachers, whether you are good at studying or not, if you don't communicate with him, then you may be kicked out of his care.

Zhang still knew that tonight, Zheng Qian would skip class, and she forgot the specific reason, she only knew that Lao Zheng would especially care about her.

Lu Congcong asked Zhang Yi worriedly: "You are like this, then the old lady still doesn't hold a grudge against you?" ”

"You'll definitely hate me, and you'll ignore me for days!"

"It stands to reason that you study so well, she should ......"

"Some people like to flatter, so they don't care if you have real skills. There are a few students who are so serious about the subject, but a little problem will pull the teacher to chat for a long time, such a classmate, the deep teacher likes it. ”

Lu Congcong just smiled indifferently and continued to work on the question.

When she first finished talking to Lao Zheng, she felt very happy, even more happy than her life.

But after a while, it felt too boring.

People are different, so why force them?

It is impossible for all teachers to pay attention to everyone's feelings like the math Chinese and English teachers in the first year of junior high school.

In the quiz, Zhang still failed the test.

Maybe she did it on purpose.

"What's the matter, this time, why did you do so badly?" The head teacher took her paper and blamed her with concern, "Isn't it all right, how can it be wrong?" ”

Zhang was still full of grievances, as if crying, "Math teacher, talk about me......"

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, it just means that I can sit wherever I want, and that I'm quite capable of it...... Actually, it's nothing, it's just the tone, it's too ugly......"

"What does this have to do with your studies?"

"It's okay, it's just ...... It's just that I haven't felt good in my heart. Thinking about it all the time, I wandered. ”

The head teacher was also a little nervous and comforted her: "Your teacher has such a temper, I will communicate with her another day, and let her pay attention to her in the future." Don't take it to heart, you can learn how you want, okay? ”