"There was a large-scale electricity leakage accident at the well-known Internet addiction school 'Good Paradise' in the mouths of parents, and all the 74 members of the summer vacation class were subjected to electric shocks of varying degrees, and it is reported that it was the 10th anniversary of the school ······ Good Paradise."

The news was playing on the TV, and Meng Chao was kneeling on the ground and wiping the floor, her thick hair covering the corners of her upturned mouth. She was the first to call the police, grabbed the wire, and became a hero who bravely saved her teachers and classmates. As for that reporter, Hongzhen······ was so uncooperative, I could only push her into the water, and when I got into the water, I pulled the photographer down, which was very trouble-free. After a brief physical examination in the hospital and making sure that everything was fine, she ran out before the reporter came, and then the reporter came to the door, and she refused all on the grounds that she was frightened.

"Daddy, please lift your feet."

Meng Cheng raised his foot, took off his socks and threw them on the ground.

"Wash it for me."

Meng Chao's eyes instantly turned scarlet - how could he throw his socks on the ground? How can you mess with things! This is to be poured with ice water education! She quickly took the sour-smelling socks and washed them. How can I wait for my socks to stink before washing? How can you be sloppy so far! This is to rush the high-pressure water gun education! Ah······h How can it.

Meng Cheng was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, putting his feet on the coffee table, very comfortable. It's a really comfortable day, just lie down on the sofa and play with your mobile phone after work, the meal is made by a wife, and the ground is dragged by a girl, and the paradise is really a good place, and you don't have to do housework by yourself anymore, although you said a big accident, but your daughter is fine, isn't it? Therefore, as long as education does not die, we should work hard to educate. Thinking like this, he picked his nose and flicked it to the ground.

How can it! Meng Chao, who had finished washing his socks, saw this scene, and his eyes turned even redder.

"What's wrong, baby?" Yuan Jie discovered the abnormality of the Meng Dynasty and hurriedly came over to inquire.

"Mommy······ Do you still have a rag that was broken into a fishing net? Meng Chao turned around and saw Yuan Jie putting the old rag into the hole in the table.

"You can still mop the floor, can you throw it away?"

"Of course you have to throw away useless things, this rag has already accumulated mushrooms, have you used it to wipe the floor once?"

"Just know how to throw and throw. Change for change, if you can change anything, you will be changed first! After Yuan Jie finished speaking, she shoved the rag into the table hole.

When Meng Chao heard this, he suddenly became frightened, and muttered, "You have already changed it once······

"What do you say?" Yuan Jie didn't hear her words, but she was complaining again.

"Really, I don't know anything about saving, and I don't know what I learned in school!"

"What do you learn······ Meng Chao sneered.

"Principal Wang has taught me a lot, hehe, yes, I have to apply what I have learned. You ask: Am I your good parent? ”

"It should be, are you my good boy, how can you ask your parents in turn." Meng Cheng stretched out a finger and pointed at Meng Chao.

"It's rude to point a finger at someone, and also, answer incorrectly!"

A week later.

At dinner time, Meng Cheng was mopping the floor in the living room, and when he heard the prompt sound of the washing machine at the end of the laundry, he quickly wrapped the garbage in paper and threw it into the trash can, and then took the basin to dry the clothes. Yuan Jie counted the details of this month's family accounts in the study. Meng Chao changed the paper with a few correct questions in the bedroom, and the words 'Xi' and 'Chao' could be roughly seen in the name column. After a while, she asked, "Are you my good parents?" ”

"Yes. We are your good parents. Meng Cheng and Yuan Jie replied at the same time.

"I'm your good boy too." Meng Chao smiled like a spring breeze.

What a harmonious family!

The front end of the brain behind the human frontal bone is the prefrontal lobe that controls emotions, and Wang Liang's famous research is: piercing the prefrontal lobe with a unique needle method, passing an electric current, destroying the original tissue, and waiting for people to open their eyes again, the brain is another personality. The last person who was fortunate enough to receive his treatment with this technique was called Meng Chao.

The sky is thundering, the clouds are raining, the waves are crashing on the snow, and the mountains and rocks are about to fall. A long snake with black and white stripes fell to the bottom of the sea, chained so heavily that it could not turn over; A white light streaked down the world, and there were all kinds of lives, and there was no escape.

Three hundred years later.

In the early morning, the sun broke through the clouds, like an overly loving mother swaying with great tenderness. When the first rays of morning light entered the bedroom, Meng Chao was already sitting in front of the mirror. Perhaps, the sunshine means hope to others, but to her, it is hopeless. You see, here it is again - as the sun covers his cheeks, seven black moles slowly emerge, like seven black worms.

"It's ugly!" Meng Chao couldn't stand the existence of such a presence on his white face, and closed the mirror fiercely.

"Chao'er, get up." Yuan Jie shouted outside the door.

"Got it, Mom."

Meng Chao quickly changed his clothes. Thinking of his school S, Meng Chao's eyes were full of disgust.

After a hurried meal, Meng Chao went to school.

"Is that what life is all about? I obviously didn't want to, but I had to do it. ”

She muttered under her breath.

S sits in the south and faces north, there is a red and yellow gate, and the door reads: Walk into the S, hold your head high. Straight to the door is the red school building, which is in an inverted T-shape. The first and second years of junior high school are in this building. There is also a yellow laboratory building to the west, on which the third year of junior high school is located. To the east is a playground that is shared with the temporary school. Walking into the teaching building is the hall, from the hall to the east and west side of the extension of two corridors, the south side of the corridor is the classroom, the first floor from east to west in order of distribution of classes 1 to 6, the second floor distribution of 7 to 12 classes. Meng Chao's sixth class was at the end of the corridor, and Meng Chao was getting closer to the classroom, the faster her heart was beating, and she was afraid. What are you afraid of? There are 600 students in the grade, and she is 80 or 90 students. But she was really afraid of that homeroom teacher, she even beat more than a dozen students in the grade, how could she tolerate her eighty or ninety? Therefore, people give the nickname: Extermination Master.

Meng Chao rubbed to the door of the classroom, raised his eyes to look at the classroom that seemed to be pressed by a poisonous miasma, and bowed his head and walked to the seat.

"I heard that the results have come down, have you read them?" Wang Qi, who was at the same table, said to Liu Qiao at the back table.

"I don't think I'm going to do well in the test, have you seen it?" Liu Qiao replied.

"Nope."

Wang Qi turned around and glanced at Meng Chao who didn't speak to her. Meng Chao was a pure and obedient girl in her eyes, but she really looked down on her, the black moles on that face were so dazzling, oh my God, if she had so many moles on her own face, she would rather kill herself! Once Meng Chao let out a childlike laugh while running, she felt really annoying, pretending to be tender? At the moment, he said, "Can you not be like a child!" ”

Meng Chao naturally knew that this "little princess" who was touted by everyone looked down on herself, but she didn't have any bad intentions, and she didn't pay attention to it.

But Liu Qiao ......

Meng Chao looked back at him, he was looking at Wang Qi intently. Liu Qiao likes Wang Qi, which the Meng Dynasty has known for a long time. Speaking of it, there is still some astringency in my heart, originally she was his good friend, and the two met on the first day of military training, and became good friends later. How good is it - the kind of ants that enlarge the ants in the pencil case of the female classmates together. And now the two of them talk only a handful of times.

"It's not worth making friends deep at this point...... Meng Chao shook his head.

The transcript was sent down.

Meng Chao squeezed into the cracks of the people: Meng Chao had 12 students in his class and 82 in his grade.

"The class ranking is two years back, but fortunately, the grade ranking has not moved." Meng Chao first breathed a sigh of relief, and then became nervous - what will happen to the head teacher this time? Is she punished by a regression in class rank or a regression in grade rank? Is she going to retire this time to play five boards or ten teams? Will she still punch her in the face? And what insulting words would she say?

"No, I can't think about it anymore." Meng Chao's heart was beating hard again.

"Hey, the first fifteen, to be honest, it's not copied!" Zhao Yao at the front table looked like I understood.

"Haven't I always been in this position?" Meng Chao is very strange, this time her class ranking has regressed, why is it that your classmates look like you are too good in the exam and are beyond your ability?

"Ah, yes, yes, you study well, you are the first in the class!" Zhao Yao sneered and turned his head.

Before the English class, every step Hongzhen took into the classroom was like stepping on the tip of Meng Chao's heart, Hongzhen stepped up to the podium, and Meng Chao's heartbeat accelerated. Hongzhen made a simple analysis of the results after showing the results on the projection: "This time, the average score of our class is the first, which is very good." But! Those who enter the top 30 of the grade are not as good as the fifth class, and there is no leader, and they can't take the lead in learning...... Look at it, this regressive - Wang Qi, the grade has regressed by more than 50 places, what are you doing?! Liu Qiao, even more powerful, has withdrawn more than 70 places in the grade, and the front and back tables. The improved, Gao Yi and Yang Fan, did not improve much, and ranked twenty or thirty in the grade...... There is also a kind of people, time bomb types, like Meng Chao and Xu Feng, who go up by themselves and harm others. You see that Wang Qi is very good at studying, why can't he be at the same table with Meng Chao? ”

Meng Chao clearly felt that Wang Qi, who had just collapsed due to the regression in his grades, straightened up after listening to the last sentence, and even leaned slightly in the opposite direction to her.

But Meng Chao really felt wronged, Wang Qi had only a handful of words to her, and it was obvious that she had been talking to Liu Qiao. Both of them have regressed in their grades, haven't they?

Midday.

"Hey, Mom. The results are down. Meng Chao said to his mother on the other end of the phone.

"Class 12, grade 82."

"What?!" Yuan Jie became angry when she heard it.

"How did you get the test?! I thought you could improve this time! Is this a return of two more! ”

"But, Mom, I haven't dropped my grade ranking."

"You can't quit in the class! Back then, my mother didn't do homework, and just listening to the class did better than you! Your homeroom teacher is so strict, you don't know how to be motivated! Waiting for her to hit you with a stick?! Alright, I'll talk about it when I get back! Yuan Jie said that the more the fire grew. This kid can still count the grades when he is in elementary school, why is it that the older he gets, the more unwell-behaved he becomes?

Meng Chao was a little aggrieved, but he had long been used to it. The eyes are used to it, too—just storing up tears but not shedding them.

Mother didn't go home at noon, and Meng Chaoshi ate the rice balls and preserved egg tofu cooked by his father Meng Cheng without knowing the taste, and then went back to the room for a lunch break. Lying on the bed, she thought: I will cook a rice ball at noon, and I don't know who I will support with more than 4,000 wages a month! But fortunately, although the results this time were average, the head teacher didn't pursue it, and you looked like you did well in the exam like your classmates.

Afternoon.

"Meng Dynasty! The head teacher called. Bian Zhe stood at the door and shouted.

On the way to the office, Meng Chao looked at Bian Zhe beside him, she was the last student, but she was often beaten and scolded by the head teacher like her. In addition to Bian Zhe, there are several students who are about forty.

"Look at the questions you did!"

As soon as Meng Chao and the others stepped into the office, they were thrown a test paper with a face. Hongzhen's desk was against the door, and she was sitting in her office chair staring at them viciously, the bamboo stick in her hand creaking.

Meng Chao looked at the red cross on the test paper in her hand, she scored 3.5 points for the task-based reading of five points, and then looked at the other students, all of them were two to 1.5 points. Why is she still unqualified at 3.5?

Meng Chao was no longer afraid when it was his turn to see the classmates in front of him beating sticks one by one, and he was used to it after all. But......

"How do you do that?" Hongzhen slapped a stick on the back of Meng Chao's right hand!

Although there is a saying: the palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are all meat. But the back of the hand is actually many times more sensitive than the palm of the hand. Even though Meng Chao was used to being beaten in the palm of his hand, as soon as he hit this stick on the back of his hand, he immediately felt a pain in his heart, and for a while, Meng Chao had the heart to cut off this hand. The sensation of pain travels along the nerve into the brain, and the intense stimulus causes the nerve to vibrate violently, like a cone. Her eyes were hazy, and she vaguely saw a red bulge on the back of her hand. Then, every time Hongzhen said a word, she slapped Meng Chao's back of her hand. Meng Chao couldn't hear what she was saying anymore.

"Tell you: You are the most angry with me in the class, even Bian Zhe and the last one or two are not so angry with me. Alright, reach out. ”

Meng Chao heard this.

What the? Do you want to fight again? Did you just play all the hands? Meng Chao felt that she couldn't bear it anymore, but she didn't dare to hide. Last time, she watched Yang Xu dodge, but she was hit twice as much as the stick.

Meng Chao stretched out his left hand.

"Three sticks at 0.5 points, minus one and a half points, a total of nine sticks."

Hongzhen said while beating Meng Chao: "It doesn't hurt at all." ”

Meng Chao never understood the reason why Hongzhen said this, did she try it herself? It's all fought, why do you have to tell a lie?

Walking out of the office door, Meng Chao couldn't hold back his soft sobs anymore and returned to his seat.

Gao Yi saw her crying and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Meng Chao wanted to speak, but his trembling lips couldn't say anything, so he could only stretch out the back of his hand to show him.

Gao Yi saw that the stick marks on her hands were already high and bulging, red and swollen.

"Hey...... She is like this, Zhang Chuan was slapped by her last time and her ears rang. ”

"But...... She's done...... I'm done with the back of my hand, and I have to ...... again Fight again......" Meng Chao finished sobbing.

"I think our head teacher ...... Sometimes it's excessive. Gao Yi said.

Meng Chao withdrew his hand and thought: Tell your mother when you go home.

On the way home at night.

"Yang Fan? Yang Fan? Meng Chao shouted.

Yang Fan is a member of the propaganda committee in the class and is responsible for the selection of the pictorial. Meng Chao specially told her: If her pictorial is unsuccessful, please return it to her. It was painted by Meng Chao for a noon and a night.

Yang Fan pretended not to hear. She hates Meng Chao the most - when she was in elementary school, Meng Chao was always better than herself, all the teachers and classmates looked to her, she was among the best in learning, she was always the protagonist in the performance program, and now she finally fell under her hands.

"Yang Fan?"

"Yang Fan!"

"What are you doing!"

Yang Fan had to agree, she still had to maintain her image of a polite and good girl! Meng Chao is so hateful, can't you see that she doesn't want to deal with her? also called her vigorously, causing her classmates to come and see it.

"Yang Fan, where's my pictorial?"

"Thrown."

"Why did you throw it away? You promised me! Meng Chao's voice trembled a little.

"The unqualified ones are all thrown away!"

After Yang Fan finished speaking, he hurriedly pushed the cart away.

Meng Chao was really angry. Of course, she knew that Yang Fan had always been jealous of herself, and she couldn't wait to step into the mud to be happy. Every time he sent out the test papers, Yang Fan repeatedly took the first step to stuff Meng Chao's test papers into his drawer hole, and if his score was lower than Meng Chao's, he would not return the test papers to her, and the teacher scolded her for Meng Chao not having test papers during class. If his score is higher than Meng Chao's, he will laugh and return the test paper to her. This was only discovered by Meng Chao when he returned to work early after running exercises. Yang Fan, who was caught, did not blush and his heart did not beat, watching Meng Chao take the test paper back from his drawer hole, it was all right.

When he got home, Meng Chao threw himself into Yuan Jie's arms. Yuan Jie's thoughts about her exam results stopped the moment she saw her daughter's hazy teary eyes.

"What's wrong? Wronged? ”

"Hmmm......"

Meng Chao choked up when he heard his mother's words, and stretched out his hand to let his mother see the back of his red and swollen hand.

"You were beaten by your master? Oops! Why is it so powerful? ”

She ...... And hit again...... Hit the palm of your hand again. ”

"It's getting more and more excessive! I called and asked her. ”

"Mom, don't just ask her that."

"Don't worry, Mom."

After dinner, Yuan Jie took a walk in the square in front of the building and called Hongzhen.

"Hey, Teacher Hong, I'm Meng Chao's mother."

"Oh, what's wrong?"

"Why did Meng Chao have an injury on his hand after returning home today? Did you get into a fight? ”

Hongzhen was a little flustered.

"Huh? Hurt...... Belch...... I don't know, she's not the kind of child who can fight people. ”

"Oh, the teacher doesn't know. That's okay, Meng Chao will ask you to take care of it more. Yuan Jie smiled angrily, it seems that she also knows that she has a weak heart.

Meng Chao took out Chinese painting paints after his mother went out, mixed them with water, and applied them to his hands. When you finish your homework and the color is almost soaked into the top layer of your skin, rinse it gently with water. The already miserable little hands are a little terrifying.

Meng Chao looked at the scarred hands and felt sad, not all for herself, but also for the teacher-student relationship between her and Hongzhen. She clearly remembers that when she was not long after entering school, she missed the teacher's explanation because she participated in the language competition, and she didn't know until the teacher asked, so she was depressed all the time. Hongzhen saw it, put her arm around her shoulders and asked, "What's wrong?" Not happy? Another time, in English class, Hongzhen asked her to practice English conversation between her peers, and her classmates found the back table to practice, and the peers at the back table also found the back table, and she was the only one left around, so Hongzhen went over to practice with her. Meng Chao's heart was astringent, and she really felt that she was a good teacher who was considerate of her students. And now, even if she cries to death, will she care?