A light rain fell outside the window, which was like a cooling agent for the hot summer, dissipating some of the heat in the air and making people feel a little better.

At this time, Zhang Fan's expression was a little embarrassed, he stood on the podium in a dilemma, and his right hand holding the test paper trembled slightly, indicating that his heart was not at peace.

He has never lost his respect for the teacher, no matter how pedantic and rigid Ma Yan looks, Zhang Fan also restrained his emotions to the greatest extent.

"Teacher Ma, I, I won't hand in the test paper first......"

"Wait!"

Zhang Fan was about to retreat, but it was a big deal to pretend to review the test paper a few times in his seat, but the teacher Ma Yan suddenly came to his senses, got up slightly, and dragged his test paper over.

"Classmate, I've reminded you this many times, if you still want to hand in the paper, then I'll accept it." Ma Yan dragged the test paper with his left hand, held the whip in his right hand, and sat back in his chair, his eyes swept over Zhang Fan's test paper, and the old skin at the corner of his mouth pulled up a trace of arc.

"Huh? Teacher, this is ......."

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, his right hand still maintained the posture of holding the test paper, this Teacher Ma's face change speed was too fast, but he was also happy to see this kind of ending, and turned around to sit back in his seat.

Just as Zhang Fan was about to turn around and leave, Ma Yan on the podium suddenly whispered a sentence again: "You still don't get out!" Believe it or not, I slapped me in the face? ”

Ma Yan's tone was very low, and his voice was just something that only Zhang Fan could hear.

Zhang Fan looked around, and the other students in the classroom were burying their heads in their own test papers, and they did not react to the conversation between the two on the stage.

Any twelve-year-old boy who hears the teacher's words will definitely be sad, sad, and even blame himself, and from then on he will be afraid of Ma Yan in his heart.

Ma Yan tilted his head, sat on the chair of the podium, held the whip in one hand, held the test paper in the other, cocked Erlang's legs, with a faint smile on his face, and looked at Zhang Fan condescendingly.

But at this time, Zhang Fan was not the ignorant young man in Ma Yan's eyes at all, and he did not sit back in his seat in shame as Ma Yan thought. He took a deep breath and looked at Ma Yan in front of him with burning eyes, and did not leave the podium at all.

He really didn't expect such words to come out of the mouth of a people's teacher.

At the same time, Zhang Fan's heart slowly cleared up, and he had a trace of memories of his previous life.

This math teacher named Ma Yan seems to be the teacher who hit the student's head with a whip, and even caused a big storm in his third year of junior high school.

At that time, there was a classmate with a brain tumor in the third grade of junior high school, although it was only a benign tumor, but the tumor grew and pressed the nerves in the brain, making his IQ lower than that of ordinary classmates, so his usual grades were not as good as other students. The accident occurred in a certain class, because he failed to calculate a problem and was hit on the head by the teacher in the class, there were no symptoms at the time, but he began to develop symptoms after returning home, dizziness and headache, and then he was bedridden, and then the classmate was never able to go back to school.

Soon after, the sad news of the student's death came, and when asked why, many students thought of the events of that day.

Someone from the county education bureau also came to the school to investigate the matter, and even asked about the teacher's reputation, but the school leaders of the year forcibly suppressed the matter for the sake of reputation, and finally it was over.

But that incident caused a big turmoil back then, and even Zhang Fan, who was obsessed with learning, had heard a little about it, and the teacher in question seemed to be Ma Yan, and his punishment was to suspend classes for a few weeks, and then resume classes soon after!

Putting aside the death incident in his previous life, even if the direct cause of death of the classmate with a brain tumor was not Ma Yan's beating, in the final analysis, it has a lot to do with him.

Zhang Fan's memories slowly converged, and his last trace of good impression of Ma Yan disappeared.

He knew that a teacher was worthy of respect, just like a doctor, a noble profession.

The ancients said that they were teachers for one day and fathers for life; Those who are not close to the Buddha cannot be doctors, and those who are not close to immortals cannot be doctors.

However, Zhang Fan also knows that there are prerequisites for this kind of respect, and black sheep will always exist, just a difference between more and less.

"Teacher Ma, do you think your students have a problem passing?"

Zhang Fan's voice is not loud, but the words are sonorous, neither humble nor arrogant.

Some of the students in the ninth class of junior high school also stopped writing and looked sideways. Originally, Zhang Fan, a student who had just transferred, only stopped at his terrifying grades, but now it seems that there has been a slight change.

Ma Yan smiled slightly, and the whip in his hand drew a few circles in the air, and then he said slowly: "That's not, of course my students are very powerful, but are you my students now?" I've been teaching you for less than a week, hehe. ”

"And you, it looks like I didn't see you last week, a new student turned around today? Count me as a student? ”

After speaking, Ma Yan put down Zhang Fan's test paper, stood up, and looked around the classroom.

"As far as I know, your math score in the entrance exam of the 19th class of junior high school is the worst in the parallel class, and this time the final exam will be the last if nothing else." Ma Yan's words seemed to be mocking, and as if with a hint of regret, he walked back and forth on the podium with his hands behind his back, like a prison warden.

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the classroom of Class 19 of the junior high school was obviously stagnant, and the whole classroom became extremely silent, and only the sound of Ma Yan walking and rustling could be heard.

Zhang Fan stood in front of the podium, his face changed, if he hadn't been reborn and came back, he would have been like other students, he would only feel guilty in his heart, silently swallowing the teacher's mockery of him, and would not react.

"It's okay to have poor grades, but some students still like to be in the limelight?"

"I've never seen anyone in any other class turn in their math papers early!"

Ma Yan seemed to like this feeling very much, and his voice became louder and louder. After all, in his mind, no one in this classroom dared to talk back to him. However, he didn't expect that there was really an alternative sitting in front of him.

Zhang Fan felt that he was lucky in his previous life, whether it was school life or clinical work, he met most of the teachers who gave him great help, allowing him to go from a student in a county town to success in the eyes of everyone step by step. Closely, for example, Mr. Hu Han, they may not have a lot of power or academic ability, but they are a guiding light that cannot be ignored in Zhang Fan's growth process.

If he is still silent now, then Zhang Fan will really be reborn in vain.

"Teacher, what if I can get a perfect score?"