"You seem to be pretty skilled at this?" Erya saw that I was blocking the road again, and I was reporting on the phone, and suddenly came to such a sentence.

"For the first time." I thought Erya was joking with me, so I didn't care, and responded to her with a smile.

"I didn't help Qin Lang cover before, right?" Erya still has a smile on her face, but the content behind the smile is a little scary.

Erya has long since stopped calling the four precepts the four precepts, but Qin Lang. It's like don't call me Ermao, call me Dachun.

She always said that she was too much of an adult, and she was still called a nickname, which was too tender. I replied to her, but I still used to call you Erya. She said, whatever it is.

Erya still pulled back to Sijie in the end, which is something I don't want to see.

However, before I could answer, Erya picked up her own words again. "Don't mind, just kidding. Even if you have beaten and covered me and I can't do anything to you, what are you afraid of? ”

"Let's eat, let's eat, if there is a fight in the inside, it may affect the pond fish." I brought the topic back to the editor-in-chief (inner drama: I'm sorry, my editor-in-chief is big). "Maybe when the time comes, you can take advantage of the chaos to escape an order or something......"

After saying that, I laughed, but unfortunately the second girl just looked at me with disgust and didn't laugh along.

Smack (joke attempted to be slapped in the face)!

Ice.

It must be false to say that I haven't covered Sijie, but Erya doesn't know the pain I feel every time I cover for this.

The girl I like for ten years, married to my best brother, if my brother cherishes it, it's just that, and I always follow the wind and dust woman to the ambiguity of the melon field and plums, I have to help cover at this time, and it is called a knife in the ribs of the brothers.

Who knows the complexity and pain of this feeling. I don't remember whether the two ribs hurt from being pierced by the knife, but I remember the heartache clearly.

Many times, I want to say to Sijie, there is a kind of love called letting go of the hand, can you let go of Erya. But whenever I want to put this impulse into action, Erya and Sijie will stand in front of me like a model couple, like a husband and wife.

……

The life of the third year of junior high school was monotonous and boring, and learning was the key word of that year.

Although I was still able to get a good ranking in the exam by a slight advantage by virtue of my comparative advantage in composition, I also began to realize that writing a good composition also depends on my state and mentality, and I don't know if my mentality can still be as calm as usual in the examination room of the high school entrance examination. Therefore, I want to save myself some advantages in objective questions.

So, I started to hide under the covers at night and read. Because I couldn't interfere with other students' rest, I had to cover my whole body with a quilt so that the light from the flashlight could not leak out. I don't know if you have such an experience, after less than ten minutes, you will feel difficult to breathe, then turn off the light, put your head out of the quilt and breathe for a while, and then get into the quilt.

And so on and so forth.

I want to get the first place in the class in chemistry, so that Erya doesn't have to go to the pension area to find Sijie tutoring every day during extracurricular activities, she will pat me on the back and say gently, Ermao, you tell me about chemistry.

I would look up at the sky at 45 degrees and say contemptuously to Erya, "Go find Sijie, although his chemistry is a little worse than mine, but it should be enough to tutor you." ”

This kind of fantasy did not become a reality, but because I was hiding under the covers and reading a book, I suddenly found that my eyes began to blur.

I'm short-sighted.

Finally, I put on my glasses. At that time, there were still relatively few junior high school students in rural areas who wore glasses. So, at Erya, I have a new nickname, Four-Eyed Boy.

Every time Erya called me like this, I told her that the homeroom teacher also wears glasses, or you should also call him Four-Eyed.

Erya will say that Mr. Luo is not a four-eyed boy.

I said, what is that.

Erya replied to me, it's a four-eyed old boy!

Then, we both laughed back and forth.

I said it could also be called a four-eyed fat boy.

Then the Four Rings also joined us in the camp of giggling. Sijie said loudly, "Yes, yes, Mr. Luo is a four-eyed fat man, and Mr. Luo is a four-eyed fat boy......

Sijie laughed very hard, and Erya and I suddenly fell silent, and quickly grabbed a book at hand and pretended to look.

"Qin Lang, come to my office for a while."

The head teacher, Mr. Luo, was already standing behind Sijie at some point. The four precepts know that they are finished.

Sijie took all the blame and did not betray me and Erya, he once again reviewed it in front of the whole class.

Whether it was from the standpoint of a master of composition at that time, or from the perspective of a professional editor now, Sijie's review at that time was really poorly written. The reason why he can get through the trick every time is that I guess I can't find a way to clean him up with the teacher.

For a two-skinned face with okay academic performance, as a teacher, sometimes I can really only turn a blind eye.

In chemistry, I didn't replace Sijie as Erya's tutor, but I eventually became Erya's teacher again, not only Erya's teacher, but also the teacher of the whole class.

It's not because Sijie insulted the teacher behind his back that he was deprived of the qualification to tutor Erya Chemistry, but that our English teacher gave birth to a child......

It is difficult for you to understand and believe that at that time, the quality of teachers in rural areas was not yet raised, and even the most basic quantity problem was not solved.

Our English teacher ratio is severely inadequate. The English teacher gave birth to a child during the winter vacation of the third year of junior high school, and the statutory maternity leave was about half a year, but because the school had a serious shortage of English teachers, she returned to work almost after the confinement.

From this point, I admired her from the bottom of my heart, so I still remember her surname Wu.

WE CALL HER MISS WU.

There will be a lot of test papers to be tested in the third year of junior high school, and there will be a lot of test papers to be commented on. One day, Miss WU suddenly found me and said that she would use it to evaluate the test papers in the evening self-study, and she would first tell me in the office, and then I would talk to the whole class in the classroom.

Because there are only a few things I do wrong or don't understand, MISS WU only needs to spend very little time talking to me, and then I spend more time talking to the whole class. THIS WAY, MISS WU HAS MORE TIME TO TAKE CARE OF THE CHILDREN.

My English score is not the best in my class, but it is also one of the best. THERE WERE SEVERAL STUDENTS IN THE CLASS WHO HAD PRONUNCIATION STANDARDS AND STRONG EXAMS TO CHOOSE FROM, BUT MISS WU INSISTED ON CHOOSING ME.

After a long time, I also dared to ask MISS WU the reason.

MISS WU SHOWED HER SWEET SMILE AND ASKED ME, "YOU'RE IN THE TOP THREE IN THE CLASS IN ENGLISH, IS THAT A LOW PROBABILITY?" Is it unwilling to help the teacher. ”

"No, no." I quickly explained, "I was feeling a little flattered. ”

"Because the teacher thinks you have the talent to be a teacher." MISS WU RESPONDED TO ME SERIOUSLY.

So, as mentioned earlier, I have the talent to be a teacher here.

I DON'T KNOW IF MISS WU'S STATEMENT WAS A TRUE EXPRESSION OF HER HEART, OR WHETHER SHE COMFORTED A STUDENT WHO HELPED HER WITH A WHITE LIE TO EVALUATE THE EXAM PAPERS, BUT I CAN SAY FOR SURE THAT SHE GAVE ME A LOT OF ENCOURAGEMENT AND INFLUENCE AT THAT TIME, AND EVEN I TOOK TEACHING AS THE DIRECTION OF MY LIFE AND CAREER PLANNING FOR A LONG TIME LATER.

Because I had to give comments to the whole class, I had to understand every detail, which was imperceptible to my English learning and progress at that time.

I still remember that once after I walked back to my seat after commenting on the test papers, Erya whispered behind me, "Ermao, you spoke so well." ”