When I returned to the classroom, I saw a bunch of male classmates gathered around my seat, chattering non-stop. It's like a bargain like an aunt buying vegetables in the vegetable market. I had the illusion that I was in the wrong classroom. There was no learning atmosphere at all, it was like a gang party.

I walked over to my seat and said to the boys who were surrounding me, "Get out of the way, I'm going back to my seat." "They took one look at me and gave me the space.

A pair of sneaker-clad feet, leaning against my stool, dangling back and forth. The smug smile on his face was very dazzling, and if he thought with his toes, he could know who was so shameless, that he was the plague-like tablemate.

I frowned and said to him with a look of disgust: "Excuse me, put your feet down, I want to sit on a stool." He was still unmoved.

deliberately provoked me: "If you tell me to put it down, let it go!" What a shame! I won't let it go, what can you do with me? "I clenched my fists and resisted the urge to rush up and beat him up, preferably until I didn't even know his mother. The arrogance is too arrogant...

I kicked the stool away: "Aren't your feet still moving?" I'm not crippled, so why do you have to put your feet out on my stool! He got up from his stool, put the soles of his feet on my stool in front of me, twisted and rubbed hard, turned around and stimulated me with a wicked smile: "I'll step on your stool, how to drop!" You have the ability to bite me! ”

Seeing that the stool was very dirty, and listening to what he said, my brain was hot, and I rushed to his side, grabbed his arm, and opened my mouth to bite him with all my strength. He was so pained that his facial features twisted into a ball and he cried out: "Ah! Yes! You're a shrew, aren't you crazy, are you a dog? You really dare to bite me! "The more he tried to break free, the harder I bit harder.

The surrounding students were stunned, and the class leader ran out of the classroom to find the head teacher. It didn't take long for the head teacher to hear the news. Seeing that I hadn't spoken yet, Mr. Chen hurriedly shouted, "You two stop me and follow me to the office." I let go and followed Mr. Chen to the office.

As soon as we entered the door, the teacher pulled the stool over and sat down, and asked the two of us with a displeased expression: "You two, why did you have a quarrel in the class?" "I haven't said anything yet.

He was the first wicked to complain: "It was she who went crazy and bit me first!" ”

I justifiably defended to the teacher: "It was he who stepped on my stool first, took the initiative to ask for it, and let me bite him, and I just met his request." After listening to what I said, Mr. Chen became even more angry, his hand slapped on the table, and the lid of the cup vibrate.

I was so scared that my body trembled. Teacher Chen pointed at me: "You apologize to your tablemates, even if this matter is over, you are a freshman, and if you make a mistake for the first time, you will not invite your parents to come to school." I looked up at Mr. Chen, holding back tears and theorizing: "I didn't do anything wrong, he bullied me first, why should I apologize." I won't apologize. ”

Teacher Chen shook his head and had a headache, so he had no choice but to ask me to write a review, and asked me to hand it in to the office before self-study at night.