Math lessons.

It's a course that makes students drowsy, at least at the time of early summer, when she reads at the blackboard with one arm on her head, her upper eyelids are already sticking to her lower eyelids—and it's only then that she can deeply understand how deep her upper eyelids and lower eyelids are, and the kind that can't be separated until death, no matter how forced they are.

It's really touching.

So gradually, gradually, she fell into a strange state of half-dreaming and half-awake.

What's more, there have been so many incredible things recently, the cause and effect of those things that she can't figure out, and the mess that makes her brain fail, so that the math class that she used to understand a little bit is now completely like listening to a book from heaven.....

However, I still forced myself to look up at the blackboard, to see the handwriting on the blackboard that was distorted by sleep, and to use all my strength to force myself to lift my spirits to listen to the lecture.

At this moment, on the podium, a male teacher about thirty-five years old was lecturing with great interest, a pair of full-framed black glasses pressed against the flat bridge of his nose, and the reflection on the lenses flashed, vaguely revealing his sternness; His students under the podium were also listening nervously, looking very serious.

In addition to the group of students sitting under the podium, in the last row of the classroom, there were seven or eight people standing scattered, bent over and taking notes very bitterly.

"What a bunch of idiots!" Halfway through the lecture, the male teacher suddenly stopped and began to sigh: "How many times have you talked about this type of question, how can anyone still make mistakes?!" Anyone who got this question wrong was copied 500 times for me and put it in my office before school! What did your parents do when they sent you to school?! How can I teach you this?! You are really the worst class I have ever led, and the students in the past are all better than you, willing to endure hardships, and smart...... Look at you ..... again."

After sighing, he continued to talk about the topic, but this sigh suddenly realized his endless complaints, such as being so good but only a middle school teacher, such as this group of cheating and unenlightened students, such as this damn work and rest time, such as his leader, such as his salary.....

He suddenly wanted to say two more words:

"And the row of stupid things standing in the back, Zhou Zhou Lian can't pass such a simple test, you just stand, stand until you die....."

Let's go it, it's a .....

This complaint successfully pulled the early summer back to reality from the dream, and recalled the class schedule, the next class is still mathematics, well, if the next class is still mathematics, it is no wonder that his dear teacher Wu has time to talk a few nonsense here without fear of delaying the teaching process. Glancing at his workbook, except for a few pieces of ghostly handwriting in his sleep, the rest was blank.... Thinking that Lao Wu said that she would make up all the homework she owed before school, she felt panicked..... With her IQ, and she didn't listen to any classes, how did she finish writing this?

"Well, borrow your homework book?" Hatsu patted the back of the front table and smiled flatteringly.

"Don't." The front table turned his head sideways, decisively refused, obviously despising his vain attempt to get something for nothing, and the contempt that flashed in his eyes was well captured by early summer.

It made early summer a little blushing and a little embarrassed.

But:

If you don't borrow it, you won't borrow it, why do you still fly a white eye to me, my sister borrowed your pen a few days ago, and I ate how many spicy strips from labor and management are this bird attitude? Ya's labor and management won't give you food in the future!

Early summer begins ventrally.

Her eyes involuntarily glanced at the homework book of a certain student not far away, and her careful thoughts began to carry out various activities.

As a scumbag with poor popularity and a stupid mouth, how to attack the homework book of a top student, this is really worth thinking about by a certain woman (Ye Zijun: Shameful, you don't have to focus on studying).

But at this moment, Mr. Wu, who was spitting on the podium, suddenly approached, striding like a meteor, walking like a fly! In the early summer, he didn't dare to think about anything, and all his nerves were focused on Mr. Wu, who was stepping in, preparing for an inexplicable storm......

The teacher walked directly past her and walked behind her, slapped the girl behind her on the head, and slapped the girl's head directly on the wooden tabletop, so that the whole class heard the sound of her head hitting the desk.

"Girls' family! Be ashamed! What are you doing during class hours? ”

The girl slowly raised her head against the table, her expression was misty and numb, and a pair of highly myopic eyes were hidden in her glasses to look away: this was the fourth floor, and the view from the window was very good, the cypress and pine trees were lush, and some birds sometimes stopped at the tips of the trees, sometimes gliding in the clear blue sky, and she could clearly see that the feathers on the tips of the birds were just right to touch the freedom of the wind.

So happy.

"What are you thinking?!" Lao Wu was very dissatisfied, and shouted in a 180-decibel voice: "I saw you wandering from the podium, and then you simply kept your head down and didn't look at the blackboard, are you dozing?!" What are you blocking with your hands? ”

Teacher Wu saw that the girl lowered her head and pressed the homework book with her hands, as if she was hiding something, so she unceremoniously pulled out the homework book, and the girl's head suddenly raised to look at him, her lips were pursed and her expression was still stupid and numb.

There is no trace of the problem in her workbook, only a two-dimensional painting of a teenager and a very vivid sketch of his teacher—but many of the details of this sketch are ugly, the overly slender and pointed eyes, and the mutilated fangs that show under the black lips, and the whole face is unconventionally distorted after artistic treatment..... It's a bit like Picasso's Guernica's abstraction, full of accusation and darkness, but you can still see who she paints.

At this moment, the person's face was distorted and uglier than what she had drawn, and Mr. Wu tore up his homework book and said angrily: "I know that you have a little spare money at home, but can you be so presumptuous if you have money in your family?" Don't you still be my student in my hands!! The results are not still a bad mess! Look at you, what kind of mess are you drawing, is it useful to draw these?! What the hell is drawing! Ugly to death, just like your ugly heart! Do you remember the last time I said that if I see you drawing, I'll let you stand for a year? Now I think a year is too light, I didn't expect you to know how to hate me, I don't want to think about how to improve my grades but make these crooked thoughts.... It's really good to draw me so ugly...... Come to my office after class and let's have a good chat! ”

After that, he kicked the girl's desk, and several books fell to the ground after sneering and pacing back to the lecture.

When he turned around, he didn't see the girl's eyes on his back, and the only bit of vitality that belonged to a young girl was revealed in that empty and numb eyes that had not changed for thousands of years, but it was a very, very vicious hatred.

The teacher didn't see it, but the students who turned their heads to salute the girl saw the vicious, gloomy, hateful eyes.