A joke about hot water pouring on your feet

Have you ever been misunderstood by others? That smell is really unpleasant. I was misunderstood, too, by my favorite teacher.

That day, whistling and singing, I came to school in a good mood and found that an English information book had just been distributed on my classmate's desk, but when I got to my desk, it was empty. I was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, anxious to find a book (because I was a careless child, sometimes I couldn't find it when I dropped it).

I can look for it, but I can't find it.

I thought, "What can I do? English is my favorite subject in primary school. Now, I can't find any books, which means I lost my gun on the battlefield.

Maybe she didn't send it to me because I was in the last seat, maybe she left a single table! So I asked the person who sent the book, "Did you give me the book?" The man who delivered the book said, "I gave it to you."

Huh? That's weird. She sent it to me. Why is there not even a piece of paper on my desk? Maybe my book fell to the ground and was picked up by someone else, because it was a new book with no name on it, and people didn't know it was mine when they picked it up.

I decided to tell this to my most amiable and respectable class teacher. In my mind, he is the most beloved teacher. He will get a clear picture if he works hard.

So, I told the teacher about it, and the teacher said, "It's not convenient to talk to you now. Come out with me after class. "

My heart was filled with joy and I thought, "The teacher is the most serious. He will certainly be as serious as my former teacher Wang, even more serious than Mr. Wang. The teacher is amiable. From the moment I started school, I was full of admiration for him. His meticulous style is always amazing. " Thinking of this, I can't help looking forward to the end of the class soon.

Ding! The bell finally rang, and I naturally followed the teacher out of the classroom, but unexpectedly, something that made me sad finally happened.

The teacher came to a conclusion without looking at me. The teacher said, "The person who delivered the book must have brought it to you. You must have lost it. I don't care what tricks you play, you still have to take the money. Look at your carelessness. "

What the teacher said was a knife, a knife that stabbed my heart. I suddenly feel top-heavy and very sad. However, I tried not to cry. I swallowed my tears to remind myself not to cry.

I didn't mean to blame the teacher when I wrote this article. I just hope that when the teacher is doing something, he should judge clearly and not jump to conclusions. Only in this way can he become my mentor, teacher, you should wake up.