The teacher's embarrassment

In the last year of senior three, I went to the office to find her on the pretext that there was something wrong with going to the office. It was very late then, and she was the only one in the office. She was correcting the paper, and she got up the courage to say, "Hey, let me talk to you." (The relationship is already very good) She didn't look up: "Go ahead." "Don't go home so late?" That's probably it. I can't figure it out. ) "No, why?" "I like you, can you believe it?" (She was funny, then she was 25) "Don't believe me" and "I'm serious" and then she laughed for a long time, which confused me. When I made a mistake, I was a little anxious: "Please give me an answer." She replied, "Let's talk about it after graduation. Go home first. It's getting late. " I just gave her a hug. At that time, my heart almost jumped out, fearing that she would refuse, but she froze for a long time. Later, I graduated and went to the police academy, and she agreed (I guess I didn't graduate at that time, for fear of bad influence). We are very happy together now, really.

In the late 1970s, when I was in the sixth grade of primary school, I was transferred to a class teacher named Liu, who was in his forties. During this period, he was reinstated after being overthrown and peacefully rehabilitated. I have stayed in the countryside for a long time, which is a bit rustic. I wear blue casual clothes and a hat all year round. The trousers were made by rural people themselves at that time, with fat crotch and no front piece. There is no belt on the belt. After going to the toilet, Mr. Liu often takes care of his long leather belt.

One day in Chinese class, Mr. Liu stood on the platform and read a text emotionally with a powerful voice. To tell the truth, Mr. Liu is the best Chinese teacher I have ever met in primary school. He was absorbed in reading the text in that class. I can hear that he was moved by the words, and Lang Lang's reading voice was full of affection.

At this time, my deskmate touched me with her elbow and motioned me to look at Miss Liu with her chin. I looked around and saw that Mr. Liu's trousers were not tidied up that day, and the extra one hung in front of his crotch, more than a foot long, dangling as he walked.

I laughed very little since I was a child. Seeing this, I was so happy that I went straight to my throat. I quickly picked up a book and covered my face, trying not to laugh. I peeked at other students with my eyes, knowing that they also saw the teacher's belt, and they all buried their faces in their desks to keep back their laughter. At this time, a classmate at the next table made a face at me when my eyes swept him. I couldn't help it any longer, and even looked up and laughed.

You can imagine the chaos in the classroom at that time. The teacher's belt was a teaser, and I suddenly laughed funny. As a result, the classmates who had been holding back for a long time suddenly burst into unbridled laughter like a tsunami. Poor Miss Liu, overwhelmed by this sudden and inexplicable laughter, first paused, then became angry from embarrassment, then shouted angrily, put aside other students, and ran a few steps to me as the initiator. First, she patted my head with the textbook in her hand, then grabbed my ear and threw me out of the classroom with the howl of my grin.

In the process of pulling me, Mr. Liu may have found the reason for laughing. After he left the classroom, he glared at me and turned to his office.

At this time, I was standing outside the classroom alone, and I was very nervous when I saw Mr. Liu's face distorted by anger just now. I feel that I am standing alone, and I feel that I need a partner to accompany me. When Mr. Liu came out of the office clean and tidy and scolded me angrily, I gave up Fang and the waiting classmates very unkindly, saying that they were the chief culprit of this mess. Sure enough, Mr. Liu entered the classroom. Amid the screams, his left and right hands grabbed Fang and Hou's ears, pulled them out and stood side by side with me.

By the way, there was nothing wrong with teachers punishing students at that time. And Mr. Liu was humiliated when he transferred to another school. He wants to save face and maintain authority. So, the three of us just stood in a row, and he took a circle in his left hand, slapped it, slapped it, and slapped it in a row. Then the right hand round, bang, bang, bang, fan.

Before, I only knew that my laughter was low, but my crying was also low. After I was slapped twice, I couldn't help crying, and my classmates next to me began to sob. Just waiting for my classmates, maybe I watched too many movies praising the little hero at that time, and I looked like I was dying. He put his hands on his chest, pinched his neck and looked at Mr. Liu contemptuously. Seeing the teacher flew into a rage, he threw himself at him, bypassed me and Fang, and hit me in the face.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Liu made a fool of himself again

Seeing the bus slapping, Mr. Hou was clever. His neck shrank, and he crouched down. A slap only flew the hat off his head, but it was confiscated by Miss Liu. His body rotated for half a circle and he stumbled to the ground. This time, he was even more embarrassed. He hit his mouth on the land that had just rained and chewed a mouthful of mud.

I haven't cried enough when the joke comes again. I'm not laughing at Mr. Liu this time, but at Mr. Hou. His hat was blown off, revealing a round head that had just been shaved. His head is very interesting, shining in the sun. I can't help it again. My eyes are still in tears, but my mouth is full of strange laughter of "gnome male-".

I remember there was a history class in Grade Two. I slept late because I fought with my roommate at night. My seat is in the front, and the teacher can see my position at a glance. I've been sleeping since class, holding down my notebook, which says who owed me what I played cards last night, what I owed others, the menu of the canteen this week, etc ... When the teacher came to see me, he didn't call me, just quietly looked at the words on my notebook, maybe he couldn't see clearly, and then the teacher bowed his head. My hair hung down and fell on my face. She just straightened her hair the other day, so she didn't tie it I smell a smell when I sleep. I didn't know whose scent it was at that time, but I always felt that someone was staring at you, which made people very uncomfortable. The waist is a sensitive part of the body. Suddenly I was poked by my deskmate, and I was still a half-asleep person. I jumped up at once, and the teacher was miserable. I suddenly hit him and jumped up. The teacher is a girl. She is light and weak, so she falls back. At that moment, I felt that I hit something and subconsciously reached out to touch it. I touched a hand and then pulled it back. At the same time, I pulled forward hard. At that time, my consciousness was a little vague and I didn't control my strength. When I hit it, she pushed me away with her other hand, and the two forces collided with each other. However, my consciousness is still vague. I lost my footing and fell in the direction of my deskmate. My deskmate is not a quiet host. He pushed me straight back and bumped into the teacher.