That day, Guan Dabeard talked about the history of the Chinese revolution, and talked about the Red Army's 25,000-mile Long March, climbing snow-capped mountains, crossing grasslands, eating tree bark, and swallowing grass roots
And the boy was probably not very interested in this familiar thing, because when he was hungry a few years ago, he had tasted all those things, and it was really pointless to talk about them endlessly.
When I had nothing to do, I took out my small mirror and started to fix myself. Logically speaking, you should try to hide yourself as much as possible and not disturb others or affect the order of the class. Others will not hold you accountable for your eccentricities, especially Class teachers are generally unwilling to take care of their students. Unless absolutely necessary, if students make small movements or speak in low voices, these teachers will turn a blind eye, pretend not to notice, and let them do whatever they want.
But this boy didn't do it. Just when he was admiring himself with all his heart, a ray of sunshine came into the classroom and happened to hit his small mirror. The light and shadow followed the shaking of his hand and wandered around the classroom freely. He got up, and slipped to the blackboard, slid up the white wall, and flew to the ceiling with a "swish", running between the lights, and boldly jumped on the politics teacher's glasses, shaking the teacher for a while. Dizzy, he was about to take a step forward to get the chalk on the desk, but accidentally stepped on the air and almost fell off the platform.
This made him angry, but as a teacher he couldn't act too outrageously. He quickly supported the desk, stood upright, cleared his throat, and glanced at the boy behind his glasses. He saw that the boy was immersed in himself. In the midst of self-admiration, he completely ignored all eyes that were uniformly focused on him.
Seeing that he still didn¡¯t wake up, the politics teacher cleared his throat again, just like the sound made when the heavy door of a temple is pushed open, low and rough: "Are you handsome?"
At this moment, the classroom became silent as the teacher stopped teaching. This sound seemed particularly eerie. The boy couldn't help but feel "excited", as if he woke up from a dream. He was stunned for a moment. Looking from the small mirror, he saw the whole scene. All the eyes of the class were shot at him, as if countless black holes were pointed at him. He couldn't help but shuddered, quickly put the small mirror into his trouser pocket, and sat up straight.
There was still silence in the classroom, and the teacher asked him sarcastically: "Did you finish the photo? Is it beautiful?"
It was true that Chi Chunji was neurotic, but he had not lost his self-esteem. When he heard this, his face immediately turned red. Especially when he saw boys and girls looking at him with suppressed smiles, he felt even more uncomfortable. This sentence disrupted the original relationship. With a weak spirit, he blushed and said, "What's wrong with me? I have a wind thorn on my face. It's so itchy that I can't take a picture."
He immediately started talking back to the teacher, his voice was intense and high-pitched, and the veins on his neck were bulging. Normal students would never have the guts to be so "brainy". The politics teacher didn't expect that he would dare to do this, and he was a little overwhelmed. What should I say further
Over there, Luo Dafeng couldn't sit still, because it touched on a word she was taboo about, and she felt that the boy seemed to be insinuating her. Then she saw the teacher being rudely contradicted, and felt angry.
"Stop talking and just listen to the class seriously!"
Don¡¯t tell me, this sound is the final word, the muffled ultra-low sound wave suppresses all the noise at once.
Seeing the real black and red "wind thorn" trembling slightly, the boy immediately fell silent.
"The "authentic" thing is here, no matter where you go, if you are sensible, shut up!
The quarrel that was about to break out was firmly suppressed, and no one dared to "prick" anymore!
The politics teacher adjusted his glasses and looked towards her. He was grateful to Luo Dafeng. She saved the day. Otherwise, it would be so shameless for a teacher to argue with such a bastard. If Teacher Yu's image spreads out, his colleagues will laugh at him.
From then on, Chi Chunji seemed to have obtained a special license. All the teachers in the class knew that he was mentally ill and no one paid attention to him.
He has learned lessons from experience and learned that he usually does not take out a small mirror. Even if he takes it out, he must avoid the "noisy" sunlight to avoid causing trouble again.
As a result, he evolved into a "free male god", wandering away from class, watching the scene, and dozing off. These "patents" of Yang Huli were taken over by him. Although the girl was still like that, she was already a dwarf, dwarfed by him.
People generally believe that such a person will not have good grades.
"But you are wrong. Although he didn't seem to listen at all in class, he didn't seem to fall behind at all. He ranked first in every exam and ranked at the top of the class.
Especially politics, didn¡¯t you, Guan Dahu, take special care of me? I will show you a sample.Don't think I'm being disrespectful to you, but you couldn't fail me. You got all the weird questions and partial questions, and even got a score of ninety-nine.
The disappointment of that point was due to Guan Dabeard deliberately asking a crooked question when he had no other choice. The purpose was not to let them get full marks in the test, because in that case, it would appear that the teacher was too incompetent.
But since then, Guan Dabeard has taken a new look at Chi Chunji, and he has become less critical of his "ronin" behavior. Instead, he secretly observed this person: Where does this special power come from?
He also analyzed this geek with other teachers in the teaching and research office, but no one could figure it out, let alone analyze it to a theoretical level. It's just a matter of admiration. Other than that, there is no other way, and the research can't produce any results.
The eyes of this weirdo are not only admiring himself, he is more interested in women.
Every time during class, when he was intoxicated with himself, he would always use his lustful eyes to carefully comb the girls in the class from front to back, from their hairstyles to their clothes and even the cosmetics she wore. All can achieve a clear understanding of everything.
However, when you think about it carefully, this is nothing too surprising. There were very few cosmetics in that era, only three or five brands.
But his eyes were indeed poisonous enough. Even though he was curious about the brands, as long as he looked at them, walked past the woman, and took a sniff, he would guess 100 times. Corruption is not like "chaotic chaos" that makes people bow to the ground.
In the past two days, Chi Chunji had something on her mind.
No one would have thought that his thoughts would actually fall on Che Huaizhi.
Because she often came to see Yang Huli, Chi Chunji began to pay attention to her. No, in his mind, Che Huaizhi should be "looking" at him at every turn, which made him feel the need to take the initiative to hold him accountable. However, he was afraid of Yang Huli and others and did not dare to act rashly, so he Without knowing it, he secretly followed Che Huaizhi for a long time. One day, he fell in love with the water house. Usually when Che Huaizhi came here to collect water, he was alone. He saw it from a distance. As Che Huaizhi walked in that direction, he stepped up and followed.