Chapter 10 Section 3

During the noon rest, Fang Lin lay down on the table and pretended to sleep. The tabletop is covered in nicole with every kind of sneer you can imagine. "The daughter of a murderer must also be a murderer!" "Your father killed someone, so what's your plan!?" "Why didn't you die together??!!" "The most potential in history - a crazy female racing driver is about to be born!" "I really want to fuck you! Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death, you bloody murderer!" "Live bumper car, bumper bumper!" "Die, you murderer's daughter!"

"Your father knocked humans down like bowling pins!" "Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!" Every sentence ends with an exclamation point, as if the sentence itself wasn't shocking enough. No matter how many times I read these cynicisms, I couldn’t take it calmly. Fang Lin spent a lot of effort to scrape off with a blade, but the next day it was immediately covered, back and forth several times, and finally had to let these vicious words look like tumors. grow on the table. Report to the class tutor? The teacher in class would only lash out at her and teach her: "Other people's desks are so clean, why is yours messy! Do you have a tutor!" or: "You didn't mess with others, why would others mess with you? Reflect on yourself first? Go back!"

No matter how others scolded, it was not as lethal as the teacher's scolding.Every time, the three words "no tutor" are like a sharp knife, piercing Fang Lin's deepest heart, stabbing her heart and blood. After a few times, Fang Lin learned the minimum way to protect herself, that is, don't ask the class teacher for help. If you don't ask the class teacher for help, the class teacher has never given up trying to trouble her... On Wednesday afternoon, the second to fourth classes are all Chinese. Chinese is just the main subject that the class teacher is in charge of. For three consecutive Chinese classes, students are assigned to write according to the usual practice.The strange thing is that every composition class proposition seems to be aimed at Fang Lin.

Last week's composition topic was "Crime and Punishment" or "The Price of Appeasement". Last week's composition topic was "My Dad" or "If I Don't Have a Dad". Today's essay topic is... The class instructor wrote "If I kill someone" on the blackboard with chalk, paused, and then wrote "If my father is a murderer" on the side.The whole class couldn't help laughing. "Li Fanglin! You must have a high score!" Gan Ze raised his legs and yelled at the back of the classroom, which immediately made the whole class laugh.

Two one two, two two four, two three six, two four eight, twenty fifty, two sixty two... The male student sitting in front of Fang Lin looked at these two topics disapprovingly, thinking: What kind of composition proposition is this?Doesn't this make Li Fanglin look bad?What is the teacher's dissatisfaction with Li Fanglin, why should he keep teasing her like this? The male student in the front seat did not turn his head to peek at Fang Lin's expression. He couldn't bear it. "Same, choose one of the two topics." The class teacher said lightly: "If I kill a person, I mainly want you to use your imagination and try to use internalized thinking to reflect on the evil behavior of killing people. In addition One topic is my father is a murderer, and I want everyone to discuss the meaning of righteousness and killing relatives. Don’t gossip, concentrate on writing! If you can’t finish writing in three classes, you will be punished and run to the playground!”

There was a commotion among everyone, obviously they were still discussing Fang Lin.Someone else burst out laughing. Fang Lin's head was lowered, her long hair was hanging down on the table, no one could see her expression clearly. Small whispers and chirping comments are like black honeycombs that are close at hand. "Quiet! Be quiet!" The class teacher slapped the blackboard vigorously, bursting into anger: "What are you talking about? Concentrate on writing your own, or the whole class will go out and run ten laps on the playground together!" Only then did everyone quiet down.

The ninety-nine multiplication table has been memorized for two rounds, and half an hour later, Fang Lin's composition book is still blank. What to write? "Father, you said, I will encounter a lot of unhappy things and bad people... But you also said that good things will definitely happen, right?" Fang Lin looked at the blank grid, Dazed lips said: "Why didn't even a good thing happen to me after I went to high school? The more she thought about it, the more fascinated she became, and a hand slowly approached her back without knowing it. "?" That hand quickly picked up the blank composition book on the table, and Fang Lin suddenly recovered.

The indifferent teacher held the composition book and said sternly, "Li Fanglin, do you look down on me?" "...No." Fang Lin said in a low voice. My heart beats so fast. "It's not that you look down on me, so what's going on?" "..." "talk?" "I haven't figured it out yet." "What do you mean you haven't figured it out yet? Can you say so generously that you haven't figured it out when you take the college entrance examination in the future? Do you not want to be admitted to a good university? Or do you not care at all?"

"...No." Fang Lin's heart was beating so fast that she seemed to be unable to breathe. "What isn't it? Why don't you care? Where does your contemptuous attitude come from?" "...I'm sorry..." Fang Lin's breathing became more and more difficult, and she tried her best to barely spit out these three words. "Who are you sorry to? Sorry to me? The person you should say sorry to is yourself! What will become of your self-destructive attitude if you continue? Don't say I taught you after you get out!" "..." The atmosphere of the whole class became extremely chilling.

Everyone knows it's none of their business.But he was also oppressed by this strong anger. "Very good, you think you are excellent." The class teacher said lightly. "..." Fang Lin wanted to say no, but she didn't have the energy to answer at all. "You don't need to write a composition, you come to the stage for me." The class teacher pointed in the direction of the podium. "?" Fang Lin thought she had heard wrong. "Go on stage." The class instructor's eyes were extremely stern. "I……" "Are you looking down on me? I don't write essays, and I don't want you to go on stage. Li Fanglin, what are you doing at school? Go up!"

In desperation, Fang Lin slowly walked onto the podium. Although I don't know why I came to the stage, my feet are already trembling slightly. "If you don't write, just talk." The class instructor folded his hands on his chest and raised his chin slightly: "Choose one of the two topics and give an impromptu speech. If you speak well, I won't punish you. If you don't speak well, I will ask you to meet the commander tomorrow. Let the whole school listen to the stage. Let’s start.” Fang Lin was dumbfounded. The whole class is also stupid. Fang Lin's whole body was burning hot, and her head was blank. "What are you waiting for? Waiting for applause?" The class teacher clapped his hands: "Okay, everyone applaud!" The whole class applauded like thunder. "Yes, yes! We really want to hear it!" Gan Ze laughed and clapped vigorously. Fang Lin stared blankly at everything that happened in front of her, everything that happened to her was as malicious as thunder. cry? Maybe it would be easy if we cried bitterly in front of everyone. But if crying was useful, it would have been used long ago. Since the results were the same, Fang Lin had made up her mind not to shed a single tear in front of these people since she was completely humiliated and ruined.The problem was that she was only a seventeen-year-old high school girl, and it was her limit to be able to hold back her tears at this moment. If she really spoke on these two topics, she would definitely burst into tears. She just stood on the podium, in front of the two lines of chalk writing on the blackboard. The applause continued intermittently. Be stared at, peeped at, pitied, made fun of. She stood blankly for three classes that day.