Chapter 12 Twelve, a handful outside the window

I feel more and more that our school is sparsely staffed (referring to the lineup of teachers).In particular, there are so few male teachers that you can't even think about it! There are only two male teachers. One is a physical education teacher.One is Teacher Tang, who became our main crush.I saw Mr. Tang, with two beards, exactly like Don Quixote. But this Don Quixote already has a family, and it is said that he is extremely affectionate.It's really not easy to intervene. Coincidentally, our teacher fell ill, and this precious animal fell into our class and turned into a piece of fat.It's really indecent to be torn about by the female students in our class!

The first crush was Feng Pangpang.To some extent, we are still lovers, (on the issue of Long Chao), since Long Chao empathized with Lan Juan, she has desperately instilled in me the truth that "no man is a good thing".Probably because he likes others and doesn't say hello to her. Since seeing "Donald Duck", she seemed to have changed her notion that "men don't have a good thing", and her eyes lit up. After class, "Donald Duck" is preparing textbooks and teaching reference books. The teacher has two teaching reference books, the big one is 16 and the small one is 32. Why are there two?The small one is to introduce the position and life of the famous author.The big ones are after-class questions, subsections and central ideas.There are some notes in the Chinese book, maybe it is blackboard writing, because I saw the teacher writing on the blackboard while reading the note.Once, the teacher got lost in his lecture, and five yuan fell from the language book. Everyone waited for the money to fall to their feet, but a gust of wind blew the five yuan back into the language book.

Feng Pangpang posted on the podium and asked: "Teacher, are you tired? Do you drink water?" As he said that, he ran to the window sill and aimed at a gaudy cup, and laid his hands on it.As soon as she handed it to the podium, suddenly, she tripped over the sweeping legs.It turned out to be Zhao Meiyun, the owner of the cup. "Yo~~~ This cup looks familiar! It's so beautiful! It must be worth 80 cents! Yo~~~ Isn't this mine? Why do you give Teacher Tang a drink of boiled water? When I go back, I will put some rose Qingxin tea on it for you. Teacher Tang..." Unexpectedly, Teacher Tang had escaped from the encirclement and disappeared.

After waiting for two classes, Teacher Tang appeared in our field of vision again. The impatient Feng Pangpang walked around Teacher Tang three times and made an astonishing discovery: "Teacher Tang, your buttons are about to fall off!" Teacher Tang said, "Don't worry about it." ...It was dark in the classroom for a while... A button that looks like a silver coin, in a fat little hand, smiled at me.I asked: "Whose button is this?" "I won't tell you. I snatched it. Oh, by the way, do you have your labor certificate? Hurry up and find it for me."

I hurriedly turned out the labor book.She didn't allow me to ask any more questions, so she snatched the labor certificate.Just look at her movements of turning the pages of the book, as fast as selling noodles with a knife.Feng Pangpang appeared in front of my face: "Button stitches are divided into horizontal stitches, vertical stitches, four stitches, and cross stitches. Which stitch do you think the teacher would like? ...Cross stitches don't work, do they?Easy to fray. ... Then the four principles, ah, it's too difficult! ... Then the horizontal needle?How much did you score in labor class last year? 70 points?I only scored 60 points..."

The next day, she brought needles and threads, but the teacher's buttons had already been nailed.The regularity of the acupuncture method must not come from the hands of Feng Pangpang, who scored 60 points in the labor class, but from the hands of Mrs. Tang. Teacher Tang's handwriting is exactly like Mi Fu.Mi Fu is a calligrapher who writes characters in a mess. He lived a thousand years ago. His home is not far from ours, so I know him.Zhao Meiyun didn't know about Mi Fu, but only had Teacher Tang in her eyes. Some people's representative characters are "goose", some are "dragon", some are "Buddha", and some are "shou".Teacher Tang's representative word is "bitterness".

Once, he gave us a section "Bitter Pomelo". When writing "Bitter", he concentrated on writing a cursive initial, which was very small. Everyone thought this was Mr. Tang's usual style of writing, and he didn't. care.Suddenly, with a wave of Teacher Tang's magical pen, as if to cut through the blackboard, a long "one" ran from one extreme of the blackboard to the other. Our exclamation went from low to high: "Wow~~~" I didn't expect that words could be written like this. After class, Zhao Meiyun forbade us to wipe the blackboard.Until she copied that word down.And blah blah blah:

"Teacher Tang wrote well, he is a calligrapher..." A lot of my classmates and I were confused and doubted our aesthetic IQ, so we had to listen to Zhao Meiyun's fallacies. Next, Zhao Meiyun began to ask Mr. Tang about his health and wellbeing. Zhao Meiyun said to me: "You come with me to the office, and I'll give you a sip of my 'Rose Qingxin Tea'." What does a sip mean? Once, Zhao Meiyun was sweeping the floor and insisted that I stay and wait for her, and said that she could treat me to a bunch of bean curd.As a result, what she asked me to eat was one of the five skewers, one piece of the skewer, and one bite of the skewer!And it's a small bite, and it's biting on the side, it's best to lick it.I endured the humiliation with grief, and resolutely refused to eat a single bite of one of the five skewers!And it's a sip!

This time, without any explanation, Zhao Meiyun took out a cup and poured me a sip of her homemade "Rose Qingxin Tea".The taste of this tea is like pouring salt, vinegar, sugar, soy sauce into the stomach all at once, and the taste can be compared with Mongolian perspiration medicine. As if I really drank Mongolian sweat medicine, I followed Zhao Meiyun into the office in a daze.The office is a holy place, and we will never go to the office to die when we are free.In order to send the spring breeze, Zhao Meiyun's brave spirit of not being afraid of the teacher is worth learning!

Zhao Meiyun and I sneaked into the office sneakily, and came out from under Mr. Tang's desk without anyone noticing: "Teacher Tang, please drink some tea!" Our sudden appearance surprised Mr. Tang.But it's the taste of the tea that worries me the most, because I've already experienced it. I saw that after Teacher Tang drank it, he immediately had mixed feelings, burst into tears, and choked.Repeatedly asked: "That's right. Did your family make it yourself? Have you applied for a patent?" Does it mean that if you apply for a patent, you have to file a complaint with the Consumers Association?

Zhao Meiyun watched Teacher Tang drink a large cup of "Rose Qingxin Tea", but she still had no intention of leaving. I wondered if she would take out another bucket of "Mint Throat Tea", Zhao Meiyun suddenly yelled: "thanks for your work teacher!" The sound was so loud that the people present were so frightened that they almost had a heart attack. Teacher Tang often walks with Mrs. Tang on the road.Also pushing a small cart with a little brother inside. Zhao Meiyun, Feng Pangpang, and I scrambled to run up to tease the little brother: "Yo, it's fun!" "Yo, so cute!" "Yo, so beautiful!" After Teacher Tang and Mrs. Tang walked away, we all made irresponsible remarks to our little brother: "Did you find out? He has a bit of a pair of eyes!" "Well, there is still a pinch of hair left." "Same as our class Yu Wenyu!" "Isn't it nice?" "Not good looking!"