Chapter 6 one

The world history class is talking about the history of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States in China. Unfortunately, I have already learned a lot of related stories, so I feel very boring.Having said that, I have neither the leisure to scribble on the notebook, nor the leisure to tear up the English dictionary and fold the airplane. As for the small movements that can be done in the rest of the class, they are basically not within the scope of my interest.Longing for "inaction", I listened to the teacher's boring explanation of "combining vertical and horizontal" absent-mindedly, while enjoying the happiness of getting my wish fulfilled.

Shenshan High School can be considered a prestigious school for further study. Generally speaking, the attitude of students in class is not bad.In the quiet classroom, the voice of the old teacher Lang Lang's lectures can be heard all around.The chalk rubbed against the blackboard from time to time, making a screeching sound.By this time in the fifth period, the Sandman was also starting to move.It was June, and the rainy season took a break.I just wasted my high school life like this. I press the mechanical pencil.Although I didn't want to write anything, the lead in the refill didn't come out-the lead was used up, and I didn't even notice.I took out a spare lead lead from the lead box, held the lead lead between my thumb and forefinger, and tried to insert it carefully into the nib of the pen, not from the end of the pen, but as carefully as if threading a needle.

However, the calm was broken in an instant. Snapped!The dangerous sound of a bamboo hitting a hard object sounded.I was startled by this unexpected impact, and at the same time I woke up, the HB refill broke in two from the middle.What a pity.No, maybe it still works. I was probably not the only one who was frightened—the classroom gradually became noisy.The girl at the next table said to the friend in the back seat: "What's going on just now? I was shocked." Probably bored and uncomfortable, I just want to talk when I get a chance. The sound didn't stop there.Snapped!Snapped!Then there was a second and third sound, followed by a burst of angry reprimands.Although the voice of the speaker is not low, the voice is a little muffled, and I can't hear what he is saying clearly.It was a low, forbidding male voice.Hearing this, I—and I guess the students in the class are the same—understood what happened: In the next classroom, the math teacher Onomichi must have started to lose his temper again.

People always say that teachers have the custom of holding a pointer, but in modern times, I have never seen any teacher who really wears a pointer, at best it is a pointer that can be retracted freely.There is a teacher Morishita in the teaching office. Before, I thought that the school would not let him, otherwise he would definitely bring a bamboo knife.But now this Onomichi teacher is even more amazing. He really brought a knotty bamboo stick that can be used as a bamboo knife as a pointer, and occasionally used it as a pointer.Naturally, the old slippery boy would not hit people with it. Every time he wanted to frighten the students, he would hit the podium or blackboard with a bamboo stick.For me, Mr. Onomichi is the mentor who taught me that "the blackboard is very hard and can withstand knocking".

Having said that, I have no dislike or contempt for this Onomichi-sensei, not at all.I had this kind of teacher in middle school, and even in elementary school.If you have to ask me what kind of feelings I have for him, it is probably very similar to my feelings for the girl next to me: I know the other person's face, name and personality, but I don't care. After all, I wasn't at all surprised by the commotion in the class next door.Just thinking about it, a transparent voice interrupted the fury like thunder.I have heard that voice.While recognizing the owner of the voice, I couldn't help but gasped: "No way..."

It sounded like Chitanda's voice. I am in the same grade as her.When we first entered school, we met through a little chance, and later joined the same club.So Chitanda was in the next class.I was surprised that someone dared to refute Onomichi, who was tapping on the blackboard; but it never even occurred to me that that person would be Chitanda.Although I heard it very clearly, but after all, there is a wall, so I can't really guarantee it... But the tone does sound like Chitanda. My surprise was not allayed.Although she couldn't hear what Chitanda was saying, she was speaking aggressively one sentence after another.I've heard that voice countless times, but it's the first time I've heard that tone.Did Chitanda sometimes yell angrily?

After finishing what he wanted to say in one breath, the voice fell silent.There was a suffocating silence in our classroom.The classroom next door was quiet again, perhaps because Onomichi was rendered speechless by Chitanda's words.The atmosphere of schadenfreude gradually dissipated. After all, we had to go on to the world history class after we calmed down. I removed the lead from the mechanical pencil, neatly installed it on the end of the pen, and twirled the pen around my fingertip.