Chapter 23 first quarter

I thought to myself, I must not move. I know the skin is being pulled badly.The inside of my left leg, where the uniform shorts are exposed, is completely attached to the chair. If I accidentally move it, I will be miserable.I bent my back and sniffed it quietly, and the smell was a little pungent—it was three-second glue.My left leg was glued to the chair. On the podium, Mr. Iwatsuki wrote "Sister Ono" with chalk on the blackboard.He was only in his early thirties, and there was no hair on the top and back of his head. As he faced the blackboard, his bald parts were exposed to the eyes of the whole class.

"The three most beauties in the world are Cleopatra, Concubine Yang, and..." Iwatsuki-sensei turned around abruptly holding the chalk. "This little wild girl." After he scanned us for confirmation, he continued: "That's strange." Quiet laughter like bubbling soft drinks slowly sounded in the classroom. However, not half of the students really found Mr. Iwatsuki's jokes funny.If you don't laugh, Iwatsuki-sensei will definitely go into hysterics.Whenever he encountered such a situation, his eyes would stand upright from the neck up like a different person, and the corners of his mouth would rise stiffly, and then he would start to name the students sitting in front with trembling voices, and suddenly asked difficult problems that he hadn't learned yet.

If he can't answer, he will show a ferocious expression like a lizard and ask us to stand for punishment. So, whenever Mr. Iwatsuki tells a joke, we all laugh. At that time, among the thirty-eight students, I was probably the one who laughed the most.Because I absolutely can't let the teacher go into hysteria, and I can't be punished to stand.Ask me to stand up now, and the inner thighs that are glued to the chair will be torn off like the membrane of a squid.Of course, I couldn't tell the teacher the reason, otherwise S would have no idea what horrible means he would use to retaliate against me.

I held my breath and slowly changed the angle of my head.I was on the opposite side from the one next to the window, on the side of the wall in the same row. S's fair face was like a piece of paper with black dots on it, and his flat, expressionless eyes stared straight at me across the entire row of faces. Just after class was over, when I returned to the classroom from the toilet, I saw S leaving my seat.I should have been more vigilant, but I just glanced at it, made sure there were no thumbtacks or watercolors, and sat down, completely oblivious to the transparent three-second glue that was squeezed into the chair.

Once before, I reported S's behavior to Iwatsuki-sensei.So, the teacher called me and S to the office, and questioned S on the spot. S honestly admitted that he made a mistake, and the teacher was very satisfied. He asked us to shake hands firmly in front of him, and the mediation ended.That night, my mailbox was immediately filled with grasshoppers, praying mantises and scarabs without feet. After my mother found out, she asked me if I knew the reason, but I didn't know the answer.In the end, Mom guessed that the mutilated insects were a prank by kids from the same building. ——I can't let my mother worry about it. After my father passed away the year before last, my mother struggled to earn living expenses alone.Although the more he drank, the more violent he was, but he also worked harder and had to do housework. One person took on the responsibility of two people.I can't break my mother's heart, I can't tell the truth, if my mother knows...

"It's actually Ono Komachi." My mother will definitely cry, and she will hide her tears behind my back. The two legs under the uniform shorts were also often targeted by S in the past.Once in physical education class, while all eyes were on the students who had fallen, S beat my calves with a razor-like skipping rope.Another time was in the corridor after class, he suddenly stabbed the back of my knee with a mechanical pencil.Today, that pencil lead remains in my skin. It is now December, and in three months, the third semester of the fourth grade will end.According to the school's regulations, boys' uniforms will be changed to long trousers from the fifth grade. By then, S will not find trouble with my legs.Of course, I don't think S's attack will end here.Head, face, eyes, hands, Xia Tian's arms, where will S aim?He will definitely continue to attack me.

I turned my head forward, facing the stinging gaze from the side.I reached into the drawer, fumbled for the triangle, and quietly took the left leg close to it, and inserted the sharp corner between the leg and the chair, and immediately felt the cold plastic feel.I tried to push the ruler in, but the tip stopped when it hit a hard object. It took about three seconds for the glue to completely solidify.I was facing forward, only my right hand continued to exert force, but there was no progress, and the hard object touched by the tip refused to change its shape.I strengthened the strength, the tip deflected from the barrier of the three-second glue and moved upwards, stabbing into the thigh fiercely.I shrank my neck in pain and sweated profusely in the winter classroom.

"This is neither a woman nor a shemale, but a man." I can't quite tell if the teacher is trying to make us laugh.Even so, for the sake of safety, there was still more timid laughter in the classroom than before.Like a fly struggling on the screen window, I cooperated with a smile and pushed the triangle under the table desperately.But the three-second glue could not be scraped off, and the tip of the ruler did not move forward at all.No, a little progress, the three-second glue that glues the thigh and the chair together makes room, try again... a little more progress.Did you scrape off the three-second glue?Or was the plywood surface of the chair chipped away?Because it won't hurt, I just know that the skin is fine, just keep doing it.However, it's still too early to feel relieved. Iwatsuki-sensei didn't know when he would explode, and suddenly told us to stand up.The action must be quick, and it must be done as carefully and quickly as pliers are used to cut the fuse of a bomb.

I pushed the triangular ruler and stole a glance at S. S also stared at me, her thin lips slowly raised, her thin and fair cheeks were like crooked clay, with an expression of thinking of an idea on the spur of the moment, or seizing the opportunity to implement a plan. At that time, Mr. Iwatsuki clapped his hands to shake off the chalk dust, and said proudly: "You graduate seniors and sisters, some people pronounce Prince Shotoku as sho to ku tai ko (the correct pronunciation is sho to ku tai si), thinking that he is a woman." There was another burst of ambiguous laughter from the bottom of the classroom.However, as soon as the ripples of laughter spread to S's seat, he suddenly stopped as if encountering a huge black monster protruding from the sea.

"...of." S blurted out in a low voice, causing Iwatsuki-sensei's expression to disappear. All the students sitting in rows in the classroom instantly turned into puppets. "What?...Is there a problem?" "No." "But, did you just speak?" Iwatsuki-sensei's expression gradually changed, like a lizard trying to squeeze through the thin film with its face. "Ok." "What are you talking about? Sorry, the teacher didn't hear clearly." The voice still has a little warmth, as if implying "it's okay now".But S squeezed out a smile again, raised his head, and repeated the same sentence.

"That's a lie." The film ruptured, and the lizard poked its face out.The triangular-shaped eyes glow when they spot insect prey. "……stand up." S obediently obeyed the instructions, and the sound of the chair mopping the floor was exceptionally loud.Iwatsuki-sensei fixed his gaze firmly on S, and calmly asked: "Isn't Prince Shotoku holding something? It's long and looks like a stick. Do you know what it's called?" When the sentence was about to finish, S replied "I don't know".The teacher's upper body trembled slightly, and the shoulders of the dark blue suit lifted...lifted...and then fell down suddenly. Yes wat, the teacher spoke the correct answer. "You, let me stand up in this class, and you are not allowed to sit down." "yes." "So--" Then, the expected happens.The lizard looked for new prey on the podium, turned its neck inch by inch, and slowly glanced from one side of the classroom to the other. "you." What I clicked on was the girl sitting obliquely in front of me.The teacher asked Prince Shotoku's date of birth, but of course she couldn't answer. "February 7, 574 AD, read every word in the textbook by heart." She was also fined to stand.Iwatsuki-sensei rolled his eyes, as if the light of a flashlight crawled across the floor, his eyes moved to the other side of the classroom, and then turned back at the same speed, gradually approaching me. "you." The teacher pointed to another boy, who still threw out absolutely unanswerable questions, and successfully made that student stand as a punishment. Then, the teacher called the roll one after another, the fourth, fifth, sixth... After a total of seven people were punished to stand, they finally calmed down and asked everyone except S to sit down. I collapsed. In the state where only S was punished to stand, the teacher continued to teach.As the attempt to frame me to my feet failed, S faced straight ahead with her lips tightly shut. Waiting for the long time before the bell rang, I pushed the triangle ruler desperately.I was lucky not to be called by the teacher, but when the class was over, the whole class had to stand up and salute, but I couldn't.I kept scraping off the three-second glue with the tip of the ruler, and then a little more, just a little bit.However, time passed quickly and a bell rang out from the loudspeaker.Teacher Iwatsuki finished his lecture and signaled the students on duty to shout slogans. "stand up." The whole class stood up together.I was flustered for a while, and when I came back to my senses, I found myself grabbing the chair, cocking my hips, and getting up with my legs glued to the chair. "salute." Iwatsuki-sensei left the classroom immediately.I quickly returned to my original sitting posture and looked around quietly, no one seemed to notice my strangeness.No, the boy sitting behind me seemed to have something to say.But when I put on the expression of "just joking", he lost interest and left his seat and walked out of the classroom. Since the next class was changed to the audio-visual classroom, the students disappeared one after another.In the end, I was the only one left glued to the chair, everyone left, and S was nowhere to be seen. I am sure that I can scrape off the three-second glue in the fifteen minutes of get out of class time, because there is not much left.In the silent classroom, I pushed the triangular ruler with my right hand, and carefully separated the skin that was still stuck to the chair. At this time, S suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom, whispering something, but I didn't hear it. S approached across the rows of tables expressionlessly, with a grunt in his throat, and pushed me down with both hands.The table, ceiling, and windows kept rotating, the back of my head and back hit the ground hard, and my left leg felt severe pain like twisting, and I let out a scream that was enough to deafen me.