“There are many lovely flowers on land and in water. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty loved chrysanthemum the most. Since the Tang Dynasty, people have loved peony the most. I love only…” The cafeteria is near the junior high school teaching building. It is morning self-study time now, and the sound of neat reading can be heard from a classroom on the second floor.
I was cleaning the cafeteria absentmindedly. Soon the chorus of reading was stopped and the sound of individual readings became fragmented. A girl came from the canteen with two bottles of drinks, and the empty cafeteria was instantly filled with her voice.
"Miao Miao, take a break. You have to sweep the entire morning self-study session anyway."
The girl was talking to Lu Miao, another classmate who was cleaning the common area. The common area of ​​our class was the canteen, which was quite large, and the head teacher allowed the cleaning time to continue until the morning self-study.
I was busy cleaning up the debris on the floor, and the two girls started talking to one another. Their voices were amplified in the empty cafeteria, as if they were coming from a loudspeaker.
"Don't you know yet? Gu Yue transferred to our school because he injured someone!"
Another girl was surprised: "Miao Miao, how did you know?"
"My brother studied at Gu Yue's previous school. It is said that Gu Yue was the boss of their school and no one could beat him! And..."
"Broken bones? Didn't the other party's parents pursue the matter?"
It's Gu Yue again. I don't like to hear these two words. When I hear these two words, I can think of Liu Sulan's face that makes me sick.
In the kitchen across the cafeteria window, the headmaster's back flashed by. At such a close distance, the headmaster must have heard everything clearly. I looked at the two girls, hesitating whether to remind them.
Lu Miao sat with her back to the kitchen, looking nonchalant: "Haha, investigate? How can we investigate? Gu Yue's father has a big business and has connections above him. Who do you want the parents to investigate?"
"So that's how it is. No wonder Gu Yue is so domineering everywhere he goes. Fatty used to be so domineering, but now he has to behave himself in front of him." The girl said in surprise, "Then, is what the nerd said true? Gu Yue is Teacher Liu's son."
The girl was asking me, and before I could answer, Lu Miao answered: "If he wasn't Mr. Liu's son, how could Gu Yue transfer to our school before graduation with his poor grades?"
When these three words "Teacher Liu" appeared, my heart felt like being pricked by a needle. I did not care whether the dean inside could hear it or not. I kept my mouth shut and let the two girls make a fuss.
"Speaking of this, Yuanyuan, you went against Gu Yue like that yesterday, weren't you afraid? Gu Yue is..."
Afraid? Afraid of what?
I lowered my eyes, trying to hide my true thoughts: "I was also impulsive. Didn't you all say that Gu Yue's father is rich? If you mess with him, you'll have a hard time."
"I was so scared that he would hit me." Lu Miao showed a panicked expression, "I saw him hitting someone before, and he was very cruel. I don't know what the other person said, but he kicked the person down in one go."
"So scary? He won't really hit girls, will he?" the girl said with a look of fear on her face.
“Who knows…”
"Are you telling the truth?" A voice suddenly appeared. Of course it was the dean of studies.
"Ah!" Lu Miao turned around and found that it was the dean of studies. She immediately exclaimed in regret.
I still held the broom and said nothing.
"Is what you just said true?" the dean repeated it again, but none of us said anything.
We can talk and ridicule behind their backs, but if we actually go to the teacher and complain, everyone will despise us.
"The school is now strictly enforcing school spirit and discipline." Perhaps noticing our concerns, the dean slowly spoke, "One is to rectify the school spirit, and the other is to create a better learning environment for you."
As expected of the dean of studies, he induces people to inform on others but still claims that "I am doing this for your own good".
But we still didn't speak.
"Okay, I'm asking you now. If you don't tell me, if something happens in the future, you will either be considered as not reporting it, or you will be accused of being an accomplice." The dean's tone became tougher. "If you are bullied by your classmates, you still have to tell the teacher. If the teacher doesn't help you, who will? Was there any violence in your class yesterday?"
The dean of studies is very skilled in using the stick and candy trick.
Lu Miao said in panic: "The person involved in yesterday's incident is right here, why don't you ask her!"
Lu Miao pointed the finger at me. I looked into Lu Miao's eyes in surprise, then quickly lowered my head. I heard that the rectification of school spirit and discipline is actually linked to the performance of the dean of studies. The dean of studies is probably trying to catch a few examples.
The dean followed Lu Miao's gaze and looked at me, probably wondering how such a good student like me could have a conflict with Gu Yue.
"Zhang Yuanyuan? What's the matter? You can just tell me and the teacher will help you make the decision!"
I held the broom and hesitated whether to speak out. But what would it matter if I spoke out? The school is permanent, but the students are transient. We are just passers-by, and we will leave after three years, but the teachers will stay. Director Guo and Liu Sulan are colleagues, so how could they tear each other apart for a few students?
"Zhang Yuanyuan, tell me, didn't you talk to Gu Yue yesterday... Director Guo has already spoken, what are you afraid of?" Lu Miao watched the fire from the other side of the river, but added fuel to the fire.
I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "What are you talking about? Director Guo is a teacher, and Gu Yue's mother is Director Guo's colleague!" I rolled my eyes and said to Director Guo: "Director Guo, the matter has passed, and I don't want to mention it anymore. It's not a big deal, there's nothing to say."
Director Guo was a little bit relentless: "If a student does something that hinders classmates' learning or even endangers their personal safety, the school will definitely intervene. We will never be partial just because the student is a relative or child of a teacher!"
"Is what Director Guo said true?" I couldn't guess my own intentions. "Even if it was the teacher's son, if he made a mistake, he would be treated impartially like an ordinary student, without shielding or compromise?" I didn't believe that there would really be a teacher who would punish a colleague's child so "selflessly", but even if there was a one in ten thousand chance, if Director Guo really did this, maybe Liu Sulan would be replaced...
"I will never cover it up. If I find out about this kind of thing and I catch it, I will definitely deal with it seriously!"
When I finished cleaning and left the cafeteria, I looked back and thought about what I had just said, and I felt a little uneasy. I guided Director Guo to make a promise that if Gu Yue committed a crime in the future, he would be punished no matter who found out and reported him. I touched the place where the jade pendant was, and thought, Mom, am I doing the right thing? It seems like I have set a trap for someone. However, if Gu Yue didn't commit a crime, even if I dug a trap, I might not be able to bury him. If he really got into trouble, it was because he wanted to commit a crime, so I can't blame anyone else!
The class next door was staying late. The only sound in the quiet classroom was the teacher's lecture. The noisy corridor did not affect the classroom discipline at all. This kind of English class was completely different from our class. Finally, their class was over, and I walked over quickly and stopped the teacher in his 50s.
"Teacher Huang, I don't know how to solve a problem. Can I ask you?"
Teacher Huang is an old teacher who was re-employed. He is old and has two classes. He really cannot replace Teacher Hu to teach our class, so Liu Sulan was asked to be a substitute teacher.
"Yuanyuan, sure, sure, show it to me!"
If you are a good student, teachers will treat you differently wherever you go. I quickly handed over the test paper. In addition to the question 63 that might have been deducted for the wrong score, I also had several questions that Liu Sulan didn't explain correctly.
"There's nothing wrong with that. It's just a different way of saying it. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it. It's correct!" Teacher Huang adjusted his glasses and said to me with certainty a few seconds later, "Hey, you got this question right! I guess the examiner deducted points based on the standard answer. In fact, you can get points as long as your answer makes sense, and you shouldn't be restricted by the standard answer. You got this question wrong, it's really..."
Teacher Huang only said half of her words, but I understood what she meant. I could have definitely scored points on this question, but Liu Sulan corrected the paper according to the standard answer. Maybe someone reminded her halfway, so the answers were the same, but one was wrong. She deducted the wrong points but didn't take it seriously, and didn't think about recalculating the points. She even gave me a cold look when I asked her about it... I immediately frowned.
If I was really acting unreasonably , then I deserved to be ridiculed by the teacher and then scolded by Gu Yue, who was eager to protect his mother. I asked for it. But that is not the case at all!
Yes, I did go to the office to get one or two extra points, but I didn't deliberately find fault with them. I deserved them. Liu Sulan made a mistake in marking the papers, which led to the situation where I got points deducted even though I answered correctly! She made a mistake, but she acted as if it was natural, because I am a teacher and teachers are authoritative. The fire in my heart was burning more and more, and my internal organs seemed to be burning, and I couldn't find a place to vent.
Teacher Huang then explained the following questions to me. Actually, my behavior made her work overtime, but she still explained it to me in detail. Although I was furious, I still endured it and listened carefully to Teacher Huang's explanation. This opportunity was very precious to me.
After explaining the topic, Teacher Huang was a little emotional and started chatting with me. She asked me how I was doing and whether Liu Sulan was teaching well. I smiled and didn't answer.
"Alas, actually, your teacher Hu originally only wanted her to substitute for one month's class. After all, she was the teacher who was suspended from teaching due to complaints from the junior high school department. Your teacher Hu didn't dare to let her teach, but, your teacher Hu's family had such a big problem that she couldn't get away!"
"Classes suspended?" I wondered.
"Isn't the class suspended? I heard that there was a teaching accident and he insulted students, which was reported to the school by the students' parents, and then..." After Teacher Huang finished speaking, he looked at me with pity, but I was already stunned.
Complaints, suspensions, teaching accidents?
I was still fuming over Liu Sulan's accusation yesterday, but now I heard something that made me even more angry: Liu Sulan was actually complained by a parent, suspended from school, and... a teaching accident? I felt like I couldn't even breathe.
Classmates used to say that Liu Sulan could only teach in junior high school, but it turns out that she can’t even teach in junior high school!
Teacher Huang told me with concern that if I had any questions in the future, I could ask her. She also said that if I was not in poor health and could not teach students, she would like to give me extra lessons...
I followed what Teacher Huang said, nodding or shaking my head respectfully. In fact, I couldn't hear anything at all. I was still in shock. It turned out that Liu Sulan was not even qualified to teach in a junior high school!
Teacher Huang and I were still standing in the corridor connecting the two classes. If we moved to the right, we could see our classmates in the classroom through the back door. They didn't know anything yet. They thought Liu Sulan was just an ordinary substitute teacher. Even if she taught junior high school, at least she had the title of "teacher". They didn't know that Liu Sulan had a teaching accident and was suspended by the school for training. Only after the training was completed and she passed the examination could Liu Sulan continue to teach.
Yet she is now teaching us who are about to take our graduation exams.
My heart is like the ground wet by rain, damp, cold, and the dark corner is called despair. There are still more than four months before the graduation exam, but I can't see any hope. There is light in my heart, but it is slowly extinguishing. It's been more than four months, and it's still unknown whether Teacher Hu can come back. Liu Sulan can't be relied on at all, and hiring a tutor...
"If possible, you should hire a tutor." Teacher Huang advised gently, "The graduation exam is not a trivial matter, and your current English teaching situation is really not optimistic. You are my most promising student in this class. It would be a pity if you lag behind just because of English. You should know that how well you do in the English exam will make a big difference in your choice of school in the future..."
I lowered my head, and the wet ground reflected the sadness and embarrassment on my face.
Listening to the sound of rain hitting my raincoat, I felt depressed and melancholy. It's not that I don't understand what Teacher Huang said, but she said "the situation of English teaching is not optimistic", which is the biggest denial of Liu Sulan. Without tutors and good teachers, and only Liu Sulan, how can I, who is in a second-rate school, compete with students from key schools and several famous schools?
My eyes were sore, and I sniffed to hold back the bitterness in my heart. I couldn't ask the school to change teachers, and I didn't have the money to ask my family to hire a tutor for me. What should I do to catch up with my grades? What should I do to get into Shanghai as I wished?
I pedaled my bike listlessly, thinking that my dad wanted me to bring some things home on the way home from school, so I rode the bike to the entrance of the small supermarket.
I put the bike at the door and walked in without locking it. Thieves will not steal a broken bike that has been repaired many times to survive.
When I walked into the supermarket, I ran into a junior high school classmate who came to the supermarket to avoid the rain without an umbrella. I glanced at him and looked away. I didn't want to say hello. Although my junior high school classmates and I were not as bad as we were in elementary school, we didn't have a close relationship because of that experience in elementary school.
But the other person still remembered me: "Zhang Yuanyuan! Hey, it's really you!"
I can’t remember clearly whether the other person’s name was Liu Fang or Yang Fang, but she showed such enthusiasm as if we were friends for many years.
"Are you still studying in No. 6 Middle School?"
"Yeah, yeah." I answered her casually, took two towels and prepared to get toilet paper.
She didn't seem to notice my indifference, and kept coming up to chat with me: "Why didn't you come to No. 1 Middle School? You would have been able to get into No. 1 Middle School with your grades back then!"
Because No. 1 Middle School cannot waive tuition fees. I complained in my heart, but I didn't want these things to be known to everyone. I didn't want to be labeled a poor student after being excellent in both character and learning, and I didn't want people to point at me and say, "Look, Zhang Yuanyuan is so sensible. Her family is not well off, so she has to study hard." Because nine times out of ten, it will not have a positive effect, but will be excluded by others. Although, I am also excluded now.
"Did you take the second mock exam? How did you do?"
I thought about it and said to her, "Are you in the top class of No. 1 Middle School now?"
"Hey, how can I be in the elite class? I am just in an ordinary class, struggling in the sea of ​​suffering!"
She was talking excitedly, but I was calculating the money in my pocket and the amount of toilet paper I could buy. If I bought better toilet paper, I would have to put down a towel, but if I bought lower quality ones... I secretly glanced at my junior high school classmate and decided to wait until she left before taking it.
"I asked the head of our grade's English group to give me extra lessons, but my English grades didn't improve, barely getting over 110 points."
Unlike people with poor grades who want to improve their grades and it is easy to improve their grades by several tens of points, when the scores are over 100, it is very difficult to improve them by more than ten points.
"Oh, then what's your ranking in your class? Is the average score of your class much different from the top class?" I asked tactfully to get an approximate estimate. Her scores were similar to mine, so I could also know what position I would be in in a prestigious school.
She sighed exaggeratedly: "With my grades, I am only in the upper middle class in our class. The top students all score 130 or 140. They are not even human!"
Only in the upper middle level? After hearing this answer, I felt a little confused again.
"How are your grades?" she suddenly asked. "If you had come to No. 1 Middle School, you would have been in the top class, not like me."
"Me?" I smiled a self-deprecating smile, "Just over 110 points."
She pulled the corner of her mouth, and then said modestly and proudly: "Well, you still have to go to a good school. The learning atmosphere is completely different. More than 110 points is a very good result in No. 6 Middle School, right? This score is also in the upper middle level in No. 1 Middle School. However, the level of students is different, and the difficulty of the test papers must be different. The teacher who made the test papers doesn't treat us as human beings!"
I lowered my head and didn't respond to her. I was worried about when the rain would stop and when she would leave.
She was right. The quality of students was different, so the difficulty of the test papers set by the school would be different. The head of a chicken and the tail of a phoenix do not mean that if you become the head of a chicken, you will not be far from the tail of a phoenix. Rather, chickens and phoenixes are not comparable.
Thinking of this, I felt dejected, and the anger that had nowhere to vent was still burning in my chest.
"This is a grammar question, and it's not difficult. Please have a classmate read this paragraph and then answer your question." At the podium, the woman's fluffy, dull blonde hair hung messily on her colorful collar.
"Then let's go to Zhang Yuanyuan! Zhang Yuanyuan, you answer it, Zhang Yuanyuan!"
It's not that I didn't hear Liu Sulan's voice. I was still thinking about what Teacher Huang said yesterday and the situation of key schools revealed by my junior high school classmates. Her voice seemed to pass by my ears, but I didn't hear anything.
I kept my eyes fixed on the book and held a pen in my hand throughout the class. I took notes of whatever Liu Sulan said. I looked like a well-behaved and diligent student, and I knew that I felt like I had lost my soul, and my head was full of buzzing sounds.
"Zhang Yuanyuan!"
"Ah?" I was a little slow before finally realizing that it was Liu Sulan calling me.
"What? The teacher asked you to stand up and answer the question!" Liu Sulan raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, "Why are you so absent-minded? This is class! Your eyes are fixed on the book, but your soul is nowhere to be found. And you are still shouting for extra points, extra points?"
Liu Sulan seemed to have stabbed a few needles in my ears. It would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned adding extra points. But when she mentioned adding extra points, I thought of what Teacher Huang had said before, and felt a little impatient.
I stood up slowly. After I stood up straight, I didn't rush to answer the questions. Instead, I straightened the hem of my school uniform that was sticking up a little, looked up at Liu Sulan, and finally turned my gaze back to the book.
Fluent English came out of my mouth. After reading a long paragraph, I said the answer that Teacher Huang explained to me when I asked him yesterday.
After I finished reporting the options, Liu Sulan had a very obvious smug smile on her face: "It turns out that Zhang Yuanyuan doesn't always get all the answers right." She looked at me with a sarcastic smile, "This question looks like what Zhang Yuanyuan said, but in fact the person who wrote the question played a trick. The correct answer is B."
Explaining the question this way is the same as not explaining it, right? Why did you choose B? Please explain it to me! I finished answering the question but didn't sit down.
Liu Sulan gave a rather ambiguous speech but did not mention at all why this answer was chosen for this question.
She left me aside and talked for a long time. Suddenly, as if she noticed that I hadn't sat down yet, she looked at me meaningfully and said, "You still have to listen carefully in class. You are still young and there is still a lot of knowledge you don't know. You pretend to be very active and want me to explain the questions to you after class, but you don't listen in class. How can this be okay? When it's time to learn, you have to follow the teacher humbly..."
She looked like a kind teacher who was earnestly advising a student who had answered the questions incorrectly. If I hadn't asked Teacher Huang for advice yesterday, I would have thought so too. But the fact was that Liu Sulan had a mocking look in her eyes, and she just wanted to regain the face she lost when I told her "all the multiple-choice questions were correct"!
She preached the wrong "standard answer" to students as if it were the Bible, and explained the questions according to the standard answer but could not explain the reason, and still expected students to worship her stupidity and ignorance? Sorry, I can't do it!
"Okay, sit down and study hard from now on."
Study hard in the future. This sentence completely ignited the fire in my heart. Who doesn't want to study hard? The question is who to learn from!
I raised my eyebrows: "B? That's not right!" I pulled out the test paper tucked in the book, "In the third weekly test, there was an identical multiple-choice question. You said the answer was C. How long has it changed to B?"
There were rustling sounds of people rummaging through drawers looking for test papers, and soon someone said in surprise: "It's exactly the same question, even the options are the same." "Yes, but this time it's in the cloze test."
Liu Sulan's face turned ugly and she looked embarrassed. She said in a vicious voice, "Let me see it!" After that, she took the test paper from my hand without giving me a chance to refuse.
She glanced at the test paper suspiciously, and then threw it on my desk as if throwing away something dirty: "Well, that's right, it's option C. The answer is printed wrong here, it's option C." She explained casually, "Okay, let's move on to the next question."
Why did they choose C? She impatiently urged the students to look at the next question, as if there was no need to explain such a change.
"What to choose?"
"B?"
"Didn't the teacher say the answer was printed wrong? Should we choose C?"
"C? What should I choose? This is so annoying. Is there an accurate answer? Sometimes it's B, sometimes it's C!"
Liu Sulan's face became even uglier as her classmates' complaints flooded into her ears. She shouted impatiently, "It's a C! Hurry up and change it. Let's move on to the next question! You're still making a fuss when the answer is printed wrong."
Is this something that can be trivialized? I snorted coldly: "Even if the answer is printed wrong, it has only been a short time since the third weekly test. Is it so easy to forget the questions you explained? For the same question, when the standard answer is changed, your answer changes. Do you not know what to choose if you don't look at the standard answer?" A teacher who is not even qualified to teach junior high school, in the classroom, talks nonsense to a group of students preparing for the exam, and relies on "standard answers" to explain the test papers and review. What future do I have with such a teacher?
The evil fire spread in my heart, burning my heart and lungs. Although I couldn't see my face, I could feel the heat on it. Hot air came out of my eyes, and I gasped and said, "Sometimes I really doubt whether you can pass the test if you do a set of papers by yourself."
Like a volcano erupting, I poured out all my doubts and dissatisfaction with Liu Sulan. The grievance of not being able to go to Shanghai to compete, the embarrassment of Liu Sulan's sarcasm towards me, the pressure of life's predicament, the approaching graduation exam, Teacher Huang's regret, the anxiety in my heart, all kinds of emotions quickly poured into my brain like a surging tide.
I felt my eyes moisten, and the depression, irritability, and grievance in my heart soared to the extreme at this moment: "Teacher Liu, you are a teacher. To you, we are just a class of dispensable students who only teach for one semester. If we pass, we pass. If we leave, we leave. You don't care whether we do well or not in the exam. But we are different. We will take the graduation exam in a few months."
I can't make a big deal out of a small matter like Liu Sulan did. "Hard work will be rewarded, and without hard work you will die" has been deeply engraved in my bones.
My eyes were filled with moisture, which soaked my nose. The bitterness forced me to speak out my heart without hesitation: "I know you have never taught a graduating class. I don't know if you understand the psychology of the graduating students, and how much influence the graduation exam has on a person's destiny. We are all walking on the edge of a knife in fear. We do exercises until two in the morning every day, and get up to memorize after less than four hours of sleep. If we accidentally fall asleep, we will regret it and cry..."
The classroom suddenly became quiet, and everyone shut up, watching me accusing Liu Sulan like a madman. In this silence, how many people had the same idea as me?
"In your eyes, it's just one or two points, and it's just a question, but you don't know what we have done for these one or two points, for this question! You don't know how much we value the graduation exam, and you don't know how much we expect from the graduation exam." If she knew, she would not treat any English class so easily and carelessly.
I said a series of words, but the depression in my heart did not decrease, but became even stronger. At this moment, I felt sour and blocked in my heart.
“I’m not asking you to know now.” After saying this, I felt depressed, the kind of depression that comes from being forced into a desperate situation with anger surging, “After all, you’re just a junior high school English teacher who was suspended from teaching due to complaints and received secondary training.”
A puddle of water swirled in my eyes. The light reflected from my eyes through the water and projected onto Liu Sulan, which had turned into hatred. I said hysterically with a thick nasal voice, "I don't care whether your standard answers are standard or not. I only ask you to prepare lessons carefully in the future and get all the answers correct before teaching us. Please, don't ruin our lives, teacher!"
I almost shouted "Teacher". Liu Sulan was dazed in my hazy vision. I don't know what my words aroused my students' thoughts, and all kinds of voices rang out under the podium.
"Suspended classes?"
"complaint?"
"Second training?"
A few short words slowly blend with various sounds, generating endless noise.
"Teacher Liu, you were suspended from teaching in the junior high school because someone complained about you? Is this true?"
"So this is the teacher who was suspended. No wonder things always go wrong in class."
"You don't even have the qualifications to teach in junior high school, and you come to teach us?"
Liu Sulan stood in the boiling classroom, panicking. Unlike her previous appearance of being unable to control the discipline and getting anxious, she now stood at a loss, her face pale, in the center of public opinion and the center of the storm. She was uneasy, her eyes were blank and panicked, and suddenly, as if possessed by a ghost, she opened her mouth and said, "What should I do?"
"what should I do?"
Gu Yue was woken up, and when he looked up he saw this scene. Teacher Liu was standing on the podium, at a loss, with panic in her eyes. The sudden question "What should I do?" made Gu Yue associate the scene in front of him with the scene when his parents divorced.
"What should I do?" When Liu Sulan, who was still wearing an exaggerated bright red cotton-padded jacket and trousers, heard Gu Yue's father say he wanted a divorce, she suddenly panicked. She shook her head in disbelief, and tears as big as beans flowed from her dry eye sockets. "What should I do? Yueyue, Yueyue is still... still young..."
Gu Yue's father made a fortune when he was in the junior high school. When he saw more, he couldn't see Liu Sulan's sloppy yellow face. Four years ago, Gu's divorce. Liu Sulan was at a loss and grievances. Who lives, none of them can be the master!
Now the same scene, the same words, Gu Yue stared fiercely at the direction of the podium, his eyes were bloodshot.
"Zhang Yuanyuan, there's something wrong with your brain, right?"
"boom!"
The pile of books on the table was suddenly kicked over, and I don't know when Gu Yue stood near me.
I was startled by the sound and blinked, then couldn't hold back my tears and started to fall.
"I warned you not to make trouble in English class. There's something wrong with your brain. You can't understand, right?" Gu Yue's eyes turned red with anger.
The girl next to me was still screaming when Gu Yue suddenly raised his leg and kicked over my desk. The classroom suddenly became chaotic, with screams and shouts of "someone got beaten" everywhere.
I looked at Gu Yue angrily. He showed up again to speak up for his mother. His look was really ridiculous. What right did he have to speak up? Liu Sulan's teaching was a disaster for the whole class. What right did he have to speak up? I said angrily, "Pointing out the teacher's mistakes is called making trouble? Your mother is like this. Isn't she ruining our future? You are her son. Don't you know?"
"I'm warning you not to say that!" There were red marks on Gu Yue's forehead from the pressure of his school uniform, and his whole face was red due to congestion. The red reflected the bloodshot in his eyes, making him look particularly fierce.
I stiffened my neck and looked up at Gu Yue. He seemed to want to tear me apart, but the fire in my eyes was no less than his: "If you can do it, why don't you let people know? Wasn't your mother complained about in the junior high school? Isn't your mother undergoing training and examination? We are the ones who have been ruined for our whole lives. What qualifications do you have to..."
Gu Yue's eyes glowed red, and the veins on his neck bulged. He suddenly raised his hand and waved at me, shouting, "I told you to shut up!"
I stretched out my arm to block, and Yue Hui suddenly appeared on my right side and quickly pulled me aside, but I was still thrown by Gu Yue and hit on the arm. Then Yue Hui lost control of his strength and pushed me aside, which made it look like I was pushed out by Gu Yue.
At the moment when Yue Hui dragged me out, Gu Yue kicked my chair and said, "I told you to speak!" The people sitting behind me had already stepped aside to watch the fun. Gu Yue kicked the table in the back seat and my chair to the ground.
"What are you doing!" A loud shout stopped everyone.
I don't know when the back door opened, and Director Guo stood at the wide-open door. A figure slipped in from the gap between Director Guo and the back door. It was Lu Miao, who had cleaned with me a few days ago. It was Lu Miao who had obviously gone to the office to find Director Guo.
My temples felt slightly swollen, and I looked around. Liu Sulan had gone from being dazed and at a loss to being panicked. The students who were supposed to be sitting had already formed a circle with Gu Yue and me as the center to watch the fun. The circle had left a gap towards the back door, and Director Guo was walking in.
Director Guo walked into the encirclement. The collapsed chairs and scattered books on the ground all silently told the violent scene they had just experienced. Then I heard Director Guo say, "What were you doing just now?"