C22 Whoever Speaks out Is a Bastard

I think if anyone poked me with a finger now, I'd be lying on the ground, cheering in my heart: Come on, hang on a little longer, it's already the sixth lesson, you have to hold on.

Yes, it has already reached the sixth period of my class today. In order to make me look like a teacher, I wore high heels. It's too painful to stand for such a long time. If it hurts to the point of numbness, that's fine too. What's sad is that no matter how I change my posture and ankle, it still hurts. I want to sit on the ground.

I'm really too tired. I don't want to copy the lyrics on the blackboard. I'll just recite it directly to my students. The lyrics of this song are not bad: Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, how many tomorrow. I'll stay in school until tomorrow. Everything will be wasted. The world will always be tired of tomorrow. The spring and autumn will come and go, and the old generals will come and go. Looking at Shui Dongliu, the sun will fall, and the sun will fall in the west. How many hundred years will that be? Listen to my song tomorrow, look at Shui Dongliu, look at the sunset, look at the sunset, look at the sunset, look at the sunset, look at the sunset, look at the sky, look at the sky, look at the sky, look at the sky, look at the sky, look at the sky. How many hundred years will it be tomorrow? Please listen to my song tomorrow.

I spent a long time searching for this song on the computer before I found it. It was pleasant to the ear, pleasant to the ear, and unfamiliar. I don't know why the students nowadays have such a weird taste. I made them learn the songs I learned when I was in school. Each and every one of them is like a frosted eggplant. I haven't even heard it twice and they are already complaining about whether to learn or not. It's true that those songs like Five Star Red Flag fluttering in the wind, Without the communist party, there will be no New China and so on were all Five Star Red Flag fluttering in the wind, Without the communist party, there will be no New China and so on. Although it was a classic, but it had to be said that they were a bit old.

This song is obviously different the moment it's released. Each and every one of them look at the lyrics and hum along with the music. I'm really tired from standing at the door. I lean towards the door and at least share some weight with my feet.

I was only Coke in class just now. The last period was class one and four. There were a total of three classrooms on the third floor. I went to class one and two for each period. Class one and three. I was confused. I thought the last classroom on the third floor was class one. I went downstairs to the first grade classroom on the second floor. Coincidentally, the teacher in that class hasn't arrived yet, and the student didn't remind me. I had already plugged in the recorder when I saw the class schedule next to the socket. Last Monday afternoon, the fourth period was English, so I hurriedly came out with the recorder.

The moment I stepped out of the door, I saw Teacher Chen smiling at me with his back against the railing. As I walked, I said, "You know that I entered the wrong class, but you didn't remind me. Are you waiting to see me make a fool of myself?"

Teacher Chen gloated and said, "Why did I remind you when I saw someone helping me in class? If you didn't notice, I would have left."

Sigh, it seems like I really need to rest.

How do you think the students learned it? Clearly, the tune of the last two lyrics was different. I can still sing correctly when I teach each line, but if they sing that tune themselves, they will cheat on me. After correcting it a few times, I also gave up. Today, I taught four classes at the same time, and all of them made mistakes at the same time. Was this something that we discussed?

There were still twenty minutes left before the song was taught and they had to study by themselves. However, there were always students making a fuss behind them. I got angry and called all of them up.

"The first one on the left, recite the Tang poem for me The first one on the left, recite the Tang poem for me" If I don't punish them properly, they will simply stand on my head.

"The rest of the students, how loud was his voice just now? And how loud was your voice?" I said to the student sitting there. "If your voice can't be heard by me standing on the podium, then continue to recite it until I hear it. If you can't recite it, you can take the language textbook and read it. Do you all understand? "

These students are indeed a bunch of people who like to watch the show. When they heard me say this, they excitedly replied, "I understand."

Just like that, the moment he spoke, the students below him suppressed his voice. It had already been three times, when he exploded." Whoever speaks again will be a bastard. "

I slammed the table. "Who are you talking about? Why do I hear that you are talking about yourself? Now you're complaining that others are disturbing you, right? Why don't you say who speaks and who is a bastard if you disturb other students during class? What? Only state officials are allowed to set fire and civilians are not allowed to light the lights? Continue reading it to me until I hear it. The other students continue. What? Only state officials are allowed to set fire and civilians are not allowed to light the lights? Continue reading it until I hear it. "

Sure enough, I'm going all out. My face is red from using all my strength. When the rest of them finish shouting loudly, as the leader, I have to summarize it as well. " I didn't particularly emphasize discipline in the music class, as I said in the first lesson... As long as you don't make a sound, I don't care what you're doing down there. It seems that some of my classmates didn't take it to heart. Now, I'll emphasize it for the last time. If this happens again in my music class... Next time, it won't be memorizing poems, but memorizing each and every one of them. Don't say that I didn't warn you. "

The effect of saying harsh words was immediate. After class, all the students were like mice that had seen a cat. There was no need to mention how obedient they were. As expected, they bullied the weak and feared the strong.

After class, I walked to the back window and heard a student muttering softly, "Music teachers are really fierce when they get angry."

He felt a little regretful in his heart. He had slammed the table too hard just now. In the past, when he watched TV, he couldn't help but imitate the way he did it. Now, his hands were still numb. He hadn't practiced it before.