stay away from that sick girl

You're happy because you can temporarily escape the sight of bamboo horses and other eyeliners.

You jumped out the door quickly, and finally felt a little relieved after escaping everyone's sick eyes.

Even if you have been used to this look since you were a child, you still can't stand being looked at by everyone in the classroom.

Because, for so long, you've thought this was your safe haven.

You won't run into a low-quality idiot or pervert at any time like you would on the street.

But now, the beautiful skin has fallen off, and the bloody truth emerges in front of your eyes.

The friendly classmates you thought were actually all watching your every move.

The high quality you think is actually the knives hanging behind their backs.

This is not your safe haven at all.

School is still not your "home".

You followed the teacher's pace and walked into his office.

At this time, you suddenly remembered: You don't know why the teacher called you here.

You think carefully about whether you did your homework well yesterday—in fact, if you didn’t do it well, Zhuma will find a way to make your homework “be” done well—for example, let the “dog” take your homework This book, an excerpt from Zhuma's own homework.

Are you sure you did finish yesterday's homework.

And you wrote it yourself.

You puffed up your chest and began to gain confidence.

The teacher took out yesterday's homework and stood in front of you.

You used to stick together with the bamboo horse, never stood so close to the teacher.

Now get together and suddenly find that the teacher is a long way taller than you.

Such a height always reminds you of an older brother, or a bamboo horse.

In short, it is a height that is not very comfortable for you.

You subconsciously stay away, but the teacher hugs your shoulders.

you:!

You quickly look towards the window, afraid that someone is at the door of the office.

You know, the actions between straight men are always weird, but this kind of straightforward strangeness will turn into ambiguity in bamboo horse*.

After implicating so many classmates, you don't want to implicate another teacher.

There is no one at the door, you feel relieved and follow the teacher's strength to come to the desk.

The teacher wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, like a smiling rattlesnake.

If you don't have a bamboo horse or an older brother, then you must feel that the teacher looks like an upper-class gentleman.

It's a pity that you have seen a real upper-class "gentleman".

You know what these gentlemen look like when they take off their masks.

Therefore, you will not affect your judgment because of the teacher's appearance.

You judge whether a teacher is a good teacher or not, never only by his teaching level.

Although in this school, there are not many people who are serious about class.

The teacher took out your homework yesterday, turned to one of the pages, and pointed to a topic.

You bring your face closer, puzzled.

You are clearly on the right track.

You put your doubts to the teacher.

The teacher smiled gracefully, and his eyes turned into curved arcs.

Truly a beautiful teacher.

The teacher didn't say a word, but just took out the homework again.

Your homework is lying side by side on the teacher's desk.

You seem to understand what the teacher means.