老王，女，我初中三年的數(shù)學(xué)老師。初一開學(xué)的第一天，是我倆第一次見面……
第一節(jié)數(shù)學(xué)課，只見一位50多歲摸樣的微胖女性，上身穿著八九十年代經(jīng)典的三排扣灰色西裝，下身配同色系褲子，燙著一頭當(dāng)時(shí)時(shí)興的獅子頭大卷，緩緩的走上了講臺(tái)。看到她的第一眼，我的心里略有些失望：年輕漂亮的女老師總歸是更受孩子們歡迎的，這刻在基因里的天性，是與生俱來的。雖然在以后幾十年的成長(zhǎng)中領(lǐng)悟到，良好的氣質(zhì)和內(nèi)涵才是人終其一生的底氣，紅顏也多薄命，但孩子畢竟是孩子，只喜歡一切好看的。那天，當(dāng)她操著不知道那個(gè)地方的并不標(biāo)準(zhǔn)的普通話開始自我介紹的時(shí)候，讓我本身就很少的耐心也很快的被消耗殆盡了。至于她是哪里人以及其他個(gè)人信息，完全不記得了，總之她的普通話我聽不懂，這也成為了后來我上課走神不能專注的最有力的理由，爸媽也無可奈何。倒是她那突出的大門牙，引起了我的注意以及興趣，即使過了幾十年，仍然活靈活現(xiàn)。她獨(dú)有的外貌特征，似曾相識(shí)，我卻絞盡腦汁也想不起在哪見過，直到下學(xué)回到家，打開我最喜歡的捷克動(dòng)畫片“鼴鼠的故事”，突然靈光乍現(xiàn)，對(duì)上了號(hào)。自此，她有了唯一得一個(gè)外號(hào)，鼴鼠。天真的我像發(fā)現(xiàn)了新大陸一樣第二天就廣而告之班里幾個(gè)要好的女生，后果可想而知，甚至一年后，還是會(huì)因?yàn)榻o老王起外號(hào)，被班主任當(dāng)著全班不點(diǎn)名的批評(píng)了我?，F(xiàn)在想想，老王肯定是有所耳聞我給他起的這個(gè)外號(hào)的，但她似乎跟沒事發(fā)生一樣，一如既往的看到我就笑開了花，本來就不大的眼睛瞬間瞇成了一條縫，反而弄得我很不好意思，有一段時(shí)間都不敢看她。
遠(yuǎn)離了不快樂甚至有些壓抑的小學(xué)，上了初中的我跟滿血復(fù)活一樣暗下決心，要好好學(xué)習(xí)天天向上，絕不自由散漫，也要少玩和少看電視，要做個(gè)合格的“共產(chǎn)主義接班人”。但也許是基因里多動(dòng)癥的影響導(dǎo)致我無法專注，一節(jié)課不過20分鐘，思想就開始隨著秋天里的柳絮隨風(fēng)起舞，一會(huì)兒想著武俠小說里的大俠們神乎其神的武功，夢(mèng)想著也能擁有一樣的能力，做個(gè)女英雄，替天行道。一會(huì)兒又向往著著“三毛”（一個(gè)作家）在書中記述的撒哈拉沙漠中自由自在的生活……而這一切居然都沒有逃過老王的火眼金睛。老王真是個(gè)老道且視力極佳的人，站在講臺(tái)上居高臨下一覽無余，我游離且呆木的神情被她盡收眼底。接下來無一例外的，老王總是在我的思緒游離在外的時(shí)候，準(zhǔn)時(shí)點(diǎn)名讓我回答問題，或上黑板答題。好在我的大腦具備了快速地切換能力，每答必對(duì)，（感謝父母的基因）漸漸的老王那緊張的神經(jīng)也慢慢的放松了下來。現(xiàn)在想想，心思縝密的老王是用回答問題的方式讓我專心聽講，并且檢查一下我是否耽誤了學(xué)習(xí)。我只能感嘆：姜還是老的辣啊。至今我仍然感激她這種智慧的做法，給我留足了面子。然而這樣的提醒并沒有改善我的“注意力缺陷”癥狀，卻讓我更加相信：即使不聽講，也能學(xué)得會(huì)。這樣的想法在之后的幾次年級(jí)大考以及期中期末考試中得到了驗(yàn)證，自此我和老王之間似乎形成了某種默契，上課的時(shí)候，我依然天馬行空的任憑思想翻騰跳躍著，她也一如既往的每節(jié)課必點(diǎn)名提問，循環(huán)往復(fù)著。而每次我答題正確的時(shí)候，她就會(huì)露出那大大的門牙，毫不掩飾對(duì)我的欣賞以及偏愛，并借機(jī)對(duì)我一陣猛夸，讓我覺得小題大做，很是不好意思。就這樣在不知不覺中相安無事的度過了大半個(gè)學(xué)期。然而世間沒有常勝的將軍，自我感覺良好加上老王毫不吝嗇的夸獎(jiǎng)助長(zhǎng)了我的驕傲。人一驕傲，準(zhǔn)翻車，老天一定會(huì)狠狠的教訓(xùn)你一下，不管什么年齡。年少不更事的我又怎能逃過人生這重要的功課，雖然沒有摔的滿身是泥，但也是記憶頗深。那是老王第一次很嚴(yán)厲的批評(píng)我，看的出來她是真的生氣了。
禍從口出這話是絕對(duì)的至理名言，童叟無欺的。如果不能真正領(lǐng)悟其中的道理，就會(huì)被自己的口無遮攔打的落花流水。半個(gè)學(xué)期后的一次全年級(jí)月考，女生們又扎堆在談?wù)撝髯缘木o張，一個(gè)女生一扭頭，對(duì)著我說：你總是最高分，也不給我們留個(gè)機(jī)會(huì)，這次讓讓我們吧？我脫口而出，我也想考了60多分啊，也想知道60多分什么感覺。沒想到就這一句玩笑話，真的招來了現(xiàn)世報(bào)。幾天后，上課發(fā)考卷，87分，呆呆的看著考卷的我，心里已經(jīng)沒有了之前的傲慢，半晌沒緩過神兒來，像蔫了的黃瓜，軟塌塌的靠在椅背上，不想說話，自己跟自己生悶氣，同桌的同學(xué)跟我說話，我也懶得理睬。后來好朋友告訴我，我的臉拉的很長(zhǎng)，一看就是不高興了。前半節(jié)課老王復(fù)盤考卷，我一句都沒聽見去。可能是心虛吧，那天覺得老王格外的嚴(yán)厲，一點(diǎn)沒了鼴鼠的可愛，倒像是慈禧老佛爺，隨時(shí)興師問罪。終于挨到了“改錯(cuò)題”環(huán)節(jié)，我馬上爬在桌上，用鉛筆盒蓋住了試卷上的成績(jī)，埋頭裝作認(rèn)真改錯(cuò)。余光里只見老王把手里的粉筆放到黑板槽里，彈了彈手上的粉筆灰，徑直地走下了講臺(tái)，我的心跳加速，直覺告訴我，躲不過去了。此刻教室里格外的安靜，鉛筆橫七豎八的把卷子蹂躪的面目全非，老王也慢悠悠的徑直走到了我的書桌旁，她似乎一眼就看穿了我的小心思，伸手挪開了試圖掩蓋成績(jī)的鉛筆盒，此時(shí)的我大氣不敢出，把頭埋得更低了，緊張的氣氛迅速擴(kuò)張，我的心也提到了嗓子眼兒。緊接著她那尖銳又干脆的聲音劃過安靜凝結(jié)的空氣，霎時(shí)間充斥了整個(gè)教室，像疾風(fēng)暴雨一般，從沒見過她如此大聲，看來該來的還是要來的，躲也躲不過……不知道為什么，當(dāng)她很嚴(yán)厲的批評(píng)我的時(shí)候，我的心卻漸漸的平靜了下來，雖然不是故意考的87分，但也給我敲響了警鐘，也同時(shí)在老王嚴(yán)肅的批評(píng)中體會(huì)到了她對(duì)我的期待與要求。老王讓我回家好好總結(jié)經(jīng)驗(yàn)，下不為例，問我聽到?jīng)]有，我垂著頭依然不敢看她，小聲的嗯了一下作為回應(yīng)。課后，一群和我一樣簡(jiǎn)單又有點(diǎn)冒著傻氣的女同學(xué)們蜂擁圍到了我的桌前，許是看到老王如此兇的批評(píng)我，怕我難受，過來安慰我，甚至批判著老王的苛刻，然而他們不知道的是，此時(shí)的我心里早就沒了馬失前蹄的難過，已然非常平靜，也很感激老王對(duì)我的用心。既然下不為例，那就遵守諾言吧。在后面兩年多的初中，我信守了我的承諾，從未食言過。
第二次也是最后一次老王對(duì)我嚴(yán)厲的批評(píng)，發(fā)生在不久之后，而這次并不是因?yàn)槌煽?jī)考的不理想，而是因?yàn)槲邑澩娴男摹?/p>
第一學(xué)期的期中考試，我和班里另一個(gè)女生數(shù)學(xué)都考了滿分，其他的班級(jí)每個(gè)班一個(gè)滿分。這本是應(yīng)該高興的事情，然而年紀(jì)尚小的我好了傷疤忘了疼，依然忘我的走神和貪玩，甚至覺得這樣就夠了，不需要再提高。過了沒幾天的一次數(shù)學(xué)課上，老王突然宣布年級(jí)要開辦數(shù)學(xué)提高班，鼓勵(lì)期中考試90分以上的同學(xué)參加，一學(xué)期五塊錢學(xué)費(fèi)，自愿報(bào)名。課后，一幫女同學(xué)圍在一起討論報(bào)名參加的事情，主動(dòng)說幫我把我的名字填寫上去，我馬上說我不參加。那個(gè)同樣考了滿分的女生很是詫異的問“為什么？你不怕老王批評(píng)你嗎?”“為什么要批評(píng)我？她自己說的，自愿參加的呀？”貪玩的我踐行著知足常樂的人生理念，找到空子就鉆，而且是理由充分的堂而皇之的。女同學(xué)留下了一句“你就等著老王批評(píng)你吧”, 就轉(zhuǎn)身跑去辦公室交提高班的報(bào)名名單，當(dāng)然，我的名字不在上面?！拔疫€要回家看動(dòng)畫片，占臺(tái)子打乒乓呢?！蔽倚睦锵胫匀粌e幸的覺得老王不會(huì)發(fā)現(xiàn)，我會(huì)混過去的。更何況5塊錢我可以買我喜歡的雜志和零食，提高班能有多大用處呢？想到這，下學(xué)后，我?guī)е谂魏头棚w的心，飛奔回家。叫了鄰居家的朋友，跑出去打乒乓，直等到天黑得看不到了才流著一身汗回了家。傍晚，妹妹回家，第一句話就是：“你明天要挨批評(píng)了！”我一臉懵的問為什么，誰批評(píng)我？妹妹才把來龍去脈告訴了我。原來好心的數(shù)學(xué)老師們，在當(dāng)天的提高班上表彰了全年級(jí)期中考滿分的同學(xué)，獎(jiǎng)品筆記本一個(gè)，挨個(gè)叫名字上臺(tái)領(lǐng)獎(jiǎng)，到我這，叫了我名字好幾次，也不見人。好心的同班同學(xué)想幫我代領(lǐng)，卻被提高班的老師拒絕了?！澳仟?jiǎng)勵(lì)我的筆記本怎么辦？”此時(shí)的我仍然想著免費(fèi)的獎(jiǎng)勵(lì)，全然沒有預(yù)見到將要到來的風(fēng)雨，妹妹答說“提高班老師會(huì)交給你的數(shù)學(xué)老師老王?！蓖炅?，我心里咯噔一下，怎么辦？簡(jiǎn)單幼稚的我，滿腦子想的都是如何躲過去，并且拿到筆記本。想著要不第二天溜進(jìn)辦公室，趁老師們不注意偷偷拿走筆記本，或者讓數(shù)學(xué)課代表幫我去辦公室要來？顯然在我心里，筆記本更加的重要。小孩子就喜歡獎(jiǎng)勵(lì)。我告訴了爸爸我的想法，也心虛的問爸爸，我不會(huì)挨批評(píng)吧？爸爸也是理科生的思維方式，縝密的邏輯性讓爸爸得出了一個(gè)結(jié)論：你沒有錯(cuò)，本來就是自愿參加，你不想?yún)⒓泳涂梢圆粎⒓?。我的心頓時(shí)得到了安慰，更覺得我沒錯(cuò)。然而第二天早上，膽小的我害怕的想假裝生病不去上學(xué)，甚至讓爸爸去學(xué)校幫我請(qǐng)假并且把筆記本幫我拿回來。爸爸安慰著我說“沒關(guān)系的，就這點(diǎn)小事不至于躲著”，媽媽不知道發(fā)生了什么，只是催我“干嘛裝病不上學(xué)，快點(diǎn)去，別遲到了” 我只好背起書包去上學(xué)，本來只有10分鐘的路程，我卻磨蹭著聽到上課鈴響了第一遍后，才跑進(jìn)了校園……
數(shù)學(xué)課的上課鈴響了后，老王依舊邁了慈禧老佛爺般慢悠悠的步伐上了講臺(tái)，雖然很緊張和忐忑，我的雙眼從她進(jìn)教室的那一刻，就一直盯著她胳膊下夾著的一摞書本，想看看哪個(gè)是給我的筆記本?！耙苍S會(huì)等下課后把筆記本給我吧。”我心里盤算著。前半節(jié)課老王沒有任何的異樣表現(xiàn)，照常上課，讓我心里緊繃的弦開始放松。沒成想，事情并非像我想象的那樣就這樣平淡的過去了，原來老王是等著教完了新的內(nèi)容再來收拾我，而我也沒能幸免的又一次成為了顯眼包。她就是這樣，獎(jiǎng)罰分明，喜歡與生氣都會(huì)直接表達(dá)出來，從來不遮遮掩掩的。上半節(jié)課還是和顏悅色，下半節(jié)課一百八十度大轉(zhuǎn)彎。
下半節(jié)課，做練習(xí)題開始了。大家都趴在桌上，不管會(huì)做還是不會(huì)做，都伏案疾書，裝作很認(rèn)真的樣子，教室里安靜的連打開鉛筆盒的聲音都變成了噪聲。就在此時(shí)，我微微抬起頭看到老王拿著一個(gè)厚實(shí)的筆記本向我的座位走來，我本能的馬上低下了頭…..她走到我的身邊，挪了挪我書桌上的書本，然后放下了我心心念念的筆記本，很平靜的說著筆記本的來由（我早已知道），但當(dāng)我剛覺得危險(xiǎn)解除，想抬起眼的時(shí)候，她突然語調(diào)調(diào)高8度，尖銳的聲音穿破整個(gè)教室，距離遠(yuǎn)一些的同學(xué)被嚇得向我的方向轉(zhuǎn)過頭來，身邊的同學(xué)都把頭埋得更低，不敢出聲。我伸出去要拿筆記本的手立馬縮了回來…….腦子里一片空白，她之后情緒激動(dòng)的說了什么我已經(jīng)不記得了，總之就是很生氣，說我逃課，貪玩之類的。一陣疾風(fēng)暴雨的輸出后，老王很嚴(yán)肅的通知我，她已經(jīng)把我的名字添加到提高班的名單中了，我說我今天沒帶錢，她說“我?guī)湍憬涣?，從下個(gè)星期開始你必須去上課,不許逃課，否則叫你父母到學(xué)校來?！?我只能保持沉默，回家跟爸爸要了錢，第二周開始去上課，小小年紀(jì)的我，怎么能和比我父母年齡還大的老師抗衡呢？我也沒那個(gè)膽量，何況媽媽聽了還高興得不得了，省的我每天放學(xué)在外面瘋玩到天黑，我只能暫時(shí)屈服了……
Lao Wang, a female, was my math teacher for three years in junior high school. On the first day of the first grade, it was the first time we met...
The first math class, I saw a middle-aged woman with a round face and a little bit of weight, wearing a classic three-row buttoned gray suit from the 1980s or 1990s, with the same color pants, and a big curly hair style popular at the time. She slowly walked up to the podium. The first glance at her made me slightly disappointed: Young and beautiful female teachers are generally more popular with children, this is an inherent trait that is born with us. Although I learned in the following decades that good manners and inner beauty are the lifelong confidence of a person, beautiful women often have a short life, but children are still children, they only like everything that is beautiful. That day, when she introduced herself in her non-standard Mandarin from an unknown place, my already limited patience was quickly exhausted. I don't remember where she was from or other personal information. Her Mandarin was incomprehensible to me, which became the most powerful reason for me to be absent-minded in class and not concentrate, and my parents were helpless. However, her prominent front teeth caught my attention and interest, they are still vivid after decades. Her unique physical features were so familiar that I racked my brain trying to remember where I had seen her before, but to no avail. It wasn't until I got home from school and turned on my favorite Czech cartoon "The Mole," that the light bulb went off and I realized where I had seen her before. From that point on, she had the unique nickname of "Mole." Naive as I was, I excitedly told my closest girlfriends in class the next day, with predictable consequences. Even a year later, I was still criticized by the teacher in front of the whole class forgiving Old Wang a nickname, without being named. Now that I think about it, Ms. Wang must have heard about the nickname I had given her, but she seemed to have no reaction, just as cheerful as ever when she saw me, her tiny eyes narrowing into a slit as she smiled, which actually made me feel embarrassed and awkward, so I avoided looking at her for a while.
Leaving the unhappy and somewhat depressing elementary school behind, I felt rejuvenated when I started junior high school, vowing to study hard and make progress every day, and to be disciplined and less playful, and to be a qualified "heir to the communist cause." But perhaps it was the hyperactivity gene that made me unable to concentrate. Only after 20minutes sitting in the class, my thoughts start to wander like the willow catkins in the autumn breeze. I think about the supernatural martial arts skills of the heroes in knights-errant novels, dreaming of having the same ability and becoming a female hero who upholds justice. Other times I yearn for the free and carefree life in the Sahara Desert described by the writer Sanmao(a pen name) in her books... But all of this was noticed by Ms. Wang, who was an experienced and sharp-eyed teacher. Standing on the podium， she had a panoramic view, and my wandering and dull expression were all in her eyes. Without exception, Ms. Wang always called my name on the spot when my thoughts wandered, asking me to answer questions or go to the blackboard to answer them. Fortunately, my brain was capable of quickly switching gears, and I answered every question correctly (thanks to my parents' genes). Gradually, Ms. Wang's tense nerves also relaxed.?When I think back, wise Ms. Wang used answering questions to keep me focused on the lesson and check whether I had fallen behind in my studies. I can only marvel "Wow, the old one is really sly!" To this day, I still appreciate her wise approach, which gave me enough face-saving. However, such reminders did not improve my "attention deficit" symptoms, but instead made me more convinced that I could learn even without paying attention in class. This idea was later proven true in several grade-level exams and midterm/final exams, and from then on, there seemed to be a certain understanding between me and Ms.Wang. During class, I would let my thoughts run wild, while she would continue to call on me every class, repeating the cycle over and over again. Whenever I answered a question correctly, she would reveal her large front teeth and show no hesitation in expressing her admiration and preference for me, taking the opportunity to praise me excessively, which made me feel that it was a big deal and I was quite embarrassed. In this way, we managed to get along peacefully for most of the time without any major incidents. However, there is no invincible general in the world, and my self-satisfaction, coupled with Ms.Wang's unreserved praise, fueled my pride. As soon as a person becomes arrogant, disaster is bound to strike, and the heavens will definitely give you a severe lesson, no matter what age you are. How could the naive and uninformed me escape from this important life lesson? Although I did not fall flat on my face, the memory was quite vivid. That was the first time that Ms. Wang gave me a very stern reprimand, and it was obvious that she was genuinely angry.
The saying "trouble from the mouth" is an absolute truth that applies to both children and adults. If you don't truly understand the underlying principles, you will be beaten by your own careless words. During a mid-semester examination for the whole grade, the girls were gathered together, chatting about their nervousness. One girl turned her head and said to me, "You always get the highest score. Why don't you give us a chance this time?" I blurted out, "I am ok to get a score of only 60. I want to know what it feels like to get a score of only 60." I never thought that this joke would actually bring me a karmic retribution. A few days later, during class, the teacher distributed the exam papers. I got a score of 87.Staring blankly at the exam paper, I had no more arrogance in my heart. I couldn't collect my thoughts for a long time, like a wilted gourd, I slumped against the back of the chair, unwilling to speak, angry with myself. When my classmate tried to talk to me, I didn't want to listen. Later, my good friend told me that my face was very long and that I looked unhappy. For the first half of the class, Ms. Wang reviewed the exam paper. I didn't hear a word. Maybe I was feeling guilty. That day, I felt that Ms. Wang was especially strict, and there was no trace of the mole rat's cuteness. Instead, he looked like the Old Dowager Empress, ready to punish me at any moment. Finally, we came to the "correction exercise" section. I immediately crawled on the table, covered the score on the exam paper with a pencil box, and buried my head to pretend to correct the mistakes seriously. In the periphery of my vision, I saw Ms. Wang put the chalk in the chalk tray on the blackboard, shake off the chalk dust on her hand, then walk straight off the platform. My heart raced as my instinct told me that I couldn't escape it. The classroom was unusually quiet at the moment, with pencils lying all over the place, crumpling the test papers beyond recognition. Ms. Wang also strolled over to my desk at a leisurely pace, as if she could see through my little tricks. She reached out and moved the pencil box that I had tried to use to hide my grades. At this point, I dared not breathe a word, burying my head even lower. The tense atmosphere quickly spread, and my heart was in my throat. Then, her sharp and decisive voice cut through the still air, filling the entire classroom in an instant, like a sudden storm. I had never seen her speak so loudly before. Apparently, what was to come was unavoidable, no matter how hard I tried to escape it. For some reason, as she severely criticized me, my heart gradually calmed down. Although it was not intentional to get a grade of 87, it did ring a warning bell for me. At the same time, I also experienced Mr. Wang's expectations and requirements in her serious criticism. She told me to go home and reflect on my experience, promising not to happen again, and asked if I heard her. I hung my head and dared not look at her, merely nodding in a small voice as an answer. After class, a group of female classmates who were just as simple and a bit naive as me flocked to my desk. Perhaps they saw Ms. Wang being so harsh with me and were afraid I would feel bad, so they came to comfort me and even criticized Ms.Wang's strictness. However, what they didn't know was that at that moment, my heart had already calmed down and I was very grateful for Ms. Wang's care. Since it was a one-time thing, I would keep my promise. In the two and a half years of middle school, I kept my promise and never broke it.
The second and last time Ms. Wang was strict with me, happened not long after that, but this time it wasn't because of poor tests cores.
The first semester midterm exam, my math score was full along with that of another girl in our class, and there was only one full score in each other class. This should have been a happy thing, but the young and forgetful me didn't learn from my previous mistake and continued to day dreamand play carelessly, even thinking that it was enough and no need to improve further. A few days later, during a math class, Ms. Wang suddenly announced that the school was going to start a math advanced class, encouraging students who scored 90 or above in the midterm exam to join. The tuition was five yuan for the entire semester, and students could sign up voluntarily. After class, a group of female classmates gathered together to discuss signing up, and they offered to put my name on the list. I immediately said that I wouldn't participate. The girl who had also gotten full score was surprised and asked, "Why not? Don't you fear Ms. Wang's criticism?" "Why should she criticize me? She said it was voluntary," I replied, following my philosophy of being content with what I have and finding any excuse to play. The girls left with a comment of "You'll have to wait for Ms. Wang's criticism," and went to the office to submit the list for the advanced class, of course, my name was not on it. "I'll go home to watch cartoons and play table tennis," I thought, but I still had a slim chance of getting away with it, thinking that Ms. Wang wouldn't notice. Besides, 5 yuan could buy my favorite magazines and snacks, and what good could the advanced class do? Thinking about this, I left school with anticipation and a carefree mind, running home. I called my neighbor's friend and went out to play table tennis, waiting until it was too dark to see anything. I returned home, dripping with sweat. In the evening, my sister came home and said, "You're going to get criticized tomorrow!" I was confused and asked who would criticize me. My sister told me the whole story. The kind math teachers who taught the advanced class that day honored the students who got full marks on the midterm exam of the whole grade, with a notebook as a prize. They called each student's name in turn to come up on stage to receive the award. When they called my name several times, I didn't appear. A kind classmate wanted to help me claim the prize, but the advanced class teacher refused. "What about the notebook awarded to me?" At that moment, I was still thinking about the free reward and had no idea of the storm that was about to come. My sister answered, "The advanced class teacher will give it to your math teacher, Ms.Wang." Ugh, my heart sank. What should I do? My simple and naive mind was filled with thoughts of how to avoid the situation and get the notebook. I thought maybe I could sneak into the office the next day while the teachers weren't paying attention and take the notebook away, or maybe ask the math class representative to go to the office and get it for me? Clearly, the notebook was more important to me, a child who loves rewards. I told my father about my idea, and nervously asked him if I would get in trouble. My father, with his logical thinking as a science major, came to a conclusion: “You did nothing wrong. You voluntarily participated in the enrichment class, so you didn't have to attend.” My heart felt relieved, and I felt that I hadn't done anything wrong. However, the next morning, the cowardly I was so scared that I wanted to pretend to be sick and not go to school. I even wanted my father to go to school to ask for my absence and bring back my notebook. My father comforted me and said, "It's okay. It's just a small thing that doesn't warrant hiding." My mother didn't know what had happened and just urged me, "Why are you pretending to be sick and not going to school? Hurry up and go, don't be late." I had no choice but to pack my backpack and go to school. The 10-minute walk seemed to take forever, and I dawdled until the first bell rang before running into the campus...
The bell for math class rang, and Ms. Wang, as slow and leisurely as the Empress Dowager Cixi, stepped onto the stage as usual. Although I was nervous and uneasy, my eyes never left the stack of books under her arm, trying to see which one was my notebook. "Maybe she'll give it tome after class," I thought. For the first half of the class, Ms. Wang acted normally and taught as usual, which made the tight string in my heart begin to relax. However, things were not as smooth as I thought. It turned out that Ms. Wang was waiting to punish me after teaching the new content. And I, unfortunately, became the center of attention again. That's how she is - clear about rewards and punishments, and she expresses her likes and dislikes directly, never hiding them. The first half of the class was pleasant, but the second half took a U-turn. The practice session began in the second half of the class. Everyone leaned over their desks, whether they could do the exercises or not, and scribbled away, pretending to be very serious. The class was so quiet that even the sound of opening a pencil box became noise. Just then, I raised my head slightly to see Ms. Wang approaching my desk with a thick notebook in hand. I instinctively lowered my head... ...... She came up to me, moved my books on my desk, and then set down the notebook I had been longing for, speaking calmly about its origins (which I already knew). But just as I thought the danger had passed and was about to lift my eyes, she suddenly raised her voice by eight degrees, and her sharp voice pierced the entire classroom, startling students further away who turned towards my direction. My classmates near me lowered their heads even more, afraid to make a sound. I immediately withdrew my hand that was reaching for the notebook... My mind went blank, and I no longer remember what she said in her angry outburst, which included accusations of truancy and playfulness. After a storm of criticism, Teacher Wang seriously informed me that she had added my name to the list for the advanced class, and when I said I didn't bring the money today, she replied, "I paid for it. You must start attending classes from next week, and you are not allowed to skip class. Otherwise, I will call your parents to the school." I could only remain silent and ask my father for the money. From the following week, I started attending the class, and at such a young age, how could I possibly resist a teacher who was older than my parents? I didn't have the courage, and my mother was delighted, as it meant I wouldn't be wandering around outside until dark after school. I had no choice but to temporarily submit.
Translation through Youdao "AI translation"
