Bad birthday

Bad birthday

early morning

At four in the morning, a shrill pig called me to wake me up from time to sleep. I know that I have to get up, this damn pig call that is more effective than the alarm clock than the alarm clock! No way, who let Dad kill the pig, I took a sleepy eye and got out of bed. Dad wants to kill the pig. My task is to help him hold the pig's trotters and stop its dying struggle. After finishing this, I have to cook. Since my mother left, I took over her job. After eating, I know that I am going to school. I know what the damn pig left on me, but I know that no one can help me wash my clothes. I will change it over the weekend so that I can wash my clothes a few times, not to mention that I don't want to be late.

be late

I can guarantee that if I go to school with a snail, it will complain that I am going too slowly. But I really have an inexplicable fear of school. It was a prison, and I was "in jail" for two years. The only thing waiting for me in school is criticism, punishment, ridicule and hostility. I was afraid of being late, but I couldn't open my legs. I remembered the pig that was tied up and put on the shelf, and suddenly felt very sympathetic to it. I finally stepped into the school gate. As I imagined, the campus was quiet - except for a slap in the air, I was late. The class teacher also trained me to be honest and rude, more severe than the last time, and then punish and punish the toilet for three days. I know that he will not listen to my explanation, but he has to bow his head and accept the punishment. Anyway, I am used to it.

When I walked into the classroom, I knew that someone was frowning and someone was blowing his nose. Anyway, I was used to it. I walked to my seat and sat down. The place I was sitting in was very spacious, because no one would like to sit with me. Who would like to take a nose all day to class?

history class

I hate history lessons, so what is the relationship between the boring past thousands of years and thousands of years? But if I didn't attend classes, I had to find something to do, so I took out the "Lu Ding Ji" borrowed from my neighbors and looked at it with great interest. I know that history classes are very safe, because history teachers have deep myopia and rarely ask questions. Even if there are questions, they will ask those excellent students and will not bother me.

But the damn unlucky today is the exception. "Ma Xiaoqiang! Please give an emperor of the Qing Dynasty. Ma Xiaoqiang, I heard no!" I stood up in trepidation and did not forget to put "Lu Ding Ji" into the drawer. As soon as I stood up, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom. Every time a poor student is asked, there will be such a sensational effect, and I am used to it all. But the most I can't tolerate is that Li Xiaoxiong laughed loudest. Look at his bear, why did he laugh at me? He is not as good as me. I thought indignantly. Once, he was also in history class. He was called by the teacher because he was doing small tricks. When he asked him what the name of the anti-crime was in the end, he answered Yue Fei. It’s no wonder that the whole class laughed. I thought at the time, it seems that what is the light, Yu Rongguang, Sima Guang, or Huang Jiguang. Sure enough, the teacher said the answer, it is Qi Jiguang, and my Huang Jiguang is also a word, I counted the correct two-thirds, much stronger than your kid, why do you laugh at me? "Ma Xiaoqiang! Please raise an emperor of the Qing Dynasty! Did you hear it?" I came back and was shocked. I blushed and said, "Kang... Kang... Emperor Kangxi."

"Okay, please sit down." I replied right! Looking at the incredible look on the classmates in the class, especially the way Li Xiaoxiong opened his mouth, I feel a little smug, and it is good to see the martial arts novels. Fortunately, there is a Kangxi Emperor who helped me. . I finally escaped, and I took a long breath. After class, the history teacher walked over and said a word, I almost didn't faint. He said: "Let me take a look at the novel you just watched?" I had to hand over the novel that had the power of "rescue and drive" with the confession of confession. "Like this," the history teacher said with tolerance. "When you pass the history exam, I will return it to you."

I know that I can't get back to the novel in my life, and waiting for me will be based on compensation.

Language class

I like to take Chinese classes because I like language teachers.

I think she looks beautiful and beautiful like a mother. It is also kind, tolerant and just as a mother. Her smile, her voice, her every move is just like that. Therefore, when I was in the language class, I always watched her listening to her every sentence, observing her every look and every movement. I can pass the test only in the language. I once also took the test 70. The Chinese teacher happily praised me and made me happy that I couldn’t sleep for one night. The test paper was carefully collected by me. Under the pillow...

Mathematical unit test

When the test paper was issued, I had a drowsiness. I won't have a single question, but I don't bother to cheat. I think that is a performance that is not rude. I won't be like Li Xiaoxiong. When the papers are rolled out, my eyes will be smashed around. I will move a little bit to the West and I will often pass him a pass. I can't look down on this kid in my heart. I often laugh in his heart and he is "grown up with a hundred meals."

I was thinking, the pen on hand fell to the ground, bent over to squat, the one next to the table immediately glanced at me, alertly covering his test papers. Hey, look at his nervous look, as if I would copy him, tell you, I am not rare, not that the book is better, and it is amazing! When I was in my third year, my grades were better than you, and the awards were more than you. What are you looking like!

Although I have tested duck eggs, people are not too short!

Midday

At noon, you must stay in the classroom from the very beginning. There are only three things that can be done in the classroom. One is to study quietly, the other is to sleep quietly, and the third is to be quiet and dazed. I didn't stay and I had to sleep.

Fuck, who throws me with paper balls? I picked up the paper ball from the ground and opened it. I found that it was "small, nothing, stinking." I know what is going on, it is Li Xiaoxiong! But his goal is not me, but the squad leader, Ye Xiaoying, sitting at my front desk, because today she told the class teacher about his copying work, this kid must be resentful, want to wait for revenge, and the result is not good enough to throw it on my head. It is. Not to mention that you throw the wrong person, I can't let you go when I bully the girl. Moreover, the squad leader is the only classmate I can afford. Because she never licked her nose in front of me, and she helped me sweep the ground.

I have to give you a good lesson, and it can be regarded as "destroying the people." I thought of picking up a history book at hand and slamming him over. He screamed and immediately responded. Then a "flying book war" began, and the class suddenly became a mess, with exclamations, cheers, and applause. The teacher of the value day was quickly alarmed. He murdered in a fierce manner, and the classroom suddenly calmed down. I found all my classmates looking at me.

I was taken away by the teacher of the day. He ordered me to stand in the open space in front of the teaching building. I don't know how many pairs of gloating eyes are looking at me, my face is hot, I don't know if it is because of the sun or the shame. No, I can't let them see jokes. I resisted tears.

The language teacher walked gently from a distance. I don't know why I didn't want to see her at this time. I avoided her gaze, but she already saw me. I saw her whispering something to the teacher of the value day. The teacher of the day nodded and she came over to signal me to go with her. When she arrived at her dormitory, she asked me about the incident and gave me a white towel to let me sweat. I was uncomfortably hiding the greasy sleeves behind my back.

She smiled slyly and took the towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead. This reminds me of my mother, and my tears finally flow down. She also said a lot to me, saying that I learned about my family from my usual essay, saying that I am actually a good boy, sensible, competent and very sense of justice, but also praise me smart, saying that as long as I am willing Can be a good student.

No one ever praised me like this, my tears quickly flowed out again.

at night

I went home at night, pushed the door open, and smelled a pungent smell, and I was used to it. Since my mother left, my father, who has always loved me, has been cold and hot to me, and has had an indissoluble bond with wine, and I have become accustomed to it all.

Lying in bed, I can't sleep, I think a lot, think of the sick mother, think of the language teacher, think of the alcoholic father, think of the grievances suffered in recent years... I can't help but choke I cried in tears and I noticed that the pillow was wet...

"As long as you are willing, you can become a good student." The words of the language teacher sounded in my ears.

Tomorrow, tomorrow I must let my father stop drinking.

Tomorrow, I have to wear a clean dress to go to school.

tomorrow……