Chapter 40 Face the problem of "curtains fall" together

Author: Child Practice

Chapter 40 Face the problem of "curtains fall" together

It's time for the harsh math tutoring class again.

I came to the classroom and considered the last question on the test paper that I had not yet done.

The dead fish came over again to copy my test paper: "Die mosquito, hurry up and show it to me. The math teacher will ask me to answer the question later. She said it by name last time."

I was so annoyed that I just came up with a little idea and it was gone.

"Wait a moment."

I didn't raise my head, and I was still thinking about how to start writing with a pen.

The dead fish couldn't wait, and suddenly walked my test paper from the table, and could hear the sound of the pen sliding across the test paper.

There must be a scratch from a ballpoint pen there.

How can the teacher explain this?

I put down my pen heavily and ran out to compete with him. He ran from behind to front, then from front to back, hid in the curtains beside the window, put the test paper on the wall, and quickly looked at the answer.

I didn't think much about it, just grabbing it through the curtains.

The curtains immediately hung down.

I was stunned, my mind was full of my mind. How much money would I have to pay? The few dollars I have to pay is definitely not enough.

Tears suddenly flowed down.

The dead fish came out of the curtains, looked at the tragic situation of the curtains, returned the test papers to me, and showed a worried look: "Okay, don't cry, why don't you break the curtains? When the teacher comes later, I will say I did it."

"It's all you blamed you." I blurted out.

The classmates from other classes came over and stood beside us, saying righteously: "We all saw that it was you who did it, so don't think about placing it on others."

I wiped my eyes and grabbed the test paper in my hand, which immediately started to wrinkle.

So what if you wrinkle?

I did it myself, and I would do things one by one, but I just cried when I thought of losing money. Do they think I was going to take the blame?

"It's not a big deal to copy an assignment. If you don't chase it, you won't break the curtains." I don't know the person who said this, and I won't know him in the future.

People are still coming in outside the door.

The tall boy from our class came and saw a group of people around here, and said strangely: "What are you doing together? Are the curtains broken?" He walked over and touched the curtains, pulled them, and pulled them down.

Before everyone could stop it, they could only watch.

He let go, shirking responsibility and said, "I didn't do it, this curtain was originally broken."

Someone told the truth: "It was her who broke it."

He came over and looked at the dead fish and said, "Did you ruin it?"

When others walked closer, their hands seemed to poke on my shoulder: "It's her."

"Awesome." The tall boy in our class was actually smiling and adding fuel to the fire.

I really couldn't bear it, and I couldn't walk away by being surrounded and could only lower my head and wipe my tears with my hands.

After hearing this sentence, I was excited and wanted to suppress the panic in my heart, but I found that in the face of so many people's accusations, I couldn't suppress it at all, nor could I listen to what the dead fish was saying.

The curtains were broken by me.

They started arguing next to them, and if this continues, the math teacher can only solve it.

A math teacher who is so strict in class wouldn't take me to the principal, right?

I'm so scared.

Someone hugged me.

He was the squadron leader, and he was carrying his schoolbag behind him. He patted me on the back a few times. He shouted loudly in front of the students in other classes: "Why are you all doing together? I bully such quiet classmates in our class. It seems that we are so bullying."

"She broke the curtains."

"It all fell down, and the multimedia won't be used later."

The math teacher said that I would use multimedia today. I sniffed and regretted why I was chasing the dead fish today.

The squadron leader patted me again, but the person who was obviously half a head shorter than me was very imposing.

She was still talking to me: "Why can't it be used? It's not that the multimedia is broken? Just a curtain, you can pay for whatever it is broken. You say, will you pay for it? You'll be fine if you're broken? You'll talk."

"What are you doing when you step on me?"

The dead fish was still stupid, and finally realized it and said to the good students in other classes, "You don't have to worry about our class. We will make the curtains. At worst, you can compensate one tomorrow."

Classmate Yan Zi pulled the tall male classmate who was adding fuel to the fire and accused him: "And you, you have all pulled down after you didn't fall off. You can pretend for me."

"I." He said speechlessly and hurried over to comfort me, "It's my fault. Don't cry. I'll climb up and put the curtains in place immediately."

I couldn't speak, so I could only nod.

The test paper in my hand was smoothed out little by little, leaving uncensored traces, deeper than the traces of that ballpoint pen.

"Why are you still standing here? Do you let people breathe?" The squadron leader rushed to the other team to watch the show.

They left one after another.

I felt a little relaxed and finally could take a good breath. The squadron leader's words made me cry twice.

"Okay, no one bullies you anymore, they are all gone. We are from the same class. It's impossible to watch them bully any of the classmates in our class, right?"

"right."

"right."

"right."

I nodded desperately, wiped my tears, and watched the tall boy find a way to install the curtains.

I wanted to move the table over, and I wanted to help, and the squadron leader moved with the dead fish.

Classmate Yanzi took out a napkin and gave it to me: "Wipe quickly, the teacher will come later and think we are bullying you."

"Um."

After I took it, my chest rose and fell a few more times, and it took me a long time to calm down.

The curtains were installed, but they still hung down and returned to the point where I was pulled badly by me.

"It's broken, it can't be installed."

The tall boy has tried his best.

The squadron leader asked us to go back first and wait for class to talk.

I thought the math teacher would criticize him severely, because when she saw the curtain breaking in class, she asked everyone with a cold face: "Did this curtain fall off by itself?"

Everyone thinks it's a question.

No one dared to speak out.

The teacher ordered someone to explain.

"Report to the teacher, it was only when someone was fighting with his classmates."

"Who is it? Raise your hand."

I raised my hand timidly, stood up and said, "I was the one who broke it."

I couldn't help crying again. The moment I lowered my head, I saw the teacher's incredible expression.

Even if I don't raise my hand, other people's eyes will reveal the fact that I am the culprit.

Whether the teacher believes it or not.

The math teacher walked down, squinted his eyes and looked at the curtain again, and said tolerantly: "This is nothing. The things here are old, and it is normal to get broken. I will find someone to repair them. You guys are not hit by things."

"No."

"Then it's okay, don't cry, whoever has a napkin, give it to me quickly." The teacher looked at the classmates in another class.

They took out napkins one after another.

"No need." The squadron leader first took out a napkin and gave it to me, then stood up and said to the teacher, "The classmates in our class were wronged just now. They all said it was her fault and they would not let her go. If it weren't for the few people in our class who arrived earlier, they wouldn't know how they would bully people."

"this."

The teacher looked at the classmates who were still holding napkins and moved his mouth and said disappointedly, "The person who came to my class. In theory, I mean, the few who are particularly lazy should be excluded. They should be the top students in each class. You are bullying your classmates like this. If something happens, you should find a way to help solve it. What tissues should be put on and kept for you to wipe them yourself."

When I looked up at the teacher teaching someone a lesson with tears in my eyes, I found that one of them was said to be crying.

The teacher was in trouble again: "Why did someone say so many words? Someone is about to cry again? Okay, don't cry anymore. In the future, our class will be a big class. We will only get together if we are destined to be together. Don't bully the classmates in my class anymore, otherwise we won't take my class. Do you know?"

"knew."

The whole class nodded.
To be continued...