12 class teacher and a baby, do you remember those class teachers who once made you feel warm?

My life has always been sloppy and unruly. Thank my teacher for never giving up on me. Even treat me like a daughter.

My favorite teacher, the head teacher of junior high school, is humorous. 182 The big man was driving a QQ car, and we all laughed at Prince Charming's pumpkin carriage. Is it a bit of a contrast to drive such a small car? Jianghu people send nicknames, banxian. Of course, he is not the kind of person who wears this pair of glasses and fortune-teller clothes and talks about heaven and earth. On the contrary, the dynamics of our class are under his control.

At first, I just didn't understand. He was mean to me and kept him in his heart. When I first entered the first grade, I was still very satisfied with myself. On the whole, I belong to the kind of person who can float and squint at people when walking. Once, when I was chatting with the boys in our class, I felt chilly behind me, and the boys in our class were silent. I didn't understand it then. Ready to look back, I feel my ears are killing me. I was about to shout it out. When I was about to swear, I looked back and found my head teacher. I immediately lowered my head and dared not say a word.

Just ignore the surprised eyes of our class and secretly take me out. I'm just scared. What's going on here? I didn't do anything. I was just about to tie the small wheel of the class teacher's car, which is still in the pipeline; Is it because I eat spicy strips for him to watch in class? It is no big secret that his eyes are not good for us students; I see. In order to make him obedient, I called him a fortune teller behind his back. He wants to make an example.

Just as I was about to bow my head and admit my mistake, he turned my ear 90 degrees again, and I took a deep breath in pain. He said unhurriedly that he did well in the exam and was still having fun there. As soon as I heard it, I did well in the exam, ranking third in the class. He spoke ill of me at that time. In school, you are far behind the second place in your class. You want to provoke me.

I looked up and said, teacher, my ears are going to fall off. He smiled and let go. I added that I hadn't bathed for a long time and there was a lot of dust on my ears. The fortune teller slowly rubbed his hands on my clothes and said, isn't that good?

Then I was given a lot of chicken soup, saying that if I worked hard, I would definitely surpass the first and second in our class. I was suddenly ignited. The teacher looked at what he said, and it really worked. Then he patted me on the head and said, "A boy can teach." . I was just about to walk out of my misery when the fortune teller stopped me and said that the little girl should wash her hands well. I held out my hand silently, looked at it, and nodded in particular embarrassment.

He has the deepest influence on me. He treated me like a daughter. After failing in the college entrance examination, he called me to comfort me. If it weren't for him, it would be hard for me to persist. Thank you, my fortune-telling father.