"Black writing" is a reflection of a teacher's basic qualities, so embarrassing in memory.

Before the computer projection, the teachers worked hard with chalk heads, passing the knowledge to their students under the chalk heads.

This memory happened in high school classes before projection became popular.

In the first year of high school, the high school I was admitted to had an unprecedented recruitment of four classes. This is the pride of the school and our luck. However, the lack of educational resources is not optimistic, and the teaching level of the teachers assigned to us is varied.

A tall and thin young man with a straight waist came to our history class.

When he walked to the podium, he clearly felt the teacher's nervousness and anxiety. As his first class towards education, he must have taken it seriously. It was like an oath-taking ceremony, which was a relatively solemn thing.

"I will be your history teacher in the future, my name is..." The new teacher Guo tried his best to control his nervousness and introduced himself to us.

The first few sentences are still serious Mandarin. When the self-introduction is over, Mandarin suddenly becomes a dialect, which makes us feel a little panicked.

Teacher Guo smiled at us guiltily. Fortunately, we can understand his dialect, at least we will not be confused.

"Are you too nervous today?" Teacher Guo asked us.

We don’t know what the teacher is, so we didn’t dare to say anything. He turned his head, stared at a corner where no one was, and said to ourselves: “Let’s get to the topic and open the first page of the history book!”

In this way, history teacher Guo started his teaching.

From the moment he started class, he seemed to be competing with himself. This force was most likely not to convince us, but to convince himself. His tilted head had never been corrected, and I don’t know if this is his habit or style.

Teacher Guo would suddenly stop as he talked, and then sneered. We don’t know who the person he was sneering was. He just sneered that way and then continued to give a lecture.

The most ridiculous thing is Teacher Guo’s blackboard writing. Teacher Guo is very big, almost the same height as the top of the blackboard. He started writing from the far left and continued to the upper right corner. Most of the time he felt that he wanted to break the frame of the blackboard. From a distance, it looked like a mathematical curve that expressed the increasing relationship.

After finishing writing, he walked to the podium and looked at the blackboard writing he had just written.

Then he shook his head and sneered.

"Is it a bit off the line?" Teacher Guo asked me who was sitting in the front row.

I almost couldn't help but burst into laughter, and I tried my best to answer: "It's quite good!"

He said to himself, "I thought it was a bit biased, but it seemed that I was wrong!" As soon as he walked onto the podium, we laughed out loud. Teacher Guo's blackboard writing was more than just a biased one, he was simply a deviation.

In addition to the first class, Teacher Guo spoke a few Mandarin to us, the history class in the future is basically a dialect version. Teacher Guo talked about history and felt a sense of scolding. He always scolded another angle from one perspective of history. As he talked, he was even a little angry. If history was a person, he could definitely rush up and fuck him!

These new teachers must be accepted by the principal in person to be qualified. For the sake of that, Teacher Guo took it seriously this time.

Before the class that the principal listened to, Teacher Guo had already arrived in the classroom, holding a triangle ruler in his hand. At first glance, the history teacher was going to use his big move, and it seemed that he was going to teach us math.

Actually, he was wrong. He came to draft himself.

He silently took the triangle ruler and drew horizontal lines on the blackboard. In order to make the horizontal lines less obvious, he gently drew many horizontal lines on the blackboard.

Drawing lines is also a physical job. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked down to ask me, "Are you holding the lines?"

I nodded. He still seemed very nervous this time, with a serious face, as if he was just to give the principal some color.

"I'll tell you! If I write a mistake, you can give me a hint with your hands! OK?" Teacher Guo asked me.

I also wanted to make Teacher Guo a qualified teacher in the principal's mind as soon as possible, so I agreed readily.

After the bell rang, the principal quickly walked into our classroom and walked to the end to sit down. I didn't dare to look back at the principal, for fear that the principal would attack me.

Teacher Guo walked into the class in a suit and tie. The color on his face today was similar to his first class, and his mouth seemed to be shaking when he spoke.

Of course, I will not forget what he told me before class, and always pay attention to his blackboard writing. Teacher Guo seems to have prepared enough class and kept talking, sometimes writing while talking.

I looked at the book that seemed to be a little biased. I quietly used my fingers to hint to Teacher Guo. After seeing it, he nodded to me funnyly, and then subconsciously put his hand down.

After this class, Teacher Guo and I cooperated quite well, at least we could understand each other's meaning. However, as for the tacit understanding of cooperation, we can see from the blackboard.

Originally, Teacher Guo’s blackboard writing was an incremental curve, and the curve of this class turned into a wavy line. I was anxious when I sat down on the bottom, but I also couldn’t seem to do anything for him.

I looked at the curved chalk words, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

The principal walked up angrily, and Teacher Guo stepped forward confidently and asked, "Principal, how do you feel today?"

The principal swayed his thick neck and said ruthlessly to Teacher Guo: "Xiao Guo, your level is still very poor!"

Teacher Guo was like a child who made a mistake and jogged away after chasing the principal.

After a while, he walked in depressedly, looked at his blackboard writing, and shook his head in annoyance.

"It seems that the straight line is a waste of time! The principal said no, he still has to listen to my class!" said Teacher Guo.

Later, the principal never came to listen to Teacher Guo’s class. It was probably because Teacher Guo used some means to make the principal no longer so persistently listen to his class!

When I was in my second year of high school, I chose science. So I no longer had any interaction with Teacher Guo and said goodbye to history class. But I still often hear about Teacher Guo’s deeds.

One day, a classmate ran in and said that Teacher Guo had a nosebleed from a student! That student was a famous gangster in our first grade, and few teachers could control him!

When I learned that Teacher Guo was hitting the untreated classmate, I admired him a little! But it is said that Teacher Guo’s life was not going well, and the principal actually asked him to stand at the principal’s door. As a teacher, if he was punished by the principal’s door, wouldn’t this be wiped out by the dignity?

Many students went to see the scene where Teacher Guo was punished to stand, but I never had the courage to witness a teacher who was ruthlessly deprived of his dignity.

Even if Teacher Guo’s blackboard writing is not good, I think he hit someone he deserves to be beaten.

"Don't light the yellow! If you light the yellow again, I'll kill you!" Teacher Guo gritted his teeth and said harsh words to us in class. As soon as he finished speaking, all the students in our class laughed, and he laughed himself.
Chapter completed!