My brother became a love brain

The high school teacher's hand speed has always been very fast. Within two days after the exam, all the papers were handed out one after another. I performed well this time. It should be in the first three years of school. When the final ranking is posted behind the door of the classroom, Better than expected.

Both the general list and the science list are the first in the school year, but the top of the liberal arts list is not a familiar name, but Ma Feifei.

Ma Feifei overwhelmed me on this list, and I overwhelmed me on the other two lists. This result was beyond the expectations of most people, including me.

But Ma Feifei didn't attend classes, it didn't mean she didn't make up lessons in private, everyone felt uncomfortable, and they still agreed that she had good academic performance.

On the afternoon of the day when the ranking was released, Ma Feifei arrived in the classroom with a very unsightly expression. She even glared at me several times throughout the afternoon. Zhang Peng slapped me on the back and said quietly: "She didn't get the first place in the school year, so I feel unhappy. "

"I don't care if she's happy or not."

I'm also a little baffled. It's her problem that she failed the exam, so what does it have to do with me?Do you still have to blame me for doing too well in the exam?

Before school was over, Ma Feifei took her math paper to the teacher's office. A classmate tipped me off, saying that Ma Feifei felt that she had made a mistake in one of the multiple-choice questions and wanted to ask the teacher to change the score and rank.

"How did she know she was wrong?"

Wang Juan, my deskmate, suddenly interjected, and I also became curious. The math teacher will explain the paper tomorrow, and she is so sure. Is this a wrong question?

But the classmate didn't know that Ma Feifei felt that the question was wrong. We looked at each other for a while, and when we heard the class bell, we went back to our seats and continued the class.

Ma Feifei didn't come back for half a class. When she came back, her eyes were red, as if she had cried.She returned to her seat, bowed her head on the desk, and began to cry again.

This class is a physics class, but the physics teacher is not the previous physics teacher, but a substitute female teacher.The female teacher bit her lip, hesitated for a while, and stopped teaching, walked to Ma Feifei's side, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Ma Feifei raised her head abruptly, and said harshly, "Don't worry about it!"

"Hush—" Some boys didn't give her face anymore.

"Quiet." The female teacher glared at the boys who were hissing, turned her head, and was about to say something to comfort her, but Ma Feifei stood up straight, casually packed her schoolbag, and wanted to leave.

"What are you doing?" the female teacher scolded her severely.

"I'm not feeling well, I want to go home." Ma Feifei shouted angrily.

"What's wrong with you?" We really didn't see what was wrong with her.

"You don't care about me." After Ma Feifei finished speaking, she pushed the female teacher violently, and rushed out the door.

Pushed by her, the female teacher staggered, her back bumped against the hard corner of the table, she gasped in pain, she opened her mouth, as if she wanted to call other students to hug her, but she hesitated for a moment, still Nothing was said.

We know that she should have thought of what happened to her previous physics teacher.

The two female students beside her asked in a low voice if they wanted to go to the school hospital. The female teacher shook her head, supported our desk, walked back to the desk slowly, picked up the chalk again, and continued to teach.

We listened quietly, only occasionally raised our heads and found that the female teacher's forehead was dripping with sweat. It was obviously not as simple as "nothing happened".But the female teacher repeatedly rejected our request to take her to the school hospital, and insisted on continuing to teach. I couldn't stand it anymore, and called out the names of a few boys, and simply recited the teacher semi-strongly, and escorted her go downstairs.

A retired old doctor who was the doctor of the school hospital pressed the female teacher's waist a few times, then frowned and said, "It's a slip of the waist."

The female teacher smiled awkwardly, and then we avoided it. The old doctor did a treatment for a while, and when the treatment was over, the female teacher was not in so much pain. The first thing she realized was to send us back to self-study .

We happily agreed.

That night, we stayed in school for self-study after we had dinner as usual.

The discipline in the classroom is very good, only the rustle of the pen across the paper can be heard, so the footsteps in the corridor are very clear.

who is it?Are the students from class two coming out to go to the bathroom?

I thought casually, but found that the footsteps stopped at the door of our classroom.

Looking for us?

"Squeaky—"

The door opened, revealing the familiar face of the female physics teacher. She walked in slowly with textbooks and a stack of papers under her arm, and closed the door again.

We all raised our heads and looked at her quietly.

She put the papers and books on the desk, clasped the blackboard with the back of her hand, and said, "I missed half a class during the day, so make up the class now, okay?"

"it is good--"

Uniform answers, with indescribable joy.

This is the first time a teacher came to teach us at night since the self-study activities for several weeks.

Our hearts were extremely happy, but our faces were still tense, and the eyes we exchanged occasionally were full of joy.

The female teacher gave us another set of papers after giving a lecture, and asked us to finish them within 45 minutes. After finishing, it took another class to finish the papers, then packed up my things and left quietly up.

Ma Feifei didn't come the next day, but halfway through the evening self-study on the second day, there was another knock on the door of our class, and it was the English teacher who pushed the door open.

The English teacher is about to retire, but his pronunciation is very standard and he is very strict with us.When he entered the door, he said, "I just came from the second class, are you going to class?"

"superior--"

"Then listen carefully."

On the third, fourth, and fifth days, almost every night, a teacher would appear at the door of our classroom, open the door, and naturally make up lessons for us.

It seems to have returned to the time before the ban on making up lessons, but we all know that all teachers are voluntary labor, and this time even the meager tuition fees for making up lessons are gone.