Childhood Story of Hateful Math Teacher

In third grade, I moved to the next town to study. Because my mother went out to work that year, and my father taught at the junior high school in the next town, he brought me with him.

The math teacher is an old man in his fifties, and his teaching method is only one word - typing. If you are not obedient, fight, if you do not pass the exam, fight. How to fight, but also TM perverted. Men or women, they all go to the podium to take off their trousers and spank their buttocks . Every time I heard the sound of a ruler hitting my classmates' buttocks, and my classmates' "guikulanghao", I shivered under the podium.

As the saying goes, if I can escape the first day of the first year, I can't escape the fifteenth day. In the end, I still did not escape the fate of being beaten. Thinking about it now makes me shudder. I remember that I didn't do well in the exam, and the math teachers called one by one on the podium and were beaten. During the roll call, I silently prayed below that I would never be on the list. But it backfired. When I heard the teacher call my name, my brain suddenly "hum" and became blank. I looked at the math teacher dumbly and walked towards the podium.

If anyone can save me at this time, I will definitely thank his ancestors for eight lifetimes. Looking at the tearful classmates and the math teacher's face standing on the podium, my illusions were instantly shattered.

After being nurtured by the female monitor in the second grade, I already felt ashamed in the third grade, not to mention spanking in front of more than 60 classmates. But what can I do, I can only obediently lie on the bench on the podium, take off my trousers that I haven't been able to pull off for a long time, and reluctantly show my snow-white ass.

At that time, I knew the good face. In front of the 60-odd classmates in the class, I decided that I would not cry if I beat me again . TMD, the math teacher beat me a few times. Seeing that I didn't cry, I thought it wouldn't hurt, but actually started to beat me hard. After that, I couldn't help it anymore and started crying. Alas, that damn face made me get beaten a few times in vain.

From then on, I hated math teachers to death, trying to concentrate on their classes so as not to give them a second chance to bully me. To be honest, since I transferred schools, my "hell" life began. At that time, I really missed Teacher Xie, who was very kind to me in the first grade.