After hearing Teacher Wang’s question, everyone turned their heads and looked over. Sure enough, Wang Zhichang was not in the seat. He was very small in junior high school and was easy to find.

Teacher Wang looked at everyone and said, "Who saw him? Was the last class there?"

Everyone answered in a mess.

"exist."

"Here, I saw him playing football."

"I was still there before the last run, right next to me."

It was in chaos, and Ding Jun, who was sitting in the last row by the window, shouted: "Teacher, he is on the playground."

All the students near the window stood up and looked out on the window. The teacher also walked to the window, pushed the window open, put his right hand in front of him, and looked carefully for a while. Sure enough, when he saw Dachang standing on the horizontal bar, he didn't know what he was doing.

"Zhang Xingming, you run over to see him." Teacher Wang called him directly and asked Zhang Xingming to go there. Zhang Xingming sighed, "Gaha, you're stuck."

He went downstairs slowly, jogged to the horizontal bar, and circled around Dachang. Although he knew that this was the case, he couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw Dachang holding the horizontal bar pillar in both hands and his tongue stuck to it.

"Ah Mengjiu, it's a good thing." Dachang looked at Zhang Xingming with his eyes slanted, and said something he couldn't understand.

Zhang Xingming ran to the side of the playground, and Teacher Wang stood by the window open and looked out his head.

Zhang Xingming shouted: "His tongue is stuck, his tongue is stuck, he is stuck, he is stuck, he is stuck."

Teacher Wang nodded and closed the window.

After a while, Teacher Wang came to the playground with a large enamel teapot and a full tank of warm water. He walked towards Dachang. Zhang Xingming ran over to take it. Teacher Wang waved his hand and didn't use him, and he brought it to Dachang.

Zhang Xingming guessed that Dachang would stick here after class. It had been almost twenty minutes now. Seeing him standing there, he was already so cold that he had whitened his face and kept moving his feet, but his tongue stuck to the horizontal bar, and he didn't dare to make any bigger moves.

Seeing Teacher Wang coming, Dachang gesturing and shouted: "Brain, oh, oh, Xidou, where are you going to get?"

Teacher Wang walked over with warm water and said, "Don't move, stand up."

Dachang immediately stopped, holding the horizontal bar in his hands, and staring at Teacher Wang with motionless eyes. His mouth was open for too long, and saliva kept flowing down the corners of his mouth, and a slime of ice was frozen on the front of his clothes.

Teacher Wang shook his head left and right, observed it carefully, then raised the warm water in his hand, pressed the mouth of the cup above the pillar's tongue, and slowly poured the warm water down the pillar.

The warm water flowed down the iron pillar. Teacher Wang adjusted the angle again, so that the water just flowed onto Dachang's tongue, and said, "Don't move, don't move if you feel you can, wait a while."

Teacher Wang is relatively small and not much different from Dachang. It was a bit difficult to pour water in a teapot. Zhang Xingming walked over and said, "I will do it with you, teacher." Teacher Wang looked at him and said, "It must flow on his tongue, not to stop the flow, not to flow too fast."

Zhang Xingming nodded and reached out to hold the teapot. Teacher Wang withdrew his hand, took a step back, and watched the water flow down.

After pouring down half of the tank of warm water, Teacher Wang said: "Turn your tongue gently to see if it can be done?"

Dachang's tongue moved, and most of it took off from the iron pillar, only the tip of the tongue was still stuck on it.

Teacher Wang looked at it, nodded, and said, "Okay, it's okay, there's enough water, keep falling and don't stop, don't be off, Wang Zhichang, try to pick it up, don't try hard."

The water was almost over, and Dachang might have felt it was almost done, so he suddenly retracted his tongue into his mouth, and then he covered his mouth and stared at his eyes, his face twisted, "Um, umm, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Zhang Xingming looked at him and looked at the pillars of the horizontal bar. The water poured on it had turned into thin ice, and there was a small white mark inside. Dachang became anxious. The skin on the tip of his tongue was peeled off. He probably felt his whole body trembling in pain.

He hummed for a while and gradually slowed down. It didn't hurt so much. He straightened his waist, closed his mouth tightly and let out a long breath. He looked at Teacher Wang and squeezed out a smile.

Teacher Wang said nothing, and waved his hand and made a big mouth, with a crisp sound.

After the call, Teacher Wang said to Zhang Xingming: "Go back to class." He turned his head and walked towards the teaching building.

Zhang Xingming followed a few steps, looked back at Dachang standing there tremblingly, and said, "Come back, are you still standing there?"

Wang Zhichang covered his mouth and bent his little face. He felt quite aggrieved and followed the two of them and returned to the classroom.

After entering the classroom, Zhang Xingming put the tea jar in his hand on the podium and returned to his seat.

Teacher Wang stood on the podium, turned around and pointed to the corner of the wall beside the podium, and rushed to the back and said, "Stand there, you can just stand and listen in this class."

Wang Zhichang was stunned for a moment, twisted and walked to the corner of the wall, standing there looking at the teacher.

Teacher Wang picked up the book from the lectern, flipped it a few times, and said, "Today we will learn a new text, but before learning the new lesson, let's review the new words from the previous lesson first. Come on, who will come up, write the new words from the previous lesson."

Teacher Wang raised his head and began to look at the students. He raised his head with confidence and looked at the teacher with a high profile. He lowered his head in his heart and pretended not to hear the teacher speak. In fact, we all performed like this in our students. What we don’t know is that everyone’s performance, if you see clearly on the podium, it has no effect at all.

The teacher didn’t repair you, it’s not that you have successfully avoided you, it’s just that the teacher didn’t want to repair you, including those who made cheats in the exam. For the teacher, it’s really not too easy to catch it.

Maybe it was because of Dachang’s incident that delayed time, the teacher did not torture the poor student this time, so he directly called Jiang Zexi to go up.

Jiang Zexi wrote seriously with chalk. He was not tall and wanted to tiptoe, which made the students in front of him laugh. As a result, Dachang thought that his classmates were laughing at him, so he shook his eyebrows at the classmates in front of him and played with a few expressions. This made the students really amused and lay on the table and laughed.

Teacher Wang had no expression on his face, and walked slowly with the book, turned around and hit Wang Chengchang's head for five or six times, and the slap was a snap.

After the filming, Teacher Wang didn't say anything. He turned around and walked back to the podium, pointed to the few words that Jiang Zexi had written, and said, "Come on, everyone read together."

The students read a few words in unison. Teacher Wang wiped the blackboard clean with the blackboard and wrote the name of the new lesson.

"Okay, today we will learn the new text. Students will open the book and read it aloud with the teacher."

"There are people who sell fruits in Hangzhou who are good at hiding oranges, and they will not collapse when they encounter cold and heat. They are yes and jades and gold. They are placed in the market and have ten times more money, and people are competing for them to sell them."

The neat reading sounded in the classroom and drifted in the corridor.

...

After class, the time for get out of class is over soon. Teacher Wang packed up the lesson plan and books. Her class time has always been very accurate. She never delayed the class, nor did she have to spare the first half of the class.

After packing up, Teacher Wang turned his head and asked Wang Zhichang who had been standing in the corner: "Wang Zhichang, come here, I'll ask you, why are you going to lick the horizontal bar?"

Wang Zhichang's tongue no longer hurt so much now. He leaned back, afraid of being beaten, and said, "I just wanted to give it a try. They said it can be stuck, but I think it can be stuck."

"Bang," a slap.
Chapter completed!