I just want to be soft on her

Chapter 43 Dreamland ([-])

In the middle of the night, Song Cheng woke up in a daze, the part where her face and the pillow met was all sticky.

She touched the already wet pillow, and her whole body began to feel empty. She had a long dream just now, and the dream was when she was in elementary school.

This dream is too long, so long that I can hardly bear it.

Song Cheng in elementary school has poor grades, especially in mathematics, and her partial subjects are particularly serious. In addition, her personality is a bit introverted, so she has few friends.

After the third grade, her class teacher was replaced by a math teacher.

The math teacher is a man wearing glasses. He likes to hit his palms with a thin and long ruler. If he does a wrong question in his homework, he will get ten boards.

Song Cheng's deskmate was a young boy with explosive academic performance, especially in mathematics, which was deeply liked by the mathematics teacher, so he became the representative of the mathematics class.

All this seemed peaceful at first, but on a sunny Friday afternoon, the class had its first terrible self-study.

Because the sunlight in the afternoon was too strong, the curtains on both sides of the windows were drawn, and the whole classroom was in a warm yellow tone.

In the last self-study class, the math teacher and the math class representative walked in, and the math class representative was holding a stack of math homework in his hands.

Song Cheng sat below, writing the homework left by the teacher on the weekend. She wrote so fascinated that she didn't hear the teacher call her.

It wasn't until the math teacher tapped her desk twice with a ruler that she raised her head.

"Song Cheng, I called you twice, what are you doing?" The math teacher looked at her with displeasure.

Then he said loudly to her in front of the whole class: "The whole class, 34 students, only your math homework is all wrong, do you know that?!"

After finishing speaking, the math teacher knocked on the desk with a ruler again, "Stand up."

Song Cheng was so frightened that she didn't even dare to take a breath. Her eyes drifted to behind the teacher. Her deskmate, who was also a math class representative, narrowed her eyes and covered her mouth with a smile.

Gradually, the other students also laughed with him, covering their mouths, and pointing at her behind the teacher's back to laugh.

Song Cheng's heart began to beat so fast that she couldn't breathe.

"Stand up!" The math teacher tapped her desk twice again with a ruler, but this time he knocked louder.

Her eyes slowly moved up, and seeing the angry face of the math teacher, her heart was suffocated, she quickly lowered her head, and stood up.

Seeing Song Cheng stand up from the bench, the math teacher led her to the podium in dissatisfaction, pointed to the wrong questions in her homework, and said to her while pointing: "There are only ten problems for such a simple application problem, and you can solve any one of them." Not doing it right."

"Song Cheng, what is in your head? Is it full of shi?!"

"Do the math yourself, one wrong question and ten boards, oh...you should be able to recite the multiplication formula, right? Tell me how many boards there are in total?"

All eyes in the class were focused on Song Cheng alone, and there was a mockery in everyone's eyes.

She lowered her head and stammered with her mouth open: "One... one... one hundred... one hundred boards."

"It's hard to talk, hahahahaha!" She could hear the voices of the students in the first row behind her discussing her.

The deskmate was standing next to her, lowering his head and snickering.

"Tut tsk tsk, that's fine." The math teacher turned his head and said to the math class representative beside him, "You can count for me, please speak louder."

A second later, the math teacher asked Song Cheng to raise his hand and put it in front of him, and he rolled up his sleeves.

"Snapped!"

He started to fight.

(End of this chapter)