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Finally, I went to school to teach. When I first set foot on the high platform of the classroom, I had a strange feeling in my heart. I find it incredible that one day I will become a teacher. There are few students, and they often shout "old teacher" loudly. I can't adapt to the cry of "teacher" for a while. Once upon a time, when I was in physics school, I didn't think much of the teacher's yelling all the time, but calling someone else a teacher is very different from being called a teacher. Being called an old teacher always tickles my feet. I am not mean or timid, but I am still not bold enough. Whenever someone calls me "teacher", I feel that when I am hungry, the sound of guns at noon comes from the bowl. In the first period, I taught very carelessly and the students didn't ask any special questions, so it ended. When I returned to the lounge, the porcupine asked me, "What's the situation?" I said, "Well, it's very simple." The porcupine seems to have put down a heart. In the second quarter, I walked from the lounge to the classroom with chalk, as if I was about to go to the battlefield behind enemy lines. This class is generally higher than the last one. I, an edo, am slim, and even on the high platform, I feel that my shares are not enough. If there is a fight at ordinary times, I dare to call you even if the other party is a sumo master. However, there are a group of 40-year-old children in front. How can I scare them with my mouth? However, if these rural children see my fear, the consequences will be unimaginable. So I tried my best to raise my voice and roll my tongue to teach with the tone of Edo people. At first, the students were confused about me. I am so proud that the more I talk, the more brisk I am. At this time, sitting in the center of the front row, the seemingly strongest student stood up and said, "teacher!" " ".I thought to myself," When I came, I asked, "What is it?" He said, "Teacher, you speak too fast for me to understand. Can you slow down? " When the student speaks, that country accent is not interesting at all. "If you think it's too fast, I have to speak slowly, but I'm from Edo and can't speak with your accent. Get used to it if you don't understand! " I replied. The second quarter also ended smoothly than expected. On the way back to the lounge, a student said he had a question for me. He asked me a few questions that I might not be able to answer. I'm in a cold sweat. There's nothing I can do. I had to tell him that I couldn't figure it out. I'll teach him next time, and then I hurried back to the lounge. This group of students made fun of me in surprise. Someone shouted: "The teacher can't, not even the teacher." Asshole, of course not. I said it's no big deal. If I can do that kind of problem, why come to this ghost country for forty dollars a month's salary? My heart returned to the lounge unhappily. The porcupine asked me how I was, and I replied, "Not bad." However, just answering "hmm" is really not enough to express my feelings, so I went on to say, "The students in this school are too ignorant." The porcupine looked at me strangely when I said this. The third quarter, the fourth quarter and the first quarter in the afternoon are all similar. The class I taught on the first day was somewhat unsuccessful. I think being a teacher is not as easy as it looks. Although class is over, I can't go back. I must stay at school before three o'clock in the afternoon. It was said that it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and my class cleaned up, and then I went to report. The teacher will check it, then check the sign-in book before going back. Although, people sell them to schools on a monthly basis! But how can you be tied up at school and stare at the table when there is no class? However, looking around other colleagues, everyone obediently abides by it. As a new person, I am so unconventional and awkward, and I bear it. On the way home, I said to the porcupine, "It's really unreasonable to ask the teacher to stay at school until after three o'clock, whether there is class or not." The porcupine smiled and said, "Yes!" However, he immediately solemnly said to me: "Don't talk too much about school, just tell me alone." Because there are many suspicious people here. " He seems to be suggesting me. I didn't ask why, because we broke up at the crossroads. Back to my apartment, the landlord said he would make me tea and come to my room. I thought he wanted to invite me to tea, but he rudely took my tea and let himself drink it. It seems that when I was not at home, he said "I'll make tea for you" without authorization, but he may not drink it alone. He said that he liked painting antiques very much and started this business informally. "You also look very elegant. Are you interested in doing this? " He began to give me incredible persuasion. I went to the Imperial Hotel to find someone two years ago and was mistaken for repairing the door lock. On another occasion, when he visited the Kamakura Giant Buddha wrapped in a blanket, he was called the boss by the driver. In addition, there are countless cases that have been mistaken for me. However, no one has ever found me elegant. In fact, I know from my clothes that I am not at all. You can even see an elegant person in the portrait, either wrapped in a towel on his head or holding a poem in his hand. People who will say that I am an elegant person may have ulterior motives! So I told him that I hate things as leisurely as retirees. He said with a smile: "No one likes it at first, but once you step into this business, it is difficult to get out." He said, drinking tea alone with strange gestures. In fact, he invited me to buy tea last night. I said I hate tea. It's thick and bitter, and it turns my stomach after drinking a cup. I asked him not to give me such strong and bitter tea, and he said, "All right." Pour yourself a drink. The man probably thought it was someone else's tea, so he drank it fiercely. After the landlord left, I previewed the course to be taught tomorrow and went to bed. From that day on, I went to school and went to work every day according to the regulations of the school. Every day when I come back, the landlord always says "make me tea" and comes to my room. After a week, I got a general understanding of the school and the landlord and his wife. According to the school teacher, I usually care about the evaluation of me within one week to one month after receiving the letter of appointment, but I am not in the mood at all. Even if something unpleasant happened in class, I might feel bored at that time, but it disappeared from my heart after 30 minutes. I am a person, and I can't worry about one thing for a long time. As for how my mistakes in class will affect students, or how the headmaster or dean will react, I don't care at all. As mentioned above, although I don't have enough courage, I am simple. I am prepared in my heart. If I can't stay in this school any longer, I will take care of him at once, so that I am not afraid of civets and crazy people in red at all. Besides, I have never tried to please those children in the classroom. The school is easy to deal with, and the place where I live is a headache. Every time the landlord comes, he not only comes for tea, but also brings all kinds of things. I remember the first time I brought printed matter, ten of which cost three yuan. Also said it was cheap, let me buy it. I'm not a bad country painter, so tell him I don't want it. Then, he brought a picture of flowers and birds, which was painted by a man named Huashan, and hung it on the niche and said, "Don't you think it's very good?" I casually replied, "Really?" He was busy introducing that there were two people named Huashan, one named X Huashan and the other named X Huashan. This painting was called X Huashan. He explained this and finally asked me, "What do you think? If you want it, even if you have fifteen dollars. " I refused on the grounds that I had no money, but he stubbornly said that it didn't matter when I paid. I said I wouldn't buy it even if I had money, so I drove him away. Then he carried an inkstone as big as a decorative brick onto the roof and shouted, "This is made in Duan Xi and Duan Xi." I asked him half-jokingly what Duan Xi meant, and he began to explain what Duan Xi inkstone meant. It also explained: "Duan Xi inkstone is divided into upper layer, middle layer and lower layer. Usually the upper level, this is really the middle level. Look at the eyes above. All three eyes are rare treasures. It is very effective for splashing ink. Do you want to try? " I pushed the huge inkstone in front of me and asked him how much it was. He said, "The shopkeeper brought it back from China. He told me that he must sell it, so it is cheaper, only 30 yuan." I think this man is really stupid. I managed to stay in school safely, and this landlord is always selling antiques. It seems that it is difficult for me to live.
In a few days, the school was too lazy to go. One night, I was walking in a place called Otomachi, and I found a buckwheat noodle restaurant next to the post office with the word "Tokyo" under the sign. I like buckwheat noodles best. When I was in Tokyo, every time I passed in front of more than a dozen buckwheat noodle restaurants, I felt itchy when I smelled the fragrance, so I had to open the curtains and go in. I'm so busy with teaching and antique dealers these days that I don't remember soba noodles. Now I see this sign, which is convenient for me to work without going in. All right, come in and have a bowl, and then get in the car. At first glance, it turned out to be a misnomer: since it was named "Tokyo", it should be cleaner. However, I don't know if I haven't seen Tokyo or if I have no money to decorate it. It's too dirty. The tatami is too black to recognize, and the gravel is rough. The walls were blackened by smoke, and the ceiling was not only blurred by kerosene lamps, but also very low, almost pressing people's necks back. Only the white paper showing off the name and price of soba noodles on the wall is very new. I'm afraid I bought an old house, which opened only two or three days ago. The first price list said fried shrimp noodles, and I shouted, "Hey, a bowl of fried shrimp noodles!" " "The words sound just fell and three people crowded in the corner" hum "swallowed and looked at me together. In the room, I didn't pay much attention just now, but now face to face, they are all school students. The other party greeted me and I replied. That night, because I hadn't eaten buckwheat noodles for a long time, I felt very fragrant and dried four bowls in one breath.
The next day, as usual, as soon as I entered the classroom, five big characters were written on the whole blackboard: Mr. Fried Shrimp Noodles. See me come in, the bottom burst into laughter. Damn it! I asked, "What's so funny about eating fried shrimp noodles? ! "A student replied," But four bowls are too many, if. " Four bowls and five bowls, anyway, I pay for it myself and eat it in my stomach, which is none of your business! I explained it in a few words and went back to the lounge. Ten minutes later, I stepped into another classroom and saw four bowls of fried shrimp noodles on the blackboard, but I didn't laugh. I was so angry just now, but I'm so angry this time. When a joke goes too far, it becomes a prank, just like a burnt sesame seed cake. Who wants to eat? These hillbillies have no sense of boundaries and think they can be unscrupulous. Living in a small town that can be reached within an hour's walk, I'm afraid I haven't seen any scenes on weekdays, so I made a big fuss about the right-fried shrimp incident as a Japanese-Russian war. Poor thing! Educated like this since childhood, when I grow up, I can only be a villain with a curved net like a potted maple! If it is childish, it doesn't hurt to laugh together, but what a scandal! The little boy who just took off his pants is so naughty on purpose. I silently wiped the fried shrimp noodles, and then asked, "Is this kind of activity interesting?" A dirty joke! Do you know what meanness means? "A guy immediately replied," It's despicable to be laughed at and annoyed by what you have done! " "Bastard! It is downright cowardly to think that you came from Tokyo to teach these guys. So he shouted, "Stop talking nonsense and learn!" I started my class. Unexpectedly, when I walked into another classroom in the next class, it actually said: After eating fried shrimp noodles, I want to talk about absurdity. Endless! I can't help but be furious: "Nobody taught you rude guys!" " "Then he strode back. Later, I heard that the students had a rest, but they were happy. Now, schools are more troublesome than antique dealers.
After returning to my residence and sleeping all night, most of the air in the fried shrimp noodles disappeared. When I got to school, all the students arrived, and I don't know why. The next three or four days were quiet. On the fourth night, I went to eat meatballs in the field. There are hot springs, restaurants, hot spring hotels, parks and brothels in this town. It takes ten minutes by train and half an hour on foot from downtown. The meatball shop I went to is located at the corner of Qinglou Street. They all said it was delicious. I tasted a few on the way back from the hot springs. I didn't meet any students this time, thinking that no one knew. However, when I arrived at school the next day, I walked into the classroom of the first class and saw on the blackboard: two bowls of meatballs were seven points. I did eat two bowls and spent seventy cents. What a nuisance! In the second quarter, I guess there must be something else. As expected, I wrote: The meatballs in brothels are really delicious. These push your luck guys! As soon as the maruko storm subsided, the red scarf became a problem again. At first, I was puzzled, but also bored: since I came here, I haven't stopped living in TianWenQuan for a day. Looking at all other places, it is far less than Tokyo, and this hot spring is really a sport. When I go, I always take a huge towel with me. This towel has a red pattern, but it is really red when you look at it again. Whether I go home, ride a bike or walk, I always take this towel. So my classmates called me with red towels. Anyway, living in an ignorant place is always restless. Also, the hot spring hotel is a new three-story building. It costs eight cents to enter first class. You can take a bath and ask someone to wipe your body. The waitress also served hot tea in Tianmu tea bowl. I always go first class, but they say I only earn forty dollars a month. It's a waste to come here. Mind your own business, it's none of your business! Also, the bath in this hot spring is granite, the size of fifteen tatami, which can generally accommodate thirteen or fourteen people, but there is no one in time and space. When standing up, the water is chest-deep, and swimming and exercising in it are very comfortable. I take advantage of anyone's opportunity to enjoy myself in this wide swimming pool. Unexpectedly, one day I rushed down from the third floor, thinking that I could swim again today. When I looked in through the narrow entrance, I found a big piece of paper, which was written in big ink: No swimming in the pool! No one swims in it except me. It seems that it is newly posted to me. From then on, I broke the idea. But when I got to school, I was taken aback. It is clearly written on the blackboard: no swimming in the swimming pool! I have a vague feeling that some of the students are spying on me? Bad luck! Although I won't change my mind because of the students' gossip, I regret it whenever I think of why I came to such a small breathless place in the first place. From school to home, we have to deal with antique attacks.