Once a symbol of glory and status
The middle class soon graduated, and I was promoted to the senior class. The large class is going to start the students' words and count, but the large class has no tables and chairs, so they can only take a large bench as a table and a small bench as a chair from home.
My stationery is basically "picked up", a blue cloth school bag made by hand, a tin stationery box, all of which I picked up from my brother-in-law, and a few mothers picked up books made of kraft paper from the construction site, which is all my belongings. Because the desks and chairs are stools moved from home, there is no place to put the school bag, so when we go to kindergarten, the school bag has always been carried, even when sitting on the seat in class, it is the same, if you don't want to carry it, you can only put it on the ground. Fortunately, there was nothing in the bag, it was not very heavy, and the carrying was not heavy.
In the class, all the children are carrying the army green school bag, that is, the kind carried by the uncle of the People's Liberation Army, although the color is slightly different, but the overall vision is the same, except that my school bag is made by my own home, and it is blue, and it is also very old.
The children all brought the bench at home, all kinds, the styles are basically the same, that is, four wooden legs, the bench of the board above, and the color is basically brown, and the bench of my family is yellow, especially my small bench is round, three legs, and there is a round plastic non-slip cover under each stool leg, this set of table and chair colors and styles are unique in the class.
The children's benches are like this
My desks, chairs, and stationery are different from those of other children in the class, which is very eye-catching and very different. When I entered this middle class, I did not go in with everyone in the original class, there were still many children who remained in the middle class, and there were not many children who entered the senior class together, most of them were raw faces. Therefore, many children often talk about the color and newness of my school bag, and point out, and even some children look down on me, which makes me very unhappy.
I was placed in the group against the wall in the first row of entrances, and my table mate was a girl, and I was sitting in the aisle, and she was sitting against the wall, and every time she went out, I had to make way for her. Her name is the same as a writer's name, and we all call her Weiwei. At that time, I didn't know how to write these two words, so I shouted so. Her voice is very loud, very fond of shouting, every time she gets up to make way, as long as the movement is a little slow, she will shout and urge loudly, causing the children around me to look at me sideways, making me embarrassed.
She also looked down on my desks, chairs, and stationery, and always said why my bench was three-legged and iron, and there was a plastic cover underneath, why it was different from theirs, how ugly. Why is the bag blue, and it is old, is not yours, is not "picking" other people's, and so on. Every day I whisper these things in my ears, making my ears buzz, like the Tang monks in "Journey to the West", and I am like Sun Wukong, who is noisy every day.
One day, as if the teacher wasn't there, we were going to read the book ourselves. You can't talk during class, but there are still some children in the class talking, and the sound is very loud, and the whole classroom is like a free market, very lively, and the voices are boiling. She was also talking, just nagging loudly in my ear, the specific content I don't remember at all, but I only remember, the noise made my scalp tingle, she saw that I did not say anything, did not talk to her, the more bold she became, not only yelled at me, but also constantly pushed me, as for why pushing me, I can't figure it out, in short, he wanted to do this, that is, bully me, bully me honestly.
But if the rabbit is in a hurry, it will kill the eagle, let alone the human. I was annoyed by her nagging and shoving, and I didn't know where the courage and strength came from at the time, stood up silently from her seat, stretched out my right hand, grabbed the iron bench leg, grabbed the small bench from under the ass, turned the bench to my chest, and also grabbed a bench leg with my left hand, so that the bench was facing down, and then, moved the bench to the top of her head, when she was sitting on her seat, her mouth was constantly nagging, and she was also pointing and drawing, I couldn't hear what she was nagging at the time, and I felt my scalp tingle. The brain was buzzing and upset, and I wanted to make her shut up quickly, don't bother me.
The network diagram is a bit like the bench I was in kindergarten
After I moved the bench to the top of her head, her mouth did not stop, and it must not have reacted to my actions. I raised the bench to the top with both hands, and then, with a "Hi..." sound, I slammed it down hard, only to hear the bench click after it touched the top of her head. Then, just like in "Journey to the West", Sun Wukong said his lines, his hand fell with a knife, and then the whole world was quiet. At that time, with a click, my table was quiet, and the whole class was quiet. All the children looked at me stunned, at the bench in my hand, and none of them dared to speak, or forgot to speak.
I took the bench and looked around the class, and everyone looked at me silly, and no one spoke, let alone went to the teacher.
Look at my table mate, sitting on the seat, open your mouth, roll up and look at the bench in my hand, stunned for a minute, the whole class also looked at me for a minute, I also held up the bench and looked at her for a minute, seeing that she did not react, I was ready to put the bench down.
At this point, she grinned, ready to cry out loud. In the kindergarten at that time, crying was the most effective weapon, if there was a conflict between children, as long as who cried, then who was reasonable, the teacher was to whom, the one who did not cry would definitely be criticized, and would also be punished.
I saw that she was about to open her mouth again and scream and prepare to cry, so I lifted the bench again, ready to do it again, and when she saw this scene, she immediately closed her mouth, and the cry that had reached her mouth was hard to hold back. The tears that had already flowed into the corners of the eyes also lost their direction and did not flow out because of the lack of guidance from the crying.
I saw her shut up, put the bench back under her ass, then sat up hard and glared at him hard, then turned her head in the direction of the blackboard and never looked at her again. She didn't cry anymore, and the other children in the class began to talk and chat again as if nothing had happened.
After class, when I got up, I found that my pants were caught in the surface of the bench, and I threw it hard before I pulled my pants off the bench, and after examination, the surface of my small bench had a crack, and it was this opening that clamped my pants.
Whether this opening came out when I smashed her just now, or when I sat down heavily just now, there is no way to verify. I didn't tell anyone that it was good not to get caught when sitting on the stool every day.
Since then, the children in the class, especially my classmates, have never talked about me, no one has pointed out to me, and many children have begun to play with me, and some children have privately discussed that I dare to smash people with benches.
The next day, it was as if nothing had happened, when it was time to go to class, to play when it was time to play, as if nothing had happened.
And my table mate seems to have changed a person, which makes me feel very confused and very surprised, because she no longer talks nagging, and she is polite, let alone pointing at people. Since then, I've been impressed with her too.