In junior high school, there was a wretched male math teacher in the class who often called the girls in the class to the office to touch their hands in the name of talking about topics (that is, touching their breasts and hands, etc.). ) and pretend not to be interested. This is sexual harassment. Before this, this gentleman's lewd behavior has been circulated privately in the grade. It's a pity that I was so nervous that I thought others thought too much and fell on myself. Forgive me. In my eyes, the teacher is synonymous with Wei. One day, he called me to the office, and in the name of tutoring, I went foolishly. He was the only one in the office at that time. Sure enough, he reached out and touched my chest accurately before writing two words. At that time, I felt the whole body's blood rushing to my head, and the feeling of humiliation was still fresh in my memory. I caught a glimpse of a glass cup on the table and broke it without thinking, hitting him right on the forehead. Then I pointed to his nose and scolded: Fang xx, if you touch my finger again, I'll have you chopped up and your son abolished! Then slam the door. As a result, he never dared to touch me again in junior high school for three years. The price is that I was terrible at math in junior high school for three years. My only regret now is that I didn't sue him and ruined his reputation.