I was a math teacher in the sixth grade of primary school. At that time, I was not good at math. Every time she corrects her math homework, she likes to call the children who make a lot of mistakes to the office and let them correct them in the office.

I go to the office every time after math class. I can't get out when I get in, I can't do the problem, and I can't change it until she tells me how to do it. I just stood there, staring at all the red forks.

She is busy with her career. After that, she took a look and said in disgust, "I can't do this." There is something wrong with my IQ. You are a pig head. Don't go to junior high school for this IQ. You can go home after primary school. I can't understand it when I go to junior high school. It's stupid, why don't you say you're stupid? " And hit me on the head, the fierce kind.