Netizen: In the third grade of primary school, I sat in the first row. One day, a young female music teacher was wearing a white skirt and leaning her legs on my desk to give a lecture. I was prone on the table and saw two or three black lines in the middle of the teacher's white skirt, so I grabbed it kindly and pulled it hard ... I still remember the teacher's screams.

Netizen: My junior high school classmates sit at the same table. Physical education class didn't go to the next class because of her nosebleeds between classes. She lay on her back in a chair for one class, and then the next class was math. The math teacher smashed the blackboard while she was talking to the people behind her. Who knows that the deskmate sprayed a mouthful of black blood on the spot, which scared everyone. Afterwards, she told us that it was her nosebleed that accumulated in her throat and oxidized-_-|| Anyway, from then on, the teacher saw that she was going to make a detour and laughed me to death.

Netizen: I remember when I was in middle school, I was the lead singer of the school chorus competition. When I came to class, I was suddenly entangled in phlegm and couldn't make a sound. Then I coughed with the microphone without thinking. At that time, the principal and others were all below, and my old class looked wonderful.

Netizen: I like to plug holes when shooting. I saw a hole next to the school playground that day and it was blocked. Then it was blown up to know that it was a biogas digester. That guy, the shit is straight out, half the schools are throwing shit, and he became famous in World War I.