Dream back to the Three Kingdoms Chapter 1: Sorry, I was wrong.

1. Sorry, I came to the wrong world.

Another teacher, this is the fourth one.

I walked into the classroom with my schoolbag on my shoulder, and my deskmate Wu Na told me the news. I put my bag on the table and said grumpily, "come as soon as you come." I didn't drive away Wu Mou people. "

Wu Na looked at me a little obsequiously. "You should be kind in the future. Teacher China has come and gone, which is not good for anyone. "

I picked up my schoolbag and slapped it in the drawer. "You think I want to. Those people deliberately made things difficult for me. What can I do? " Maybe I slapped my schoolbag too loudly, and my classmates looked at me from all directions. I just curled my lips, took out my Chinese book and spread it on the table. "As long as it doesn't bother me." Wu Na looked at me in despair, shook his head and began to read.

I am a rebellious child, which I never deny, although I have a face with classical temperament recognized by many scholars. When I was younger, an aunt came to play at home, hugged me, pinched me left and right on my face, and repeatedly said with a smile, "This child, with bright eyes and white skin, is simply a combination of Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai." During that time, A Dream of Red Mansions became an instant hit, and she was a loyal follower. I smiled and said, "Aunt is the combination of Grandma Liu and Wang Xifeng." Her face turned green at once and she looked a little upset. Later, she told everyone how the little girl in the 29 th old house was born with a lady's lotus face and a knife mouth, which didn't match her appearance. Can you blame me? The blade is right, but ah, it's a fruit knife. My girl has a small cherry mouth. Use a kitchen knife to compare it to not being dirty!

I am a lonely child again. My parents are professors, and there is a family that is extremely happy and enviable to outsiders. Fortunately, unhappiness is only known to you. My father is always preaching. Emotionally, he has always been cold and unreasonable. I am not short of teaching, because books can be expressed in a more vivid way. What I lack is a sense of security and softness. Tired, thirsty, sleepy and sick, I have never got the softness that everyone expects.

I don't know if I am a good student. Liberal arts can get high marks without reviewing, while science scores are like sailing in a huge wave, and the ups and downs are scary. In addition, I have some trivial hobbies. When I read a good book, I can stay motionless for two hours. I painted them, water snake waist, rosacea, Guan Gong's face, beer belly ... all the teachers left a glorious image in my notebook. When I was a child, I studied ballet for five or six years and won several prizes, all of which were tied up by my father. He said that a lady can cultivate her temperament by dancing ballet.

I sometimes stand up for others, although I am also a master who is often bullied. Last but not least, I like eating. When I am in class, I often put a piece of candy in my mouth by hand. I always keep my face straight and my heart doesn't beat. Fortunately, I am innocent, and I have successfully escaped countless eyes.

I hate posers.

Wu Yong, who taught Chinese last week, is always disgusting. He reads "The Model" as if he were Zhuge Liang, and it doesn't interest people. So I bowed my head and did my math homework. I finished it in the time of Chinese class. You can watch Conan and play with swords when you go home. Li Xiaoyao, who misses me, seems to be still suffering in the lock demon tower.

Wu Yong was sharp-eyed and set me on fire at once. "Explain what you mean by' crying on the surface, I don't know what to say'." I was confused by several numbers. I didn't catch what he said clearly, so I said politely, "Huh?" With a sound, it doesn't matter. Wu Yong immediately scolded 1, "have a good Chinese class, such a classic ancient prose." Why don't you listen to me and do some math homework? Do you want me to go to the math teacher to give you extra points? " I mumbled a lot, then waved and motioned for me to sit down. I looked up. "Teacher, do you still need to explain?" "Explain what?" "sentence, the sentence of' crying on the surface'." I said there was no hurry. "Can you explain it?" I think his face is a little surprised and he cares more about this. After all, he had a long ideological education, and most students would choose to sit down honestly. "Then tell me." "It's very simple. I cried when I hit the watch. I don't know what I said. " "The meaning is similar," he reluctantly smiled, but his smile was obviously as embarrassed as that of suppressed P. "Well, can you imagine the situation and Zhuge Liang's mood at that time?" Of course he doesn't want me to sit like this, otherwise how can he teach others in the future? "Well," I snorted, "it should be quite sad. I didn't say I cried. I have to ask him personally. I'm not his wife. How do I know? " I laughed so hard that Wu Na made the table shake. I was a little proud.

"You, you!" Wu Yong threw away his textbook in class and ran out of the door, thinking that he had taught for so many years and still cared about this with me. This is really not a person.

Wu Yong wasn't the first victim. Before him, there were two others who wanted to make things difficult for me in Chinese class. As a result, I shot myself in the foot, which made me unbearable and took the initiative to transfer to another class. The next day, the head teacher talked to me and said how a little girl like you was so talkative that Miss Wu couldn't get off the stage. While talking, he laughed and said, "I'm not his wife" is good for you. If Zhuge Liang meets you, he will faint. The head teacher has always been accommodating to me. Every time I go to Chinese 130-40-year-old children don't have to attend classes. It's hard for him to say. He just told me to keep my confidence and hit new heights. They say the teacher next door is the best in the whole grade. Don't be ridiculous.

Now, the best teacher is walking to the podium. Wu Na pulled my sleeve and told me to turn to the page of the text quickly, but I looked up and stared at the teacher. Why does this person look so familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere? What a beautiful man! He is slender and tall, and his body exudes a strange charm. His deep eyes, slightly provoked corners of his eyes, raised eyebrows, lightly infiltrated sideburns, slender nose, and thin and chiseled lips hook into the elegant and masculine lines of his side face. He wore a navy blue shirt, the collar turned neatly, the buttons were not buttoned carefully, and it didn't open endlessly. Simple navy blue suits him very well. It is low-key gorgeous, classical style and noble spirit of publicity. I am a lecherous, such a handsome man, I have no desire to play tricks on him as soon as I see him. His beauty is very evocative and will make people become Buddhas immediately. I looked back, and the other girls stretched out their necks one by one and stared at the new handsome boy. I really seem to have seen this man somewhere. Where is it?

"My name is Lin, and I am your new Chinese teacher." He gently blew the chalk dust off the platform and put down the book. His movements are clean and neat. "In fact, in my opinion, there is nothing to learn about Chinese, but it is a kind of self-accumulation. So, instead of learning Chinese with me, you accumulate it with me. I am not a teacher, just a leader. "

The students below looked at each other. Compared with Wu Yong, this man is simply climbing on the ground. This voice reminds me of Koyasu Takehito's voice, which is almost magnetic and makes you listen to him involuntarily.

"I hope everyone can fall in love with Chinese, but after listening to my class, you don't have to be nervous every minute. After all, literature is a very relaxing thing, just like tea. " He spoke slowly and suddenly smiled cunningly. "I heard that you have Mrs Zhuge in your class. who is it? I want to see it. "

There was obscene laughter from below, and everyone looked at me, so I stood up. "It's me, Gusu, 1, the representative of Chinese class."

"Well," he sang faintly, "you are much more beautiful than the legendary Mrs. Huang, and you look just as smart." He looked at me warmly, which made me a little nervous. The sporadic laughter below is louder. "Later, listen to my class depends on you. As I said before, I have read your grades and articles. You are a child who can accumulate by yourself. If everyone can accumulate on their own, then I am a redundant teacher. However, if you believe that the teacher can make your Chinese icing on the cake, he is personable, clear-headed and polite, I can't play pranks in front of him at all.

Where on earth have I seen this forest? Why is my heart cramping now?

Suddenly, a shadow came into the classroom like the wind. Before I could see it clearly, I was covered with my mouth and strangled.

I was frightened, and my body kept struggling and twisting, but I was caught tightly. Only then can I see clearly that the hand holding my neck is covered with dripping blood. The girls screamed and lost their voices. The classroom was a mess, the chairs were knocked over and some timid boys rushed out. A foul smell went straight to my nose. "I killed someone, I killed my wife, and the police are chasing me." The guy who tied me laughed wildly and turned to Lin. "damn it! You are a teacher, aren't you? You tell those cops to stop chasing me. If you chase me again, I will kill this little girl! "

Lin took two steps forward. His expression was serious and tense. It came too suddenly, but he didn't panic. "You, let the child go, and I will be your hostage."

"You can't lie to me. Your teacher is the most cunning. You are big and strong. Besides, who are you, a broken teacher, who cares about your life? " The murderer stared at me with bloodshot eyes, which made me shudder.

"I am a teacher, but I am also the principal. It's better for you to kidnap a school principal than an ordinary student. Besides, at your age, you must have your own children. How naive this girl is. Shall I exchange with her? " Lin took two steps forward again. He really has summoning power, and his voice is gentle and calm.

There is a warmth in the killer's eyes. Maybe he has a child as old as me at home. His hand loosened slightly and tightened again. "Say, is he the headmaster?" He turned to Wu Na, who was shaking. Wu Na said bluntly, "Yes, yes, it's the principal." The murderer looked at Mr. Lin suspiciously and then at me. I made a delicate and touching expression on purpose. I have a pair of bright eyes like water crystals, which is enough to impress any heart of stone. "Well, then come and change this girl." The killer's tone is still fierce. Teacher Lin smiled. He can even smile at such times. He held out his hand to me. "Gusu, come here." Give your other hand to the murderer. The finger that strangled me was released and the murderer pushed me out. A swoop strangled Mr. Lin's neck. Lin looked particularly thin, stuck in a bear-like body and completely unable to move. I suddenly panicked and burst into tears. After so many years, I hardly cried, but at this moment I almost burst into tears, no! I can't let miss Lin die. It's all my fault. If I don't get rid of Wu Yong, it is the vulgar fat man who is kidnapped now, not Lin. My cold and aloof psychology, which was formed by my father's beating and scolding since I was a child, suddenly collapsed. Isn't that what I've been longing for? I grabbed the chalk box and threw it at the murderer's head with all my strength, and blood gushed out. Then, my abdomen tightened and I felt a sharp pain like electricity. I reached out and touched it, and my fingers were red and bleeding. "Hum, how dare you come in the dark, damn it!" The murderer covered his forehead and cursed, and Mr. Lin quickly pulled himself free. The killer didn't want to. He took two steps forward and the kitchen knife came at me again. Mr. Lin covered me with his arm, blocked my body and fell flat, hitting me right in the heart. When the murderer saw that he had killed another person, he rushed to the road and jumped out of the classroom window.

I can't open my eyes and feel dizzy. I heard the "beep" of the ambulance. I saw Mr. Lin's pale lips squeeze out the last smile at me. I smiled at him, moved my mouth and said, "I'm sorry, teacher." Then I fainted in pain and didn't know anything.

"I'm sorry." This is the last sentence I left to the world that broke me down.