My favorite teacher is the history teacher, 30

The age of the first love, so envious.

I also like history teachers.

Since I first entered junior high school, I have been with most of my teachers for almost a year. I liked a few of them, but my favorite was our history teacher.

The history teacher has a very interesting name--- Wu Di. Homophony"Invincibility. I remember the whole class laughing when he said the name. But he didn't get angry, just smiled faintly.

The history teacher has a very good temper, and every time he goes to class, even if the class is noisy and noisy, he will not beat and scold people like other teachers. Only when we go too far, do we roar symbolically"A few sounds, but nothing"Lethality"。

I don't know where the history teacher's hometown is, but sometimes I wonder if the history teacher's hometown is in Jiangnan? Because people who grew up in Jiangnan are like the rain in Jiangnan, delicate and delicate, stable and introverted. And in my heart, the history teacher is also like the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, calm, serene, rich and delicate.

The popularity of the history teacher seems to be very good. Every time he passed by his office, he could see more or less students around him, and he would not be impatient, and he would smile every time. Sometimes, Li Zhirou would also go to the office to chat with him, and I would listen to them chattering next to me.

I remember one time, Li Zhirou smiled sly and asked him, "Teacher, do you have a girlfriend?" I couldn't help but laugh next to me, thinking that the question was too direct.

However, it seemed like the first time I had seen the history teacher shy, and he smiled awkwardly, coughed a few times, and didn't say anything. Li Zhirou saw that the goal was achieved, and he didn't say anything more, and pulled me away. As I stepped out of the office, I turned my head to look at my history teacher, who wasn't angry at the question.

Just smiled helplessly.

The first time I took the history exam. We all did very poorly. Although he didn't say anything, or even criticize anyone, I just felt inexplicably uneasy in my heart, and I felt very sorry for him.

So I tried my best to learn history well. I passed the history exam the second time, and I got an excellent rate in the history exam the third time. However, no matter how hard I tried, I still didn't improve as much as others.

All I can do is move forward little by little. Actually, I'm still not sure, the history teacher can't remember my name, but I think: as long as I am good enough, my history grades can be top-notch, and I will no longer be the existence of others.

He should remember such a person, right?

The reason I like history teachers is pure. I felt like a big brother and a presence that students could reach. Instead of being like other teachers, I don't dare to approach with that kind of unangry and arrogant momentum.

Actually, I have a small wish, I hope that the history teacher can always laugh. I don't want her to go from a warm big brother to a cold teacher!