Not every professional teacher is as kind as "soy sauce" as Teacher Lu! The one who really hurts our heads the most is a teacher named Zhu Guihua nicknamed "A Gui". He started teaching us what metal zodiac and hardware sheet metal courses we entered the professional course learning stage, and it looked like a third grade in the technical secondary school. This guy is not tall and has a big and flat face. Each part looks so fine and standardized. Of course, there is no three-dimensional feeling at all, so the whole face is flat and the flat feel is really strong. It is in line with his immature physique, but it is tall with a big head with an extremely mature development, which looks a little abrupt and inconsistent. In addition, he always looks serious when he was in class, and his expression is always a little laughing.

Each of us is afraid of him, why are we afraid? He treats classmates who are walking away in class and sleeping, but it is not just a shouting. It is so simple. He found that if you are sleeping, he will slowly rush from the podium. Naturally, he walked to you without knowing it, and then jumped up and smashed two "Ding Gong" according to your head, and bent all your fingers into a fist to knock on your head. Of course, it will make you small.

The dragon man is like a "horn on his head". Because he is not tall, he usually knocks Ding Gong first, and then wakes up and returns to his senses. Then he asks you to stand up and listen to the class or stands in the back of the classroom to listen to the class. Everyone gave him a nickname "Yin Death Ghost (Gui). The "martial arts fan" in our class who is not distinguished from day and night. Hey... Poor old cow, you can still see the old man stroking his head after class. It's a headache to think about it.

He is different from "Soy Sauce" Lu. He never comes late and only arrives in the classroom early in advance. So as long as he is taking his class, everyone will hide behind and observe from afar. When he sees him coming, he will remind other students, "Agui Lailat, Agui Lailat". Usually, he shouts twice in a row, with trembling and fear in it. By the way, he teaches us metal zodiacology and hardware sheet metal classes. Metal zodiacology is not our rooster, dog, etc., but what is there... Alas, I won't say it, my head is a little swollen.

That damn hardware and sheet metal class is also a headache. In fact, everyone sends a piece of iron to give you a file, a vernier caliper and what to fix. You have to slowly file the iron to a standardized horn according to the size. In a few days, there were several blood bubbles on those little hands. The continuous wailing sounds and screams are definitely one of me... I really want to use that file to file his flat face like a flat plate.

When I was young, I was very good at genes and could always find shortcuts and solutions to problems. While he was not around, I found a rotten wood frame in the corner outside his office, covering something with rotten cattails. I looked around and saw: Wow, it was a treasure. It was actually a horn work made by the last seniors. What a hammer to pull? I quickly turned it back and took a caliper and picked a finished product with a better size than the one sold. I went to the classroom to repair it. At least I had to file the rust spots outside... Who knew that this treasure would be lost in a short time
Chapter completed!