Wan Li went directly to the principal's office to ask for leave.
The principal called the dean, and as soon as the dean heard Chujiu's name, he began to look unnatural.
This semester, the ninth grade class has a new young English teacher who has just graduated.
In the first class of school, Chujiu was caught sleeping in the classroom by the teacher. The teacher pointed at the phrases on the blackboard and asked Chujiu to translate.
When Chujiu stood up, the girls next to him began to cover their mouths and snicker.
All classes listen to the ninth grade with great interest, but only in the English class they start to feel sleepy and fall asleep. This is something that the whole class knows.
Even in the boring and difficult advanced mathematics and the teacher's question and answer session, I was always able to answer the questions correctly in the ninth grade.
"Students from the ninth grade of junior high school, please think twice before translating."
Staring at the blackboard and looking left and right, Chujiu, who had a big head, began to ask for help from his deskmate, who carefully turned the English textbook to this page.
"Jiujiu classmate, can't you hear me? Please translate this sentence immediately, otherwise you will be punished by having your credits deducted. Your behavior of sleeping in class is extremely bad!"
"one/two/three/go!"
Seeing that the teacher was about to get angry, Chujiu blurted out this based on his own understanding and his English proficiency, which he had failed in the college entrance examination and was not even close to passing standards.
The classroom instantly became silent. The young English teacher stared at Chujiu dumbfounded, a drop of cold sweat seeping from his forehead, and then the classroom burst into laughter.
"Four generations live together, please continue to translate."
The young teacher suppressed the anger in his heart, tried his best to maintain a teacher-like tone, and continued to ask.
"family4.0."
After Chujiu said this translation, the laughter in the classroom became even louder. Most of the male students gave a thumbs up to Chujiu and whispered that it was so insightful.
"Junior student, can you tell me what four o'clock means?"
The English teacher frowned. Chujiu's answer seemed to be beyond the scope of his knowledge.
"Teacher, 4.0 refers to the fourth generation in online games. I think online game players will definitely understand the Chujiu classmate's translation." The person who answered the teacher was a male student in the front row.
The male classmate also said that he didn't expect his English to be so sublimated by the ninth grade, and it was quite charming. The young teacher yelled, "Shut up."
"Next phrase, poodle, please translate!"
The young teacher put her hand on her forehead and looked unwilling to look at the ninth grader again. It seemed that she still held out hope that the ninth grader could get one of the phrases on the blackboard right.
"vipdog."
The young teacher's fingers trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but break the chalk in her hand into several sections.
"The kindness of a drop of water is repaid by a spring of spring. This sentence is so difficult that I guess you can't translate it."
The young teacher waved his hand helplessly and motioned Chujiu to sit down.
Unexpectedly, Chujiu actually took the initiative to answer, and he could also answer this question. The young teacher was serious and once again had a small flame, maybe this classmate could still be saved.
"you/dida/dida/me,i/huala/huala/you."
The young teacher suddenly smashed the textbook on the podium. At this time, she wished she could sit back in her seat safely.
"Junior student, it's really a waste if you don't serve as our country's translator. You are such a talented person. Teacher has a CET-8 English level. I admire you so much."
The young teacher touched his chest and looked at the remaining phrases on the blackboard. He no longer dared to let Chujiu continue to translate.
The whole classroom was covered in roars of laughter. The young teacher patted the podium with a blackboard eraser to signal everyone to be quiet, and casually nodded to the student next to him in the ninth grade to continue translating.
"You tick me, I splash you."
The classmates next to Chujiu were probably silent in the Chujiu-style English at this time, but for some reason, their brains twitched and they blurted out such a sentence.
"I asked you to translate the kindness of a drop of water and repay it with a spring of spring. I didn't ask you to translate the words of Chujiu! Chujiu! Come to the office with me! Now!"
The young teacher finally broke out, pointed at Chujiu with red eyes and trembling fingers, and shouted heartbreakingly.
Chujiu followed the young teacher and walked to the dean's office.
The young teacher was walking very fast because she was angry and almost twisted her foot. Chujiu kindly reminded her to pay attention to her safety. The young teacher shouted "Shut up" with red eyes, and then she really twisted her foot.
The dean looked at the limping teacher and Chujiu. After understanding the situation, he dug out the report card in the drawer.
Except for English, all other subjects in the ninth grade were within the top three.
The dean decided that this was a good student who was very partial to subjects, and with a little explanation, he might definitely become a pillar of talent.
"Classmate, actually learning English is not difficult at all if you put your mind to it. It has a wide range of uses. Otherwise, how will you communicate with others when you go abroad to play in the future?"
The person who answered the dean was Chujiu, who said seriously, "China is so big, and I may not be able to visit all over China in my life, so why should I go abroad?"
"Then when you meet foreign friends in China and they talk to you, you should always answer in English!"
Chujiu pouted and answered the dean, a foreigner came to China to visit, why didn't he learn Chinese and asked me to learn English to serve him? I, a patriot like me, can't do things like being a dog to foreigners.
"Uh, medicine! Medicine! Medicine!"
The dean suddenly covered his chest, rolled his eyes, and pointed to the drawer of his desk.
The English teacher hurriedly rushed to the drawer, dug out a bottle of Suxiao Jiuxin Pills, and stuffed it into the mouth of the dean.
After a long time, the dean, who had recovered, drank the water in the teacup and told Chujiu with a dark face to follow him to the principal's office.
The dean and English teacher burst into tears and told the principal what had happened. The implication was that when the school holds a teacher-student meeting, criticism must be announced by name.
The chubby, bald principal comforted the dean and English teacher with helpless expressions on their faces.
The other students were okay. In the ninth year of junior high school, he was the student who he had promised to get his diploma without going to class. The most important thing was that they had a backing in the capital and he couldn't afford to offend him.
In the end, the solution given by the principal was that there would be no need to take English classes after the ninth grade.
"Chujiu, you really impressed me this time. I know your English is poor, but you can think of such an innovative word as dog. I'm really impressed by you!"
Wan Li, who told me about the situation from the dean, also laughed and said that he would never be able to surpass the ninth grade in English in this life.
"Guoguo is a VIP, dog is a dog, and together they are a poodle, right?"
What Chujiu said seems to make sense literally.
Wan Li said with a smile that it would be really difficult to understand Chujiu's English without having studied Chinese for twenty years. If he were sent to be a spy, even American experts would probably not be able to decipher Chujiu's English.
"Actually, your Marxist-Leninist teacher is quite interesting."
Seeing that on the ninth day of the lunar month, Wan Li and I were scolding him and he was going crazy. Wan Li was lying on the berth and urgently changed the topic.
The story about old Marxist-Leninist is also quite funny.
The old man Marx had a habit of running in the morning every day. No matter whether it was windy or rainy, he would run along the road in front of his house to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and then run back.
Occasionally, while running in the morning, I met a little Taoist boy wearing Taoist robes, who was talking to passers-by about the magic of Taoism.
Driven by curiosity, the old Marxist-Leninist man stopped and stood aside to listen.
As the Taoist boy talked more and more, the old Marxist-Leninist frowned more and more deeply. It happened that this scene was caught by the Taoist boy.
After the crowd dispersed, the Taoist boy walked up to the old man of Marxism-Leninism and asked him what he said before that he did not agree with.
After half a year of self-study on Feng Shui and the Yijing, when he was at his most energetic, Mr. Marx and Lenin began to correct his own understanding of the Yijing.
"So you are the one I have been waiting for. We have worked so hard waiting for you."
The Taoist boy suddenly grabbed the old man's arm with joy, as if he was afraid that he would escape.
According to the Taoist boy, he was a Taoist boy from a small Taoist temple in a certain mountain. Not long after he became a disciple, his master passed away, leaving only a few incomprehensible books.
After he came down from the mountain, he walked back and forth among this generation, trying to make a fortune according to the instructions left by his master after his death. Sure enough, he met this master, old Marxist-Leninist.
The Taoist boy invited Mr. Marx and Lenin to go to their residence to explain Taoism to several junior disciples who had started more recently.
The old Marxist-Leninist just refused, so Taotong lent him a lecture service fee of 100 yuan an hour and the books left by the lecturer to study. The old Marxist-Leninist agreed to Taotong in a heartbeat.
Little did he know that Tong was so happy at this moment, thinking that his life would be great.
The person in charge of the organization issued a task the day before, asking everyone to find an old man who seemed to be highly virtuous and knowledgeable about Taoism and Dharma.
Someone suggested that they could find a fortune teller under the railway station bridge, but the long-haired man rejected it. This stumped the young Taoists, so they decided to go to a park each, starting with the old man doing morning exercises.
The old Marxist-Leninist man appeared at the Taoist's residence, and the person who received him was Fang Liqun, who played the role of senior brother. Fang Liqun fooled again and made an appointment with the old Marxist-Leninist man on the time and place of the lecture.
In this way, the old Marxist-Leninist man who was regarded as the guest of honor spent a whole day in a daze, narrating three chapters of the "South China Sutra" to this group of poor Taoist boys who had no masters.
The second time I was approached by a Taoist boy, I made an appointment for the lecture in the wealthy businessman's conference room yesterday.
The Taoist boys told Mr. Marx that there were some bosses in the business world who admired him very much, and they hoped that Mr. Marx would honor him by hosting an academic exchange event for everyone.
Because he was facing elites in the business world, Mr. Marx and Lenin spent several days preparing lessons and selected knowledge on topics he thought would be useful in the business world.
Unexpectedly, when I was talking vigorously, I was taken away by plainclothes policemen on suspicion of participating in gang fraud.
"That deputy director is also a good person. For this kind of thing, if you compare your confessions and educate him, he can be released just by signing his name, and you are asked to pretend to be a guarantee."
I recalled that when I was in Deputy Director Ma’s office, he said he would give me a chance to increase my friendship with the old professor.