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My teacher suddenly turned red and waved at me with his index finger. I had just reached the wooden platform, and he immediately stood up. The chair was firmly pressed against the podium with a long “ke… eh” sound. I crossed my arms and waited, not understanding why I was called. Because it was almost time for school to end, all we had to do was listen and read the scores of each person’s weekly exams. My teacher jumped to the ground, jerked my chin up, eyes wide and bright. My teacher’s face turned pale. The teacher’s eyes were like two marbles reflecting the waves. The chin is spread out and thrust forward like the blade of a shovel. I backed up behind the turntable, then sat down. Sprinkle! The ruler that was thrown over my head shot up to the ceiling. My teacher hissed at a sound. One foot brought the heel of the shoe up to my spine. But I was already lying on the ground, cowering.