我和老王

老王，女，我初中三年的数学老师。初一开学的第一天，是我俩第一次见面……

第一节数学课，只见一位50多岁摸样的微胖女性，上身穿着八九十年代经典的三排扣灰色西装，下身配同色系裤子，烫着一头当时时兴的狮子头大卷，缓缓的走上了讲台。看到她的第一眼，我的心里略有些失望：年轻漂亮的女老师总归是更受孩子们欢迎的，这刻在基因里的天性，是与生俱来的。虽然在以后几十年的成长中领悟到，良好的气质和内涵才是人终其一生的底气，红颜也多薄命，但孩子毕竟是孩子，只喜欢一切好看的。那天，当她操着不知道那个地方的并不标准的普通话开始自我介绍的时候，让我本身就很少的耐心也很快的被消耗殆尽了。至于她是哪里人以及其他个人信息，完全不记得了，总之她的普通话我听不懂，这也成为了后来我上课走神不能专注的最有力的理由，爸妈也无可奈何。倒是她那突出的大门牙，引起了我的注意以及兴趣，即使过了几十年，仍然活灵活现。她独有的外貌特征，似曾相识，我却绞尽脑汁也想不起在哪见过，直到下学回到家，打开我最喜欢的捷克动画片“鼹鼠的故事”，突然灵光乍现，对上了号。自此，她有了唯一得一个外号，鼹鼠。天真的我像发现了新大陆一样第二天就广而告之班里几个要好的女生，后果可想而知，甚至一年后，还是会因为给老王起外号，被班主任当着全班不点名的批评了我。现在想想，老王肯定是有所耳闻我给他起的这个外号的，但她似乎跟没事发生一样，一如既往的看到我就笑开了花，本来就不大的眼睛瞬间眯成了一条缝，反而弄得我很不好意思，有一段时间都不敢看她。

远离了不快乐甚至有些压抑的小学，上了初中的我跟满血复活一样暗下决心，要好好学习天天向上，绝不自由散漫，也要少玩和少看电视，要做个合格的“共产主义接班人”。但也许是基因里多动症的影响导致我无法专注，一节课不过20分钟，思想就开始随着秋天里的柳絮随风起舞，一会儿想着武侠小说里的大侠们神乎其神的武功，梦想着也能拥有一样的能力，做个女英雄，替天行道。一会儿又向往着着“三毛”（一个作家）在书中记述的撒哈拉沙漠中自由自在的生活……而这一切居然都没有逃过老王的火眼金睛。老王真是个老道且视力极佳的人，站在讲台上居高临下一览无余，我游离且呆木的神情被她尽收眼底。接下来无一例外的，老王总是在我的思绪游离在外的时候，准时点名让我回答问题，或上黑板答题。好在我的大脑具备了快速地切换能力，每答必对，（感谢父母的基因）渐渐的老王那紧张的神经也慢慢的放松了下来。现在想想，心思缜密的老王是用回答问题的方式让我专心听讲，并且检查一下我是否耽误了学习。我只能感叹：姜还是老的辣啊。至今我仍然感激她这种智慧的做法，给我留足了面子。然而这样的提醒并没有改善我的“注意力缺陷”症状，却让我更加相信：即使不听讲，也能学得会。这样的想法在之后的几次年级大考以及期中期末考试中得到了验证，自此我和老王之间似乎形成了某种默契，上课的时候，我依然天马行空的任凭思想翻腾跳跃着，她也一如既往的每节课必点名提问，循环往复着。而每次我答题正确的时候，她就会露出那大大的门牙，毫不掩饰对我的欣赏以及偏爱，并借机对我一阵猛夸，让我觉得小题大做，很是不好意思。就这样在不知不觉中相安无事的度过了大半个学期。然而世间没有常胜的将军，自我感觉良好加上老王毫不吝啬的夸奖助长了我的骄傲。人一骄傲，准翻车，老天一定会狠狠的教训你一下，不管什么年龄。年少不更事的我又怎能逃过人生这重要的功课，虽然没有摔的满身是泥，但也是记忆颇深。那是老王第一次很严厉的批评我，看的出来她是真的生气了。

祸从口出这话是绝对的至理名言，童叟无欺的。如果不能真正领悟其中的道理，就会被自己的口无遮拦打的落花流水。半个学期后的一次全年级月考，女生们又扎堆在谈论着各自的紧张，一个女生一扭头，对着我说：你总是最高分，也不给我们留个机会，这次让让我们吧？我脱口而出，我也想考了60多分啊，也想知道60多分什么感觉。没想到就这一句玩笑话，真的招来了现世报。几天后，上课发考卷，87分，呆呆的看着考卷的我，心里已经没有了之前的傲慢，半晌没缓过神儿来，像蔫了的黄瓜，软塌塌的靠在椅背上，不想说话，自己跟自己生闷气，同桌的同学跟我说话，我也懒得理睬。后来好朋友告诉我，我的脸拉的很长，一看就是不高兴了。前半节课老王复盘考卷，我一句都没听见去。可能是心虚吧，那天觉得老王格外的严厉，一点没了鼹鼠的可爱，倒像是慈禧老佛爷，随时兴师问罪。终于挨到了“改错题”环节，我马上爬在桌上，用铅笔盒盖住了试卷上的成绩，埋头装作认真改错。余光里只见老王把手里的粉笔放到黑板槽里，弹了弹手上的粉笔灰，径直地走下了讲台，我的心跳加速，直觉告诉我，躲不过去了。此刻教室里格外的安静，铅笔横七竖八的把卷子蹂躏的面目全非，老王也慢悠悠的径直走到了我的书桌旁，她似乎一眼就看穿了我的小心思，伸手挪开了试图掩盖成绩的铅笔盒，此时的我大气不敢出，把头埋得更低了，紧张的气氛迅速扩张，我的心也提到了嗓子眼儿。紧接着她那尖锐又干脆的声音划过安静凝结的空气，霎时间充斥了整个教室，像疾风暴雨一般，从没见过她如此大声，看来该来的还是要来的，躲也躲不过……不知道为什么，当她很严厉的批评我的时候，我的心却渐渐的平静了下来，虽然不是故意考的87分，但也给我敲响了警钟，也同时在老王严肃的批评中体会到了她对我的期待与要求。老王让我回家好好总结经验，下不为例，问我听到没有，我垂着头依然不敢看她，小声的嗯了一下作为回应。课后，一群和我一样简单又有点冒着傻气的女同学们蜂拥围到了我的桌前，许是看到老王如此凶的批评我，怕我难受，过来安慰我，甚至批判着老王的苛刻，然而他们不知道的是，此时的我心里早就没了马失前蹄的难过，已然非常平静，也很感激老王对我的用心。既然下不为例，那就遵守诺言吧。在后面两年多的初中，我信守了我的承诺，从未食言过。

第二次也是最后一次老王对我严厉的批评，发生在不久之后，而这次并不是因为成绩考的不理想，而是因为我贪玩的心。

第一学期的期中考试，我和班里另一个女生数学都考了满分，其他的班级每个班一个满分。这本是应该高兴的事情，然而年纪尚小的我好了伤疤忘了疼，依然忘我的走神和贪玩，甚至觉得这样就够了，不需要再提高。过了没几天的一次数学课上，老王突然宣布年级要开办数学提高班，鼓励期中考试90分以上的同学参加，一学期五块钱学费，自愿报名。课后，一帮女同学围在一起讨论报名参加的事情，主动说帮我把我的名字填写上去，我马上说我不参加。那个同样考了满分的女生很是诧异的问“为什么？你不怕老王批评你吗?”“为什么要批评我？她自己说的，自愿参加的呀？”贪玩的我践行着知足常乐的人生理念，找到空子就钻，而且是理由充分的堂而皇之的。女同学留下了一句“你就等着老王批评你吧”, 就转身跑去办公室交提高班的报名名单，当然，我的名字不在上面。“我还要回家看动画片，占台子打乒乓呢。”我心里想着，但仍然侥幸的觉得老王不会发现，我会混过去的。更何况5块钱我可以买我喜欢的杂志和零食，提高班能有多大用处呢？想到这，下学后，我带着期盼和放飞的心，飞奔回家。叫了邻居家的朋友，跑出去打乒乓，直等到天黑得看不到了才流着一身汗回了家。傍晚，妹妹回家，第一句话就是：“你明天要挨批评了！”我一脸懵的问为什么，谁批评我？妹妹才把来龙去脉告诉了我。原来好心的数学老师们，在当天的提高班上表彰了全年级期中考满分的同学，奖品笔记本一个，挨个叫名字上台领奖，到我这，叫了我名字好几次，也不见人。好心的同班同学想帮我代领，却被提高班的老师拒绝了。“那奖励我的笔记本怎么办？”此时的我仍然想着免费的奖励，全然没有预见到将要到来的风雨，妹妹答说“提高班老师会交给你的数学老师老王。”完了，我心里咯噔一下，怎么办？简单幼稚的我，满脑子想的都是如何躲过去，并且拿到笔记本。想着要不第二天溜进办公室，趁老师们不注意偷偷拿走笔记本，或者让数学课代表帮我去办公室要来？显然在我心里，笔记本更加的重要。小孩子就喜欢奖励。我告诉了爸爸我的想法，也心虚的问爸爸，我不会挨批评吧？爸爸也是理科生的思维方式，缜密的逻辑性让爸爸得出了一个结论：你没有错，本来就是自愿参加，你不想参加就可以不参加。我的心顿时得到了安慰，更觉得我没错。然而第二天早上，胆小的我害怕的想假装生病不去上学，甚至让爸爸去学校帮我请假并且把笔记本帮我拿回来。爸爸安慰着我说“没关系的，就这点小事不至于躲着”，妈妈不知道发生了什么，只是催我“干嘛装病不上学，快点去，别迟到了” 我只好背起书包去上学，本来只有10分钟的路程，我却磨蹭着听到上课铃响了第一遍后，才跑进了校园……

数学课的上课铃响了后，老王依旧迈了慈禧老佛爷般慢悠悠的步伐上了讲台，虽然很紧张和忐忑，我的双眼从她进教室的那一刻，就一直盯着她胳膊下夹着的一摞书本，想看看哪个是给我的笔记本。“也许会等下课后把笔记本给我吧。”我心里盘算着。前半节课老王没有任何的异样表现，照常上课，让我心里紧绷的弦开始放松。没成想，事情并非像我想象的那样就这样平淡的过去了，原来老王是等着教完了新的内容再来收拾我，而我也没能幸免的又一次成为了显眼包。她就是这样，奖罚分明，喜欢与生气都会直接表达出来，从来不遮遮掩掩的。上半节课还是和颜悦色，下半节课一百八十度大转弯。

下半节课，做练习题开始了。大家都趴在桌上，不管会做还是不会做，都伏案疾书，装作很认真的样子，教室里安静的连打开铅笔盒的声音都变成了噪声。就在此时，我微微抬起头看到老王拿着一个厚实的笔记本向我的座位走来，我本能的马上低下了头…..她走到我的身边，挪了挪我书桌上的书本，然后放下了我心心念念的笔记本，很平静的说着笔记本的来由（我早已知道），但当我刚觉得危险解除，想抬起眼的时候，她突然语调调高8度，尖锐的声音穿破整个教室，距离远一些的同学被吓得向我的方向转过头来，身边的同学都把头埋得更低，不敢出声。我伸出去要拿笔记本的手立马缩了回来…….脑子里一片空白，她之后情绪激动的说了什么我已经不记得了，总之就是很生气，说我逃课，贪玩之类的。一阵疾风暴雨的输出后，老王很严肃的通知我，她已经把我的名字添加到提高班的名单中了，我说我今天没带钱，她说“我帮你交了，从下个星期开始你必须去上课,不许逃课，否则叫你父母到学校来。“ 我只能保持沉默，回家跟爸爸要了钱，第二周开始去上课，小小年纪的我，怎么能和比我父母年龄还大的老师抗衡呢？我也没那个胆量，何况妈妈听了还高兴得不得了，省的我每天放学在外面疯玩到天黑，我只能暂时屈服了……

Lao Wang, a female, was my math teacher for three years in junior high school. On the first day of the first grade, it was the first time we met...

The first math class, I saw a middle-aged woman with a round face and a little bit of weight, wearing a classic three-row buttoned gray suit from the 1980s or 1990s, with the same color pants, and a big curly hair style popular at the time. She slowly walked up to the podium. The first glance at her made me slightly disappointed: Young and beautiful female teachers are generally more popular with children, this is an inherent trait that is born with us. Although I learned in the following decades that good manners and inner beauty are the lifelong confidence of a person, beautiful women often have a short life, but children are still children, they only like everything that is beautiful. That day, when she introduced herself in her non-standard Mandarin from an unknown place, my already limited patience was quickly exhausted. I don't remember where she was from or other personal information. Her Mandarin was incomprehensible to me, which became the most powerful reason for me to be absent-minded in class and not concentrate, and my parents were helpless. However, her prominent front teeth caught my attention and interest, they are still vivid after decades. Her unique physical features were so familiar that I racked my brain trying to remember where I had seen her before, but to no avail. It wasn't until I got home from school and turned on my favorite Czech cartoon "The Mole," that the light bulb went off and I realized where I had seen her before. From that point on, she had the unique nickname of "Mole." Naive as I was, I excitedly told my closest girlfriends in class the next day, with predictable consequences. Even a year later, I was still criticized by the teacher in front of the whole class forgiving Old Wang a nickname, without being named. Now that I think about it, Ms. Wang must have heard about the nickname I had given her, but she seemed to have no reaction, just as cheerful as ever when she saw me, her tiny eyes narrowing into a slit as she smiled, which actually made me feel embarrassed and awkward, so I avoided looking at her for a while.

Leaving the unhappy and somewhat depressing elementary school behind, I felt rejuvenated when I started junior high school, vowing to study hard and make progress every day, and to be disciplined and less playful, and to be a qualified "heir to the communist cause." But perhaps it was the hyperactivity gene that made me unable to concentrate. Only after 20minutes sitting in the class, my thoughts start to wander like the willow catkins in the autumn breeze. I think about the supernatural martial arts skills of the heroes in knights-errant novels, dreaming of having the same ability and becoming a female hero who upholds justice. Other times I yearn for the free and carefree life in the Sahara Desert described by the writer Sanmao(a pen name) in her books... But all of this was noticed by Ms. Wang, who was an experienced and sharp-eyed teacher. Standing on the podium， she had a panoramic view, and my wandering and dull expression were all in her eyes. Without exception, Ms. Wang always called my name on the spot when my thoughts wandered, asking me to answer questions or go to the blackboard to answer them. Fortunately, my brain was capable of quickly switching gears, and I answered every question correctly (thanks to my parents' genes). Gradually, Ms. Wang's tense nerves also relaxed. When I think back, wise Ms. Wang used answering questions to keep me focused on the lesson and check whether I had fallen behind in my studies. I can only marvel "Wow, the old one is really sly!" To this day, I still appreciate her wise approach, which gave me enough face-saving. However, such reminders did not improve my "attention deficit" symptoms, but instead made me more convinced that I could learn even without paying attention in class. This idea was later proven true in several grade-level exams and midterm/final exams, and from then on, there seemed to be a certain understanding between me and Ms.Wang. During class, I would let my thoughts run wild, while she would continue to call on me every class, repeating the cycle over and over again. Whenever I answered a question correctly, she would reveal her large front teeth and show no hesitation in expressing her admiration and preference for me, taking the opportunity to praise me excessively, which made me feel that it was a big deal and I was quite embarrassed. In this way, we managed to get along peacefully for most of the time without any major incidents. However, there is no invincible general in the world, and my self-satisfaction, coupled with Ms.Wang's unreserved praise, fueled my pride. As soon as a person becomes arrogant, disaster is bound to strike, and the heavens will definitely give you a severe lesson, no matter what age you are. How could the naive and uninformed me escape from this important life lesson? Although I did not fall flat on my face, the memory was quite vivid. That was the first time that Ms. Wang gave me a very stern reprimand, and it was obvious that she was genuinely angry.

The saying "trouble from the mouth" is an absolute truth that applies to both children and adults. If you don't truly understand the underlying principles, you will be beaten by your own careless words. During a mid-semester examination for the whole grade, the girls were gathered together, chatting about their nervousness. One girl turned her head and said to me, "You always get the highest score. Why don't you give us a chance this time?" I blurted out, "I am ok to get a score of only 60. I want to know what it feels like to get a score of only 60." I never thought that this joke would actually bring me a karmic retribution. A few days later, during class, the teacher distributed the exam papers. I got a score of 87.Staring blankly at the exam paper, I had no more arrogance in my heart. I couldn't collect my thoughts for a long time, like a wilted gourd, I slumped against the back of the chair, unwilling to speak, angry with myself. When my classmate tried to talk to me, I didn't want to listen. Later, my good friend told me that my face was very long and that I looked unhappy. For the first half of the class, Ms. Wang reviewed the exam paper. I didn't hear a word. Maybe I was feeling guilty. That day, I felt that Ms. Wang was especially strict, and there was no trace of the mole rat's cuteness. Instead, he looked like the Old Dowager Empress, ready to punish me at any moment. Finally, we came to the "correction exercise" section. I immediately crawled on the table, covered the score on the exam paper with a pencil box, and buried my head to pretend to correct the mistakes seriously. In the periphery of my vision, I saw Ms. Wang put the chalk in the chalk tray on the blackboard, shake off the chalk dust on her hand, then walk straight off the platform. My heart raced as my instinct told me that I couldn't escape it. The classroom was unusually quiet at the moment, with pencils lying all over the place, crumpling the test papers beyond recognition. Ms. Wang also strolled over to my desk at a leisurely pace, as if she could see through my little tricks. She reached out and moved the pencil box that I had tried to use to hide my grades. At this point, I dared not breathe a word, burying my head even lower. The tense atmosphere quickly spread, and my heart was in my throat. Then, her sharp and decisive voice cut through the still air, filling the entire classroom in an instant, like a sudden storm. I had never seen her speak so loudly before. Apparently, what was to come was unavoidable, no matter how hard I tried to escape it. For some reason, as she severely criticized me, my heart gradually calmed down. Although it was not intentional to get a grade of 87, it did ring a warning bell for me. At the same time, I also experienced Mr. Wang's expectations and requirements in her serious criticism. She told me to go home and reflect on my experience, promising not to happen again, and asked if I heard her. I hung my head and dared not look at her, merely nodding in a small voice as an answer. After class, a group of female classmates who were just as simple and a bit naive as me flocked to my desk. Perhaps they saw Ms. Wang being so harsh with me and were afraid I would feel bad, so they came to comfort me and even criticized Ms.Wang's strictness. However, what they didn't know was that at that moment, my heart had already calmed down and I was very grateful for Ms. Wang's care. Since it was a one-time thing, I would keep my promise. In the two and a half years of middle school, I kept my promise and never broke it.

The second and last time Ms. Wang was strict with me, happened not long after that, but this time it wasn't because of poor tests cores.

The first semester midterm exam, my math score was full along with that of another girl in our class, and there was only one full score in each other class. This should have been a happy thing, but the young and forgetful me didn't learn from my previous mistake and continued to day dreamand play carelessly, even thinking that it was enough and no need to improve further. A few days later, during a math class, Ms. Wang suddenly announced that the school was going to start a math advanced class, encouraging students who scored 90 or above in the midterm exam to join. The tuition was five yuan for the entire semester, and students could sign up voluntarily. After class, a group of female classmates gathered together to discuss signing up, and they offered to put my name on the list. I immediately said that I wouldn't participate. The girl who had also gotten full score was surprised and asked, "Why not? Don't you fear Ms. Wang's criticism?" "Why should she criticize me? She said it was voluntary," I replied, following my philosophy of being content with what I have and finding any excuse to play. The girls left with a comment of "You'll have to wait for Ms. Wang's criticism," and went to the office to submit the list for the advanced class, of course, my name was not on it. "I'll go home to watch cartoons and play table tennis," I thought, but I still had a slim chance of getting away with it, thinking that Ms. Wang wouldn't notice. Besides, 5 yuan could buy my favorite magazines and snacks, and what good could the advanced class do? Thinking about this, I left school with anticipation and a carefree mind, running home. I called my neighbor's friend and went out to play table tennis, waiting until it was too dark to see anything. I returned home, dripping with sweat. In the evening, my sister came home and said, "You're going to get criticized tomorrow!" I was confused and asked who would criticize me. My sister told me the whole story. The kind math teachers who taught the advanced class that day honored the students who got full marks on the midterm exam of the whole grade, with a notebook as a prize. They called each student's name in turn to come up on stage to receive the award. When they called my name several times, I didn't appear. A kind classmate wanted to help me claim the prize, but the advanced class teacher refused. "What about the notebook awarded to me?" At that moment, I was still thinking about the free reward and had no idea of the storm that was about to come. My sister answered, "The advanced class teacher will give it to your math teacher, Ms.Wang." Ugh, my heart sank. What should I do? My simple and naive mind was filled with thoughts of how to avoid the situation and get the notebook. I thought maybe I could sneak into the office the next day while the teachers weren't paying attention and take the notebook away, or maybe ask the math class representative to go to the office and get it for me? Clearly, the notebook was more important to me, a child who loves rewards. I told my father about my idea, and nervously asked him if I would get in trouble. My father, with his logical thinking as a science major, came to a conclusion: “You did nothing wrong. You voluntarily participated in the enrichment class, so you didn't have to attend.” My heart felt relieved, and I felt that I hadn't done anything wrong. However, the next morning, the cowardly I was so scared that I wanted to pretend to be sick and not go to school. I even wanted my father to go to school to ask for my absence and bring back my notebook. My father comforted me and said, "It's okay. It's just a small thing that doesn't warrant hiding." My mother didn't know what had happened and just urged me, "Why are you pretending to be sick and not going to school? Hurry up and go, don't be late." I had no choice but to pack my backpack and go to school. The 10-minute walk seemed to take forever, and I dawdled until the first bell rang before running into the campus...

The bell for math class rang, and Ms. Wang, as slow and leisurely as the Empress Dowager Cixi, stepped onto the stage as usual. Although I was nervous and uneasy, my eyes never left the stack of books under her arm, trying to see which one was my notebook. "Maybe she'll give it tome after class," I thought. For the first half of the class, Ms. Wang acted normally and taught as usual, which made the tight string in my heart begin to relax. However, things were not as smooth as I thought. It turned out that Ms. Wang was waiting to punish me after teaching the new content. And I, unfortunately, became the center of attention again. That's how she is - clear about rewards and punishments, and she expresses her likes and dislikes directly, never hiding them. The first half of the class was pleasant, but the second half took a U-turn. The practice session began in the second half of the class. Everyone leaned over their desks, whether they could do the exercises or not, and scribbled away, pretending to be very serious. The class was so quiet that even the sound of opening a pencil box became noise. Just then, I raised my head slightly to see Ms. Wang approaching my desk with a thick notebook in hand. I instinctively lowered my head... ...... She came up to me, moved my books on my desk, and then set down the notebook I had been longing for, speaking calmly about its origins (which I already knew). But just as I thought the danger had passed and was about to lift my eyes, she suddenly raised her voice by eight degrees, and her sharp voice pierced the entire classroom, startling students further away who turned towards my direction. My classmates near me lowered their heads even more, afraid to make a sound. I immediately withdrew my hand that was reaching for the notebook... My mind went blank, and I no longer remember what she said in her angry outburst, which included accusations of truancy and playfulness. After a storm of criticism, Teacher Wang seriously informed me that she had added my name to the list for the advanced class, and when I said I didn't bring the money today, she replied, "I paid for it. You must start attending classes from next week, and you are not allowed to skip class. Otherwise, I will call your parents to the school." I could only remain silent and ask my father for the money. From the following week, I started attending the class, and at such a young age, how could I possibly resist a teacher who was older than my parents? I didn't have the courage, and my mother was delighted, as it meant I wouldn't be wandering around outside until dark after school. I had no choice but to temporarily submit.

Translation through Youdao "AI translation"