“木子,这么简单的问题都回答不上来,你真是笨死了!”课堂上顿时响起一片哄笑声。那哄笑声,如芒在背,刺得我心在流血。那个齐耳短发的女老师一脸轻蔑地望着我,我感到她就像童话故事里那个老妖婆,变得面目可憎,诡计多端。我不知道那个女老师是第几次说我笨死了,只是每说一次,我仅存的一点点自信心也消失了。说多了,我好像也默认了自己是笨死了,与别的同学不一样,我的脑袋里像糊了糨糊,一点也不开窍。 “Muzi, so simple questions are not answered, you are really stupid! ” Classroom suddenly sounded a laughter. That laughter, such as Mount back, stab my heart bleeding. The blue-eyed female teacher looked at me contemptuously, and I felt that she was like the old witch in the fairy tale, so repulsive and crafty. I do not know how many times that female teacher said I was stupid, but each time I said, I only a little bit of self-confidence disappeared. Said much, I seem to default to himself is stupid dead, and other students are not the same, my head like a paste paste, is not at all resuscitation.