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我们的班主任司徒老师五十多岁,精瘦精瘦,背驼得厉害,像只干虾。他精力不济,老爱闭目养神。有时上课最后十分钟做作业,他就随便找个地方坐下,垂头蓄精养锐,发出低低的鼾声。他对我们又严又不严,你要是考试舞弊,他连卷子都给你撕掉,叫你一分也不得:谁口里要带句“妈×”什么的,他硬是逼你用盐水洗口……可我们打架,他却装没看见。若有人跑去向他告状,说某某某打我,他就问:“你还手没有?”告状者当然说:“没有!我没还手。”“你为什么不还手?”
Our class teacher, Stuart, is in his fifties, lean and lean, with beautiful backs, like a dried shrimp. His poor energy, old love repose. Sometimes the last ten minutes of class homework, he would just sit down to find a place, down sharp stocking sharp, issued a low snoring. He is strict with us, and if you have any problems with your examinations, he will tear you away from the test paper and will not get you any points: Who should say “Mom ×” in his mouth and he just forcibly uses you Saltwater wash ... But we fight, but he did not see it. If someone ran to him to complain that some so-and-so hit me, he asked: “You fight back? ” The complainant of course, said: “No! I did not fight back.” “Why do not you fight back?” "