Days with the homeroom teacher

In my first year of university, right after taking the jurisprudence exam, I heard rumors that I might fail.
Before the results were announced, I brought some gifts to my
jurisprudence She helped me pass. Although I had a different professor for jurisprudence in the second half 　　of the semester 　　, we always got along

very well.

If it weren't for SARS, there would almost never have been any story between us . But
SARS changed everything... ****************

... 　　However, not long after, something unexpected happened. The jurisprudence professor actually volunteered to take on this hot potato, leaving many people bewildered, some even wondering if she'd lost her mind— including us. 　　After she took on the role of class advisor, the school was locked down. The school stipulated that during the lockdown, other teachers could go home, but class advisors had to stay on campus. 　　The class advisors' dormitories were on the top floor of our department's main teaching building. They had originally been small, single-room storage rooms, unused for many years, and were horribly filthy. Since the teaching building belonged to our department, the dormitories were assigned to us for cleaning. 　　Initially, the class advisor dormitories were two-person rooms, but later, as there were enough rooms for all the class advisors, and the teachers preferred single rooms, they became single rooms. After we cleaned them, everyone moved in. 　　During the SARS outbreak, the main responsibilities of the class advisors were to monitor the students' situation during the day, especially when there were no classes. If a student had any abnormal health conditions, they had to report it to the school immediately. In the evenings, they were mainly responsible for organizing and supervising students' self-study sessions, and after the sessions ended, they had to take attendance. 　　Usually, we had three self-study sessions, which ended at 9:30 PM. After roll call, we had to go back to the dorm. 　　Nearly a month into the school lockdown, the epidemic was effectively controlled, and school management became somewhat lax. A few guys in our class couldn't stand being cooped up anymore, so they went out to have some fun. They came back very late, around 10:30 PM, missing roll call. Because it's the homeroom teacher's responsibility system, if someone can't be found, the homeroom teacher is responsible to the end. Fortunately, usually the homeroom teacher is in charge of the class, and school inspectors rarely do roll call. 　　That day, the school inspectors didn't go either; otherwise, the consequences would have been severe. 　　The homeroom teacher waited for them to return. When they finally came back, the homeroom teacher wasn't angry She just told them that if they did it again, she would report it to the school. The guys said they wouldn't dare do it again, and the homeroom teacher didn't hold it against them, just told them to go back to the dorm immediately. 　　Because we had a good relationship before, the homeroom teacher valued me quite a bit. After she took over as homeroom teacher, our class's Youth League secretary was also quarantined due to suspected infection, creating a vacancy in the class officer positions. Without holding an election, she directly appointed me as the acting Youth League secretary, with my term lasting until the original secretary finished their quarantine. 　　During the SARS outbreak, the homeroom teacher was in charge of evening self-study, with class officers taking turns assisting. That day, those guys went out partying, and I happened to be assisting with the class. The homeroom teacher and I waited until 10:30 PM. After those guys went back, I was also preparing to go back to my dormitory. 　　The homeroom teacher said to me, "***, the wiring on the 5th floor of the main teaching building is broken. There are no lights on the 5th and 6th floors, it's very dark. The other teachers have all gone home long ago, it's not good to ask people to come down. Can you take me up?" 　　"Sure, Teacher Yao, it's my duty to take you upstairs." 　　When we got to the 5th floor, it was pitch black. She turned on her flashlight and said, "It's dark, and we can't see very well. Let's hold each other's arms." After saying that, she took my arm and started going upstairs. 　　Fortunately, I have good balance, and with the help of the flashlight, I managed to climb the stairs steadily. When I reached her dormitory door, my task was complete, and I was about to leave when the teacher said, "Thank you. Be careful on your way back; the hallway is too dark. Take the flashlight with you, and be extra careful going downstairs." 　　"Okay!" Then I went back. 　　(II) Unbearable Memories 　　A month after the school lockdown, on a Sunday, the school gave homeroom teachers a day off to go home. 　　At 9 a.m., while I was still dreaming, my homeroom teacher called me, saying she had some things she couldn't carry and asked me to help her carry them downstairs. 　　When I arrived at her dormitory door, she said the other teachers had all gone home and I should go into her dormitory first. 　　After I went in, she said, "I'm sorry, I thought about it and decided not to go back. I'm making you lose your sleep." 　　I said, "It's okay. If you're not carrying anything, then I won't bother you." 　　She said, "What do you mean by bothering me? If you're not carrying anything, can't you even talk to me for a bit?" 　　I didn't respond. 　　She said, "It's okay, just consider it a casual chat between friends." Since 　　she said that, I couldn't refuse. 　　I spoke first, asking her, "Why don't you go back? Other teachers are eagerly waiting, but you seem to prefer living alone." 　　She said, "Going back would just mean being alone anyway." 　　I then asked, "Really? What about your husband and child? How can you be alone?" 　　She said, "My husband is practically nonexistent. It's better when we don't see each other; when we do, it's either a cold war or we argue. My child is at boarding school because we argue so much, which isn't good for her, so I sent her there. That way, she won't see our unhappiness." 　　I asked, utterly bewildered, "Teacher Yao, how could that be?" She 　　said, "Actually, it's nothing much. It's just that I'm too competitive and unwilling to flatter my superiors. I also often clash with them over certain things, so no matter how hard I try, I don't get anything. I know this isn't good, but I just can't change it. He doesn't understand my behavior at all. He always says, 'What are we lacking? We lack nothing, so why are you being so stubborn?'" 　　I said, "Ms. Yao, forgive my bluntness, but what your husband says isn't entirely wrong, is it?" 　　She said, "Yes, I agree with him a lot of the time, but it's just that competitive personality that changes me."

"No, that's why we're always arguing, or giving each other the silent treatment. Anyway, I don't want to go back. Here, I
can enjoy some peace and quiet!"

I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I just smiled helplessly.

She said, "Sorry to make you look so embarrassed. Stop smiling like an idiot. Let's get some water and help me clean
my dorm."

"Okay, you don't need to do it, I'll do it!"

"No, we agreed to clean together."

So, I cleaned her dorm with her.

After we finished cleaning, she said she wanted to thank me.

I asked out of the blue, "How will you thank me?"

The teacher said, "I'll treat you to a meal, I'll cook it."

I said, "Teacher, are you kidding me? The power's fixed? You're cooking?"

She said, "The power was restored last night, it's fixed."

I said, "Hehe, since you're willing to cook, of course I'll enjoy it."

She busied herself preparing the meal, casually tossing me a few magazines.

I flipped through them half-heartedly until she finished cooking.

Her cooking skills are quite good, but as her student, even though the dishes in front of me are delicious, I don't dare
to eat too much.

Seeing my awkwardness, she said, "Eat without worry, no one will laugh at you for looking bad. You look tired,
aren't ?"

I said, "You're a teacher, especially since it's my first time eating your cooking. How can I be so casual?"

She added, "There's no one else here, just the two of us. What's the point of holding up the food? Listen to me, don't be so reserved!"

Seeing my embarrassment, the homeroom teacher laughed and said, "There's no one else here. I'm calling you 'sister,' and you're still giving me an '
o'."

I muttered, "Oh, so I can call you 'sister'! I've always thought of you as 'auntie'!"

Hearing this, she pretended to be angry and said, "What 'auntie'? Am I that old
?

Is it a loss for you to call me 'sister'?" You can't call a woman old, so I quickly smiled apologetically and said, "Teacher, I was wrong. You
're not auntie,' you're 'sister.'"

"That's not enough to admit your mistake."

Had I really stirred up a hornet's nest? I never imagined that a muttered remark would make the teacher so
angry. Of course, she was clearly pretending to be angry, but I just couldn't tell.

I cautiously asked, "So, what do you mean?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Have you heard of 999 roses?"

"Have you heard of that? Do you want me to send that many roses?"

She added, "What would I do with roses? What I mean by this is that you have to call me 'sister' 999 times,
not even once less."

I asked, "Will I finish calling her today?"

She said, "Because you're told to finish today, you can only call her a maximum of three times a day, until you're done."

I muttered under my breath, "Three times a day, it'll take at least a year to finish calling her 'sister '."

She said, "Don't mutter, I was just joking. You seem too reserved. Actually, you
can call me teacher, auntie, or sister from now on. I'm not young anymore, it doesn't matter what you call me."

I quickly said, "No way! Teacher, oh no, sister, you're not old, you're very young and beautiful! Hehe."

"Oh, I didn't realize you had such a sweet tongue. From now on, you're allowed to call me sister when no one's around."

I said, "Okay, sister."

After her seriousness and teasing, I was basically no longer reserved and relaxed. Soon, I devoured the
small table of delicious dishes.

While I was eating mindlessly, she barely touched her chopsticks, instead quietly watching me eat with her chin resting on her hand.

When I was almost finished, I realized she hadn't eaten a single bite. I asked her, "Sister, why
aren't ?"

She said, "I'm not hungry. Watching you eat is enough. Watching you eat makes me happy."

I asked, puzzled, "Sister, watching me eat makes you happy?"

She said, "Yes, because the first time I cooked for him, he wolfed it down, leaving nothing for
me. So I just watched him eat, chin in hand."

I was even more confused and asked, "Him? Is he your husband?"

She gently shook her head and said, "No, he's my first love, from university."

I said, "Oh, I see. So why didn't you two end up together?"

She said, "Do you know about the 1989 student movement? I heard about the June 1989 protests..." "The Fourth Incident?"

I said, "I saw it on TV when I was little. Wasn't he labeled a counter-revolutionary in the end?"

She said, "Yes, that was the incident. I won't comment on its merits or demerits. But at the time, the students were very enthusiastic and
radical. He and I were both very proactive, naively believing that our actions could change history. But later, something
unfortunate happened. We had agreed to stay together and share all the consequences, but
then I inexplicably fell ill and was practically kidnapped home by my parents. And he, in the end, never came back.
He was left forever on that heartbreaking morning."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. I said, "Sister, you're crying."

She continued, "Don't interrupt, let me finish." "

After hearing the devastating news, I completely collapsed. My parents were stunned; they didn't know how
to comfort me. I spent half a year in a daze before I finally recovered and could barely be considered a normal person. Later,
my parents were very relieved to see that I had basically recovered, and the school didn't punish me much; they even
arranged a job for me. I lived like a walking corpse, going back and forth between home and school every day. Later, I
heard from a classmate who came back with me that the reason I fell ill was because he put
some harmful substances in the drink he gave me. Because he studied medicine, he was quite skilled at treating minor illnesses in ordinary people.

It was him who called my parents and brought me home before the city of Beijing went into lockdown, which saved me from
illness."

She didn't speak emotionally, but I was stunned. I couldn't believe that such a weak
woman had to endure so much misfortune and injustice, and that a student movement for national justice and future
had resulted in such a consequence!

I offered her a tissue, but she didn't take it, saying, "Just let me cry my heart out.
I haven't cried in 13 years; this is the first time."

After she finished crying, she wiped away her tears, forced a smile, and said to me, "I'm sorry,
I invited you over for dinner today, but you ended up hearing such a horrific story."

I said, "No, everyone has their sad stories. You're human too, teacher! You seem so strong on the outside, but I never
imagined you could be so vulnerable inside."

She said, "People's strength is all for show."

I said, "Sister, I really didn't know you had such experiences. Sister, can I not know you?

If you're ever unhappy and want someone to confide in, I'm willing to be your listener. If all else fails,
you can hit me!"

She said, "Look at you, confiding in you is already enough to make you suffer! And then I'd hit you too?"

"Hehe, sis, I just said that on purpose. I know you won't hit me. Besides, you can't beat me anyway, can you
? Even if you could, I can run faster than you."

My words amused her, and she said, "You're such a smooth talker."

Seeing her finally laugh, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and said, "Sis, you're finally smiling."

From then on, every time we met, if no one was around, I would loudly call out to my homeroom teacher: "Sister!"

Every time, she would say, "Who told you to be so loud?"

I would say, "Anyway, you didn't say anything, I just kept yelling, so what?"

She would say, "Fine, dare to compete with me in toughness?"

After saying that, she would shout, "I know now, I'm ***'s sister, and *** is my brother!"

I always thought I was the most outrageous person, but it turns out that in front of my homeroom teacher, I was just a show-off, and
she was Guan Yu (a legendary general known for his martial arts prowess)!

I said, "Sister, you don't have to be like that."

She said, "If you do that again, we'll both yell it and see who's better."

I said, "Sister, you're amazing! I won't do it again!"

After witnessing my homeroom teacher's outrageous behavior, I became much more restrained. At least I didn't dare
to yell "sister" loudly when no one was around or when there were few people. However, since then, when I see her again, I'm no longer as reserved as before
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