I remember it was a rainy day. When the teacher handed out the mid-term paper, I suddenly found that the teacher had corrected one of my questions wrong. After repeated inspections, I am full of confidence. When the teacher talked about this question, I stood up without thinking: "Teacher, your answer is wrong!" " The whole class suddenly focused on me, and the teacher looked at me sideways and said angrily, "Let's wait until we think it over, okay?" At this time, the whole class burst into laughter, and in a burst of embarrassment, I had to sit down helplessly.
In the afternoon self-study class, I stood up again and reiterated my views. I didn't expect the teacher to be more angry. He satirized me severely in reprimanding language, and then stormed out of the classroom. I stood quietly, feeling like a lonely poplar outside the window, facing the coming storm. When the bean-sized raindrops hit the glass, I was already standing in the office listening to the class teacher's lecture: "You study well, but you can't take it as a proud capital. How can you compare with the teacher? " Several teachers nearby also said earnestly, "You will trip if you go on like this. When you think about it, apologize to the teacher. " I trudged into the house. I don't know when the rain stopped. Only the moon passes through the smoke like a castle, and the faint moonlight sometimes shines obliquely in front of the window. Well, if I knew this, I would apologize to the teacher. However, on second thought, I can't help thinking of Bruno and Galileo ... they seem to tell me: "Truth will prevail".
The next day, I stood up politely and explained the answer to that question carefully. Perhaps my sincerity caught the teacher's attention. The teacher thought for a moment and said to me, "You are right." Looking at the teacher's apologetic smile, I burst into tears. Let it wash away my shame, I finally won! I think, at that moment, my inner happiness is beyond others' understanding.