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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)

listen to me. They raised hell. They cursed each other,

fought each other. I dared not disciplined them. I

dare not criticized them. In class, the only thing I

could do was to watch how the scoundrels created a

big disturbance. Sometimes I stood dumbfounded in

front of them with a book in my hand and could not

say a word for the whole hour. I hated being a

teacher. I hated teaching Chinese.

I went to Dwarf to complain. He was very angry

with me and said, “What kind of students do you

want train? Do you want to train a group of timid

small rats? Or do you want to train a group of bold,

small tigers? What our revolution needs is a group of

bold, small tigers! We need them to fight Soviet

Revisionists and US imperialists! Don’t you think

so?”

I nodded to show my agreement, but in fact I

was very angry with the idea which was very popular

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