Ouch ouch ouch, I can't sleep.

I am from medical school, and I usually use some mice and rabbits for experiments. One day, there was a hot injection experiment, and the experimental subject was a domestic rabbit. The observation step was to measure the rabbit's body temperature on schedule. Of course, the way to measure body temperature was to take the rectal temperature—in simple terms, it means checking the rabbit's backside...

Each group of students fixed the rabbits on the 'special SM medical teaching frame for little rabbits,' and then they could check the rabbit's backside.

Just as I nimbly lifted the rabbit's tail, preparing to gently insert the thermometer dipped in wax into my rabbit's, um, back entrance, at that instant, a sharp, piercing scream came from in front of me. Upon closer look, it wasn't a human scream—it was the rabbit from the first group. That was the first time I had ever heard a rabbit scream in my life... sometimes melodious, sometimes piercing.

Originally focused on looking for chrysanthemum, LZ blankly looked up and saw the following scene: A boy slightly stepped back, hands on his hips awkwardly smiling, surrounded by a crowd of classmates who didn't know the truth... LZ also joined in the crowd, glanced at the location of the thermometer, and immediately felt embarrassed...

Me: 'Hey, XX, did you put it in the wrong place...? This isn't **.' XX: 'This is the right place, I asked the teacher, and the teacher said to insert it into the lower hole.' Me: 'No way, your thermometer is clearly in the rabbit's YD...' XX: 'No, this is **!' I got anxious: 'You also have a chrysanthemum, look for yourself, have you ever seen ** without an anal sphincter?' (During this time, the teacher was in the experiment preparation room, working on things, so not in our lab)

We argued about this issue for a long time. Our dear teacher finally appeared, but why was she smiling like this...

Sleazy (Anyway, at that moment I realized my mental image of the teacher as calm, steady, and perfect was shattered, replaced by—kindred spirit, so the teacher is the same type.)

The teacher calmly said to XX: 'No wonder the rabbit is called like this... you inserted it in the wrong place.'

All the classmates cast XX various inexplicable and meaningful glances...

"Master, master... wait a moment... please wait..." The No. 8 bus had just started and hadn't traveled far when a hurried voice came from outside. Judging by the sound, it was a young man speaking, probably stammering a little because he was running too fast.

It was currently rush hour, and the bus was packed with people, pressed body to body, feet stepping on the tops of others' feet. The driver, aware of the situation inside, didn't stop but continued driving forward, though not very quickly. Public buses are, of course, public transportation, so issues of overloading or not aren't really considered—but now that it was this crowded, the driver still had to think about passenger safety. Doing so wasn't inappropriate.

Seeing that the bus wasn't moving very fast, the young man didn't give up; he continued running while shouting, "Master... master..."

The bus still showed no intention of stopping. At this moment, a young man wearing a tie and glasses, sitting by the window, leaned out and shouted to the runner, "Bajie, the driver has gone ahead. You should catch the next one." As soon as he finished speaking, everyone on the bus couldn't help but laugh heartily.

"Huff huff... huff huff... damn it, I'll... I'll draw circles to curse you!"