In a first-grade class, there was a student who was lying on the desk very listlessly.
The female teacher asked him, 'What's wrong?'
The student protested, 'I think I am capable of being in the third grade. First grade is too easy for me. I am even smarter than my sister, but she is in the third grade. I think I should be in the third grade too!'
So the female teacher took the student to the principal's office. She explained the student's situation to the principal.
The principal said, 'I will give the student a test. If he answers any question incorrectly, he should stay in first grade.'
The female teacher agreed, and the student agreed as well.
The principal asked, 'What is 3 times 3?' The student answered, '9.' The principal asked, 'What is 6 times 6?' The student answered, '36.' In this way, the principal asked many third-grade questions, and the student answered them all correctly.
Then the principal said to the female teacher, 'I think he can attend third-grade classes.'
The female teacher said, 'Let me ask him a few questions.'
The principal and the student both agreed.
The female teacher asked, 'A cow has four, and I have only two, what do you think it is?'
The principal looked at the teacher's chest... The student answered, 'Legs.'
The female teacher asked, 'There is one thing. You have it in your pants, and I don't have it in mine. What do you think it is?'
The principal was very embarrassed... but he heard the student answer, 'Pockets.'
The principal breathed a sigh of relief.... The female teacher asked, 'What object starts with the letter C, ends with T, is covered with a lot of hair, oval-shaped, and contains an intoxicating, milky liquid?'
The principal's eyes widened, and he unconsciously moved his thigh. The student answered, 'Coconut.'
The principal pressed his chest and breathed another sigh of relief.... The female teacher asked, 'What word starts with F, ends with K, and means something exciting?' The principal looked very embarrassed at the student, waiting for him to answer... The student answered, 'Firetruck.' The principal nodded in response....
The female teacher said, 'What is something that requires your hands to help, so that it can be inserted into another object?'When it goes in, it shudders all over, and this is also the last stage it shoots out,” the principal became awkward again... The student answered: “Arrow.”
The female teacher then asked: “What goes in hard, and comes out soft and slimy?” The principal looked at the female teacher awkwardly, wanting to stop her from continuing... The student answered: “Bubble gum.”
The principal patted his forehead... The female teacher said: “You use a hard object and insert it underneath me. Once you find the technique, it can lift me up. And this object must be hard enough; if it's soft, you won't succeed. What do you think that object is?” The principal began panting... He looked at the student... The student answered: “Lever.”
The female teacher asked again: “I have something on my body. When it itches inside, I use my finger to dig that hole, and it feels good. Sometimes I can even get something sticky out. What do you think that is?”
The principal was shocked, his breathing sped up, and his whole body felt hot... The student answered: “Nose.” The principal kept taking deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths...
The female teacher said: “I have something on my body into which my husband and my finger can go. When I'm irritated, I first press it with one hand, while the other hand's finger goes in and out. What excites me the most and what I miss is that at some point I can do it together with my husband. What do you think that thing is?”
Before the principal finished listening, his tongue began to dry, his face flushed, his forehead was sweating, and his whole body felt extremely hot as he looked at the female teacher in shock... The student answered: “Wedding ring.”
The principal closed his eyes, leaned heavily back in his seat, and let out a half-relieved breath... The female teacher had finally finished asking. The principal, red-faced, wiped the sweat off his forehead and said: “He can go to sixth grade now! I got all the questions you just asked completely wrong.”
