think about love

I stayed with Zhu Huainan for more than 10 minutes in the dormitory. He complained that he had a headache and his hands hurt, but he refused to go back to the classroom.I actually don't remember the classroom a little bit, I didn't observe carefully just now, otherwise I don't think I would waste my time with him.

When I arrived at the classroom, the teacher just came out at the door, holding a geography book in his hand, the teacher combed his hair meticulously, the standard white shirt, black suit and black trousers, the leather shoes were also shiny, and there was a handkerchief in the pocket , forcibly propping up a kind uncle who is a little fat and maybe over forty or fifty years old into a proud existence like the Jade Emperor.

I hastily said hello to the teacher, not wanting to leave a bad impression on this meticulous teacher.Zhu Huainan also followed me and called out to the teacher resentfully.The geography teacher picked his nagging eyebrows, said "absent", then turned and left.Zhu Huainan had an expression on his face that life was worse than death, and he muttered in his mouth, "It's so miserable, I forgot that today is his class. It's really..."

I interrupted his babbling, "What will happen if you are absent?" Zhu Huainan softened his head a little bit, "You don't know, this guy is so scared, he doesn't listen to explanations, he said something when he started school, don't worry about it." Then he accidentally apologized, because he didn’t forgive, and he also said that explaining is a kind of child’s play, and if he works in the future, explaining is a waste of time. Then he stipulated that if someone breaks his rules, he will be punished. fine!"

I think it's normal, "What kind of punishment, you won't hit someone, right?" Zhu Huainan told me at the door the punishment that made me a little bit broken, "Let's name his ten advantages and disadvantages, otherwise he will be punished every time in the future. A song is sung in class. Or a poem is read. And it cannot be repeated."

"..." I don't know what is the eve of today and what eve. "Ten of these?" I asked him.He was a little desperate, "Well, it seems that I should read to him every class."

As soon as he sat down in the classroom, students surrounded Zhu Huainan.I slowly went to my seat and sat down. The two girls in front handed me the books on their desks, "Miao Huang, this is given to you by the teacher in charge. My name is Wu Jiali." The one in the pink dress The girl introduced herself to me with a smile on her face.After Wu Jiali finished speaking, the girl in white who turned back with her also began to introduce herself to me, "My name is Friday Night, nice to meet you."

I put my hand on the book and said with a smile, "My name is Miao Huang, I am very glad to meet you too, and thank you." After speaking, the girls said straightly, "It's okay, it's okay." Wu Jiali waved her hand.

Just when they wanted to say something, the teacher had just arrived in the classroom, and the bell in the corridor started to jingle.

With the textbook, I still wrote my name as I always got it.Bowing his head, he took out the pen in his schoolbag, and began to write his name with strokes, and suddenly thought of the name he wrote with Lu Chen last time.Without thinking, I suddenly did a very unorthodox thing and added two letters LS next to my name.

Suddenly I felt so ashamed that his name was written in such a serious textbook.His face was a little hot, and he hurriedly opened the Chinese textbook, feeling that the surrounding temperature was still rising.It's hot to the touch.

Suddenly a somewhat masculine voice interrupted my thoughts, "A new classmate, I don't know you yet, please introduce yourself and tell me by the way, if you have anything to do with poets, or understanding of the poem."

When my name was called by the Chinese teacher, I stood up and blushed even more.I bit my lip in embarrassment, "My name is Miao Huang, Cao Tianmiao, Zhu Huang Huang." After a pause, I gave the brief introduction of the author of this poem that I know. Fortunately, the poem was published before When I saw it, I said what I thought before.

The Chinese teacher nodded from time to time to express his affirmation. After I finished speaking, he praised me without hesitation, "Student Miao Huang is very good. It seems that he has understood the text. It's just that you don't have to be nervous. You are nervous Your face is so red that I don't dare to call you next time, just do it." After I sat down, I covered my face with my cold hands.

You, you are really bad, look at your name alone can make me blush.

But none of the teachers behind me called me.Until the geography class two days later, Zhu Huainan said that he resigned to his fate and said that he would read poetry. The geography teacher asked him to start reading poetry and then asked me to organize the words to say what I wanted to say.I nodded, and wished Huainan finished reading. I stood up after reading, "Teacher, you won't be angry if I say you have shortcomings?" The geography teacher joked, "I won't let you know when I'm angry."

I smiled, "Then teacher, I started?" The geography teacher nodded.I started my performance "Let me talk about the shortcomings first. One, being true to the juniors; two, being arrogant; three, not cute; four, obsessive-compulsive disorder; five, cleanliness; six, naughty; seven, stubborn; eight, too realistic Nine, pay too much attention to appearance; Ten, not good at communication.” After I finished speaking, I got a little nervous and offended one of the teachers, or the kind that offended me thoroughly.I dare not look up at the geography teacher.

I'm a little nervous.Looking at the smiling eyes of the geography teacher made me a little embarrassed.

The author has something to say:

I miss him, he is far away, I don't have the courage to look for him, so let's tell lies through the screen, I don't miss you, I'm doing well.