Teacher, don't leave after school

Not only did I like it, but my parents also liked it, and my dad still commented on it under me, good job!

I can't help but blush.

When my friend saw it, he was naturally ridiculed, and Fu Jie left a thoughtful expression.

"Fu Jie added you back?" Xiaoxin asked me.

I nodded.

"Did she ask you to get back together?"

"She already has a boyfriend, why should she get back with me?"

"I think she has no more love for you." Xiaoxin said, "If she asks you to get back together, will you get back together?"

"I don't make such assumptions." I rolled my eyes and pointed to my screen saver. "What I like now is Teacher Xiao Gu."

"Come on." Xiaoxin made a cheering gesture.

The days of study are always lackluster, and the test scores are still not good. I was still at the bottom of the class in one or two monthly exams, which made me extremely distressed.It is said that everything is difficult at the beginning, why do I feel that my alley is getting narrower and narrower.Sure enough, I was not born to read.In this way, I ushered in the school sports meeting while picking up books and throwing them. My mother always said that I have a simple mind and well-developed limbs. Although I disagree with the simple mind, I am indeed more active and able to jump.In junior high school, I joined the school track and field team. I have always been used by the class to make up for any women's 5000-meter long-distance race.I ran unhurriedly and would not be at the bottom. I ran out of grades in my freshman year of high school. At that time, I was pursuing Fu Jie. I don’t have many advantages. Of course, I have to fully demonstrate my physical strength.At that time, I ran No. 1 and swung No. 2 for a circle and a half. When I reached the finish line, my eyes were dizzy, and nosebleeds gushed out, scaring Fu Jie half to death.

For middle school students, the school sports meeting is like a holiday. In the autumn sports meeting, the weather is neither hot nor cold, and it is still a little sunny. While writing the manuscript, I lie on the cultural square to sleep late, and the logistics staff run around next to the athletes. , This makes me miss the first year of high school. At that time, I thought about signing up to be an athlete and being served by my classmates, so I signed up.And there is no need to write manuscripts, those who do not sign up and do not do logistics, have to hold more than ten manuscripts and send them to the radio station every day.Ah, it hurts just thinking about it.Of course, my nostalgia is when Fu Jie was still around. At that time, she was not my girlfriend, and I buzzed around her all day long. During the school sports meeting, she was dragged by Xiaoxin and others to watch me run.Xiaoxin also bought a bouquet of flowers and coaxed her to give it to me. In retrospect, I am still a little ashamed.She was standing at the terminal, and just as the flowers were given to me, my nosebleeds gushed out, making Xiaoxin scream strangely. "Da Gu, you can't be so excited!?"

With this call, classmates and teachers all embraced him.Damn, no one cares about me being number one, only caring about my "disability and mental strength", and the radio station is still buzzing. "Gu Wei in the first year of high school, for the sake of class honor and team spirit, fell down and got up, even broke his nose, no matter what the ranking is, we are all proud of you!"

…Ah, hey, I’m number one, okay, and I fell and got up, but I didn’t fall at all. I guess some classmate in the class went to Baidu again—the touching moment of the sports meeting.Probably yes.

All in all, the school sports meeting is my world. To show off my female hormones and physical strength in front of Mr. Gu and sign up for the women's long-distance running, this trick has been tried repeatedly.The cheerleading team at the opening of the class is also you look at me, I look at you, unlike the liberal arts class, the science class has never been very interested in this kind of talent show.Teacher Xiao Gu is the homeroom teacher, so I must be more active. I signed up for the cheerleading team, but when I signed up, it was just me and the art committee.The literary and art committee members participated in the grade meeting. The literary and art committee members voted for bigbang's songs. There is no suspense. More than half of the literary and art committee members are bigbang fans. The first choice is stupidliar, but the grade director did not agree. Said the lyrics were unhealthy, and then chose fantasticbaby again.The literary and art committee carefully made a class flag, which means that when the time comes, the two of us will wave it twice on the playground, shouting words such as "rise up, win, win".In the atmosphere of Korean Secondary [-], will shouting Xiongqi make people tremble and tremble?

Of course I suggested dancing, Ahua had learned street dance, I wanted to learn a few simple moves from her, Ahua gave me a fancy split on the spot.I clapped my hands and she raised her chin. "Do you think I only rely on my handsome appearance to win the favor of little girls?"

"...I didn't think so."

In the past two days of learning hip-hop with Ahua, I have learned to do the splits.

After watching some videos and learning a few simple dance steps, Mr. Gu knew that I was eager to learn hip-hop.

"Mr. Gu, how do I dance?"

"If only you put this enthusiasm on learning."

You see, Xueba can relate to learning in everything.

I haven’t run long-distance running for a long time. Every time after evening self-study, I take Teacher Xiao Gu to run on the playground. Teacher Xiao Gu wears white earphones and trots. I circle her and chatter non-stop. Take off one earphone and listen to me for a while.

Soon the school sports meeting came, and when our grade came on stage, it really was bigbang's shakalaka, which quickly ignited the atmosphere of the sports meeting.The art committee and I stood in the middle of the playground, and in the center stood the cheerleaders of each class in the third grade. Some classes had abstained, and the cheerleaders were all scattered. They were not as energetic as the first graders. By the third year of high school, the students were all old-fashioned, and those who could not go would not go.

When I arrived in our class, I took the class flag, jumped up and made a vertical fork, which shocked my friends.

Silly.

The literary and art committee members of other classes all opened their mouths and bowed their hands to me. "Little brother, your flexibility is so humiliating that we have no power to retaliate."

No, I can do the splits, and my old class comes out, and they whistle at me. "Da Gu, one more."