An algebra class almost passed in the boys' attention ceremony. After class, the bell rang, the boys issued a burst of wailing, and the female teachers walked out of the door and followed behind their hips to send people back to the office.
Boys lay their heads on the table for fear of being called and read aloud with Sun Ying. Isn't that uncomfortable? People read so well that you can't jump out a word for a long time. You're worried.
No one raised her hand for a long time. Zhang Haiying couldn't hang up on her face. Just when she wanted to talk, Sun Ying stood up and said, "don't count Su Mian again. Su Mian got 159 in this exam!"
Su mianle.
She was 159 in the general list, but she didn't do well in English. She just passed.
When Wei Min saw that Sun Ying had a moth again, she pulled La Su Mian's sleeve and motioned her not to stand up. "She's definitely on purpose? Who doesn't know that the spoken English from our countryside is poor, and only she can understand it!"