At 7:50, the preparation bell of No.1 Middle School in the city rang. A girl smiles gratefully at the doorman waiting for her to come in and rushes to the school gate.
The student's head, bangs, loose school uniform, and a big schoolbag behind him seem to have been used for a long time. It's hard to cover the stitching marks on the schoolbag, and it's washed out of color.
It's time for her to call. She's 16 years old. She's in class 11 of senior high school.
After wiping the sweat on his forehead, he speeded up and rushed through the school gate. At this moment, a bicycle rushed out from the slant side and rode fast, shouting: "let's go, let's go!"
When it's too late to avoid, they bump into each other, and the word cards in their hands scatter all over the floor.
"Ah, you..."
The man said a word and suddenly stopped, long legs a fast jump out of the car to help her pick up.
It's time. Listening to his half complaint, I'm a little upset. He rushed out and bumped into her, but also blamed her, too
"Hate" two words have not yet export, a stack of word cards to her, the boy toward her smile, showing two tiger teeth, "sorry classmate, I'm too worried, you ok?"
It's time. It's just a drop. It's OK.
Shaking his head, "it doesn't matter."
She hurried in with the word card, smiling at the doorman, ready to sprint, and the first class began immediately
A bicycle is always with her, "my classmate, I just turned here today. How can I get to class 11 of senior high school?"
When the time came, she took back her steps and nearly fell again. She looked at him in surprise. Is he so tall?
She raised her hand. Unexpectedly, the bike stopped and grabbed her sleeve. "It's going to be late. We're in a hurry. I'll ride and you'll show me the way."
"You..."
When he did not respond, he was pressed on the beam of his car. As soon as he stepped on his foot, the car jumped out, faster than her.
"Which way?" Asked the boy.
When the time came, I pursed my lips, raised my hand to show the way, and my ears were red under my hair.
In less than a minute, the car stopped at the gate of class 11 of senior high school. When it was time, he jumped down from the car and said thank you loudly. The boy laughed and asked, "I suddenly forgot that I had to go to the teacher to get the book. Where is Mr. Wu Yun's office?"
Wu Yun is their head teacher, did not expect that this person is really a senior one, when a hand to the next floor, "302 is."
This time, the boy thanks and runs away with his foot on the car.
When it's time to step on the bell, rush into the classroom and sit down on the seat, then slowly exhale a breath. The math teacher steps onto the platform with the teaching plan in his hand, and his classmates come quietly, "the English teacher is on maternity leave."
When a surprise, her English is weak, English teachers often give her make-up lessons, if the teacher took maternity leave, it certainly can't go to trouble her.
"Well Who will teach us in the future? " When the time came, he lowered his voice and asked, if it's a teacher nearby, I don't know if it's possible to help her like an English teacher.
The deskmate shook his head, his eyes fixed on the blackboard and the teacher, his hands writing hard, his mouth answered in a small voice: "who knows? It's said that the school has hired a foreign teacher for us. "
It's time for me to write hard. I can't believe I'm looking at it?
They don't have a foreign teacher in the whole school, and foreign teachers
When it's time, I think of the strong and tall appearance of the British and American, and I feel afraid
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