hot summer gl

There is everything, most of which are gossip.

At this moment, I accidentally saw an object that caught my attention, an ordinary third-order Rubik's cube.The girl sitting on the first platform of the third group is concentrating on turning it.The girl has a pair of hands that are different from the skin color, fair and slender.I looked at the Rubik's Cube, then at the girl, and finally looked away.

She can play, and so can I.But I haven't touched the Rubik's Cube for about four or five years, although I still remember the formula.The Rubik's Cubes I played in three years in high school - the third-order, fourth-order, fifth-order Rubik's cubes, pyramids and aliens were all given to several school girls who had the same hobbies as me after graduation.

I didn't realize until now that I have a hobby of giving gifts to others.I have many hobbies and many tricks, but my feelings are indifferent.I give people things just on my whim, without any special meaning.Unfortunately, I don't know if others think so.

Teacher, where are you from?At this time, someone spoke to me in the village dialect of a certain village.Most of the students enrolled in the school are from nearby villages, with various accents, and even a lot of Zhuang.The man probably thought I didn't understand.Unfortunately, this trick doesn't work for me.

I pulled out a smile and said that I had studied here for six years.Speaking of which, I am not only your teacher, but also your senior sister.

The whole class was in an uproar again, more than 60 pairs of eyes stared at me one after another, and I felt a unique gaze among them, with a little indifference, it was the girl playing Rubik's Cube.She just looked up at me for half a second and then lowered her head, but I clearly saw the disinterest in her eyes.Just like me back then.

There is a saying that history is always surprisingly similar.

After five years, I actually saw a girl at my alma mater who was similar to me or even worse. This has to be said to be a kind of fate.I glanced at her again, and the Rubik's Cube in her hand had been recovered.As I said earlier, she can play.

☆, remember

I have long expected the reaction of the students when I said the phrase "I am not only your teacher, but also your senior sister".People naturally love to gossip.Compared with the previous caution and temptation, they let go more. For example, they communicated with me in dialect. Although I still answered in Mandarin, most of them asked questions that others asked me countless times.

Why do you want to come back?I also want to ask myself, why do I want to come back?

Behind any choice is not a simple 1+1.I can only give a one-sided answer to this question, and it is divided into objects.

all right.I said helplessly, don't ask so many questions.

do not!Teacher, you don't have class anyway.The students don't agree, maybe in their hearts, as long as there is no class, everything is good.I used to think the same way, especially when I was studying late.The courses just started in the first year of high school are not too tight, and most teachers will let students study by themselves.And at this time, those students who can observe words and expressions will stir up the topic.I remembered that one night, the teacher walked into the classroom in a good mood, and sat on the podium with nothing to do after saying something about reading by himself.

I forget who started the conversation, it wasn't me anyway.In short, later, the teacher gave us a slap and said, don't tempt me to talk anymore.

Every time I think of the teacher, I always smile involuntarily.It's just that now is not the time for me to smile to myself, and there are still a group of students with excess curiosity waiting for me to solve it.

Well, tell me first, why are you here?I will tell you the answer again.

I know that the outside world has relatively few evaluations of the school, but in the eyes of the parents here, the school is the best choice for the first and second middle schools.

Sure enough, someone said indifferently that he could only come here if he couldn't get into other schools.

Others said that my father insisted that I come here.

What makes me regret the most is that some people say, come here to get a diploma.

From the voices of these students, it is not difficult to see that their desire for reading is not as good as before.Our teacher once said that the easier it is to get something, the less people will cherish it.So I can't say that this kind of negative thinking is entirely the fault of the students.I think they just went astray temporarily and were bewitched by the outside world.I can't change them, only myself can change myself, this is a truth that many people understand, but few people can do it.But anyway, as a teacher, I can't sit idly by.

So I talked to them about my previous life in school, just like every teacher who taught me in the past did.For us, as long as there is a student who feels something from it, it is not in vain of our good intentions.

But when I saw the unchanged expressions of the students, I felt disappointed.

Don't you want to know why I came back?This is the answer.I say it because I've been through so much here.People always like to remember when they are old.

Teacher Lin, you are not old.

I froze for a moment, and it was the girl who seemed to be indifferent to everything who was speaking.I looked at her face and couldn't connect that sentence with her for a moment.The girl just glanced at me indifferently, and then continued to play with her Rubik's Cube.Unlike my boring behavior of restoring the scramble, scrambling and restoring, she changed many patterns on it.

I smiled at her and said, there is a saying that says that people grow old from the heart.You just can't see it.

How old are you, Teacher Lin?She asked me quickly, as if waiting for my words.But nothing could be seen on the face.

Don't you know there is another saying that says that?A woman's age is always a secret.Like I don't know how old my teacher is.I silently added the second half of the sentence in my heart.

The girl groaned, with some unpredictable emotion in her eyes, and said, I probably guessed it.

I didn't know how to answer her, but just then the bell rang for the end of get out of class, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, who knows what will happen if I continue talking?Now that I think about it, the group of students in Guizhou are still cute.I think of the mantra of my Chinese teacher in the third grade of junior high school, as long as you cooperate, another class will be easy.

get out of class has ended.I said briskly, and walked out of the classroom without waiting for their reaction.As for their impression of me, I think it should not be bad.That's not my concern.What I care about is their attitude towards high school. At present, it seems that there is no problem, but soon they will realize that there is a qualitative difference between junior high school and high school. Many students just can’t switch their learning methods and go in the wrong direction, and finally give up in disappointment. .

Why should we ask them to fly after clipping their wings?

Since I didn't have my class in the afternoon, I left the school after class.But I didn't expect that I would also encounter the scene of being stopped by the school police just like my teacher.The school policeman is a tall and thin old man. Here you can see those dark-skinned, thin but energetic old people everywhere.When the school police saw me approaching the school gate, he waved to me and signaled me to go back.

I was suddenly funny and helpless.I walked up to him and explained my identity.The school police gave me a questioning look, but fortunately I had my teacher ID with me.

After checking it was correct, he said to me, I thought it was a student.

It's okay, next time you recognize me, just fine.

He smiled embarrassedly, repeatedly promising to recognize him next time.

I found a milk tea shop not far from the school, and ordered a cup of roasted grass jelly.Although I never understood where the name came from.Maybe it was because of school time, there was no one in the store at the moment, and the owner returned to sit quietly behind the console after delivering the milk tea.I was able to enjoy this moment of silence alone.

The fan in the store is cool enough, and the milk tea is iced enough.I took out my phone to reply to last night's message.Seeing Han say this to me: Jin, I saw that boy.Well, I wanted to take it easy, but he said he wouldn't be here after graduation.I think he is trying to force me to make a decision.What do you think should be done?

Maybe because I didn't reply to her after waiting for half an hour, the bad factors in Han's bones started to make trouble again.

She sent me an angry emoji and said, you don't go online!Believe it or not, I called to harass you?A guy who will only drop the chain at critical moments.

I bit my straw and looked at the time last night, smiled back at her, and said, "You don't even look at the time, you only came to see me in the early morning."

Han's reply came quickly, and it should not be her class now.Then why don't you call me back in the morning?She complained, and I could just imagine her expression.

Generally, I don't surf the Internet during the day.

Forget it, let's not talk about it.Did you see the message log?

Ok.

Hmm, what, give me an idea!She sent me a sweaty emoji.

Han.

Say!

I think you should go to someone else for this kind of thing.You tell me, I don't understand either.

If I dare to find someone else, you are fooling me!

Well, let me think about it.

As a result, I thought about it until the afternoon.

It was just after 11:30 when I left the milk tea shop.Because the dormitory arranged for me by the school has not yet been implemented, I had no choice but to go home.Before that, I plan to find a noodle shop for lunch.

The school implements semi-closed management, and students are divided into two categories, one living on campus and the other commuting.We call these sleepovers and sleepouts.Outsiders can only leave school with their school badge after school.Boarding students can only leave school on weekends, and the school does not provide meals on weekends.

During my six-year residential life, sometimes when I didn’t want to go back to face the empty and cold house, I would go out of school to find a noodle shop when I was hungry.Most of the time I will order a dry rice noodle dish, which as the name suggests has no soup.The method is the same as most rice noodles.

But today I asked for snail noodles.One of my geography teachers once said, don't underestimate Xiao Dong, the imitation ability here is very strong.As for whether this is a compliment or a derogation, I will not comment.

The noodle boiled in this store is not bad, I like the capers and fried beans in it.It’s just that such a bowl of hot noodles in summer is not something ordinary people can bear, not to mention I haven’t added spicy soup yet.

For a long time, I didn't like spicy food.Until one day, a classmate who likes spicy food added a spoonful of chili to my bowl, and since then I have tried to accept it.Although that time I was hot out of tears.

Later I asked her, why did you add so much when asked you to add a little?

She looked at me innocently and said, just a little bit.

It seems that what we understand as "a little bit" is not the same concept.I gestured to her. What I understood was half a fingernail, but what she understood was a finger.

I shook my head, really, I can think of so much after lunch.People always have to look forward, I said to myself.And you're backing away, another voice said to me.

When I got home at noon, I immediately changed into cool clothes.When changing clothes, I touched my back, and my hands were full of sweat.I touched my face, how much would it turn black?I smiled at myself in the mirror.

The third floor was very deserted, so I turned on the TV.The boring commercial sound filled the empty living room. I changed a few channels, but there was really nothing to see.But I need a little movement.I just lay on the wooden sofa in a daze.The wooden sofa is naturally not soft enough, but fortunately it is cool.The outside wind blows in from the kitchen window, which is cool and easy to make people drowsy.

When my consciousness was sluggish, the vibration of my mobile phone woke me up. It was a call from Han, presumably she was impatient to wait.In fact, how can one or two sentences explain clearly about feelings.No matter how clearly I see it as an outsider and how unique my insights are, the person involved may not be able to listen to it.

This is the truth that I have been reluctant to comment too much on this matter.In fact, Han, why don't you force me to make a decision for you?

Hello.I picked up the phone and casually turned down the volume on the TV.

Jin, what are you thinking?she asked straight to the point.

You are given two options, reject or accept.However, I think it is better for you to refuse.

She was silent for a while, obviously not expecting me to say that.She said, Jin, I thought you would support me.

I didn't say I don't support you.

Then why do you say that?

Don't you think that boy is immature for that?Did he think he could hide everything from others?I couldn't help being mean.If the school finds out, there will be no good results for you or him.

Han seemed to be choked by me, and it took him a while to say, he...is just a child.

But you are not a child anymore.

When I said this, I never thought that one day I would be like Han.It can be seen that people always speak nicely.

☆、Mandarin

The conversation with Han ended badly, and I knew early on that she wouldn't listen to me.The so-called letting me make up my mind is just to find a reason for myself.Most people will have this kind of mentality, even if they have made some kind of plan, they still want to seek the approval of others, perhaps, it may be more confident that way.

I sighed, turned off the TV and went back to my room.I took out my new guitar, and I bought it with a guitar case of the same color.Those two things cost me almost a month's salary.

Actually one thing, I didn't tell the truth to Han.I said that I don't have original songs, which is actually fake.I hugged the guitar and thought of this trivial lie without apology. As for the reason for lying, it was because of lack of self-confidence.

Roughly speaking, the semi-finished products I discarded are almost as high as a book. Many times I only write the beginning, and I will always be dissatisfied when I look back, and I am a person who does not like to revise.Only abandoned.For me, every failure in the past is to accumulate experience for future success.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at the head of the bed, a corner of the white soft mattress, on which several notebooks were piled up, almost every page had my doodles.The content is very complicated.I said before that I am a person with many hobbies, and among these hobbies, only music and the Rubik's Cube have been learned.

I consider myself a person who lacks art skills and is studious.

In the afternoon, I received a call from the head teacher, who told me that there would be a meeting at eight o'clock tonight.Of course, this is the result of my asking him to help me keep an eye on the school's dynamics in advance.It is really inconvenient not to live in school.Fortunately, my home is not far from the school.

The meeting place is in the multimedia classroom, which is the first floor of the complex building.When I was a student, I was taught all kinds of knowledge about puberty there.The lecturer who later taught us psychology became our teacher.Although I'm not impressed at all.There are many students in the school, and a multimedia classroom really can't accommodate so many people. Therefore, whenever there is a theme movie to be played.We had no choice but to sit on the open-air court, enduring the mosquitoes and the heads of the boys and girls in front of us covering our eyes, and watching a movie.Wait until the next day to copy a review on the Internet.

Since most people will run away, this is where the students from the student union come in handy.They will stop you gently and say, don't go yet, okay?The movie is almost over.

Whenever this happens, we will return to our seats with wooden stools in despair.Leave in a few minutes, and no one will stop you at that time.

Thinking about it now, young people are really ignorant.I sat in a certain seat with my head propped up while listening to the speeches of the school leaders, while my mind wandered, and from time to time I wrote down a few words that I would forget the next day.

Sometimes I forget that I am a language teacher.In fact, teachers are not human beings. We have the right to choose our hobbies, and we have the opportunity to choose what kind of person we want to be.There is no need to wrong yourself for a title.

After the meeting, it was almost the end of get out of class. I avoided a few teachers who still remembered that I wanted to chat with me, and left the school alone.I know why they are impressed with me. There are only two kinds of people that teachers can remember, good students and bad students.Of course, I personally think the latter is more memorable.And I belong to the kind of people who make the leap from mediocre to good students.In other words, the scumbags counterattacked and became the masters.

This kind of story sounds like an ordinary inspirational story.nothing to say.

Xiaodong's night view is naturally not as good as that of Nanning, not to mention that the temperature has not dropped much.I walked past the milk tea shops that were still open around the school. Most of the shops had motorcycles parked in front of them. The customers inside either lowered their heads to play with their mobile phones or talked loudly.

But what does it matter to me?I walked slowly.Suddenly I remembered the sentence I once said to Han, "Compared to the prosperity of a big city, I prefer to run around in slippers in a small town."

It's a pity that it's a meeting after all, and I always have to pay attention to my image.We have to save the matter of wearing slippers until tomorrow night.If I remember correctly, I have my evening self-study tomorrow.As one of the three main subjects, Chinese is naturally one section a day.If you choose liberal arts, there are six quarters a week without late self-study.In this case, it is not a good thing if you have a nasty teacher.At least, I once suffered from it.

After a fairly bright stretch of road, I entered another, darker street.I have never been out at night in the past, and now I am really not used to it.The alternating red and blue lights at the intersection are even more dazzling.I had no choice but to comfort myself, approaching the crossroads.

Rows of barbecue stalls came into my sight earlier than the crossroads, probably because of the summer, there were very few people.And the sugar shop at the end is much more lively.I heard from former teachers that they like to meet up to drink sugar water after self-study next night.I looked at the guests there more or less curiously, and I did see a few teachers that I still remember.

And I chose to leave in a hurry.

On the second day, I arrived at the school half an hour before class, and the school police recognized me and greeted me with a smile.I simply hummed a few words and rushed to the office.I heard that there is a small office on the second floor of the west teaching building, which is exclusively used by the first grade teachers.

When I was in high school, the classroom was not there, but in the building behind the teaching building.Now it is out of use and is used as a place for sports and art supplies.

The class bell rang. When I came to the second floor, I subconsciously glanced at the easternmost side. There was indeed a small room, which was locked.Little did I know at the time, it would be where I would spend the most time.

When I came to the classroom, what I saw was a large group of people lying down.It's only the second class now, are they that sleepy?I said something about class, and my voice was higher than usual.Some people were awakened by me and stood up reflexively.It seems that next time I should say get up.

They sighed and said hello to the teacher.Before I said to sit down, I sat down very consciously.They are really a bunch of lazy students, but I don't dislike this little move.I used to be the same way.

Does it matter less what you do to others?I have no idea.

I'm more concerned about classroom discipline, I don't want anyone talking or nobody wants to talk.Just like what my English teacher said, in learning, I don't teach my class on the top, and you do your own thing on the bottom.It requires the cooperation of teachers and students.

It was the first time I took your class, and I didn't know you well.I said slowly, I think my expression must be very serious.You have all read books for so many years, do you know what classroom discipline is?

Understand.

That's good.I saw their suddenly quiet faces and smiled.At this time, I noticed the girl playing Rubik's Cube again, because I don't know her name because there is no seating chart.That girl is much more restrained than me back then, and I didn't even give face to a teacher back then.I looked back and said, let's start class now.Students are asked to open the catalog part of the compulsory one.Let's take a look at the main content of this semester.

What about the compulsory two, teacher?As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately learned to ask.

After the mid-term exam, the second compulsory course is taken.After I finished speaking, they looked at me in surprise, just like I did back then.

Can't take it anymore?I deliberately scare them. There will be more and more difficult courses in the future. What will you do when you learn long classical Chinese?

I personally think that English is more difficult to learn than classical Chinese.Of course, I didn't speak my heart out.

There was a wailing below.

alright.Have you turned the pages of the book?I also opened my own books, and I prefer the traditional ones to the newer e-learning.Of course, it doesn't mean that the new style has its merits. At least, I can let them watch a movie about the characters in the book.

In the compulsory one, we focus on modern new poetry and ancient narrative prose.At least in the latter part, I will pick some important ones and go over them with you.I believe everyone is familiar with poetry, but junior high school is different from high school, and it is not enough to just read and memorize.You must also learn how to appreciate poetry.After this question, I will explain it systematically to you.Not urgent.

Then teacher, is classical Chinese difficult?

Is it hard to look at the individual.I said, do your junior high school teachers always ask you to memorize texts and translations?

yes.What Ma said, Peach Blossom Spring, is a teacher.The students have spoken out the classical Chinese that they still remember.

That's a pity.This time I didn't scare them. In high school, classical Chinese reading is not tested in textbooks, but dictation will be tested.In other words, you must not only be able to translate extracurricular, but also memorize what is in class.Six points is also a point.

Ah!

I smile.In fact, you don't have to worry so much, just have a little confidence in yourself.

Teacher, stop joking with us.I don't know who said such a sentence.Sometimes it's difficult and sometimes it's not.Is it difficult?

I took another look at the boy who spoke the last sentence in the village dialect.It seems that the teachers here are really leading them badly, speaking common words and dialects.I think they are teachers who have no experience in teaching and teach in vernacular.A few years ago, the country did not require teachers to speak Mandarin, which led to many teachers in small towns having a heavy accent.People who have never experienced it will never imagine that printing is read as "printing and killing" and standards are read as "commendation". What a concept.

Cough, I will speak Mandarin in class from now on.After class, you can do whatever you want.

What's the matter, teacher, don't you understand?The boy was making a final struggle.

Even if I understand it, it shouldn't be used like this.I said coldly, the classroom instantly became quiet and the air froze for a moment.I can feel different eyes staying on me, I just don't notice it.Continue to class.I said.

A class passed very quickly, probably because I just came into contact with new knowledge at the beginning of school, and this class passed smoothly.But I think it's because of that episode.

I went back to the office and poured myself a glass of water to moisturize my throat. It seems that those teachers who used to carry golden throat lozenges were not too exaggerated.Before I could recover from drinking the water, the class bell rang again, this time for class 91.To be honest, through my comparison, there is no difference between the two classes on the surface, but from the details, it can be seen that the learning atmosphere of 90 is a little different, while the students of 91 are much more disciplined.

But somehow I prefer 90.

☆, write poetry

On the Monday of the second week of returning to school, I got two pieces of paper, the class schedule for the first year of high school, and the seating chart for 290 and 91.It can be seen from this that the subjects of the two classes are basically taking turns, and there is already a little bit of a precursor to the brother class.But I'm more interested in the girl's name.

Her name is Zhang Ning, one of the few out-of-town students.Personally, I think this name suits her very well.Simple with a bit of arrogance, just like herself.I don't pay much attention to other people, but she made me special.

During the class during the day, I never saw any of her little moves that violated classroom discipline, and even her Rubik's Cube was only played after class.Occasionally, before class, I saw her put a fourth-order Rubik's cube back into the table.At that time, I was wondering if there would be other Rubik's cubes in her desk.Unfortunately, I never saw it again.In my class, Zhang Ning seldom writes. Most of the time, she just lays out the books and looks at them with a blank expression.

In this month of September, which is still sultry even though autumn has entered the calendar, not only the afternoon, but also the morning is filled with a drowsy and lazy atmosphere.The students still dozed off, but Zhang Ning didn't. Although she looked a little half asleep, at least she wouldn't get down like the students behind her.

The school has such a rule of deducting points: all students are not allowed to sleep on the table during class.It is said to protect the cervical spine of the students.The school specially invites those retired old teachers to be patrol teachers—the old teachers who teach in the vernacular—and if one is caught, one point will be deducted from the class.It's a pity that it doesn't work later, because the time when the patrol teacher passes through each class has already been figured out by "careful people".

Therefore, before every class during the day, I can always see a large group of sleeping students.

And at night, they are full of energy. No wonder the teacher said at the beginning, or we should change to evening classes in the future, seeing how energetic you are.She showed us an expression she knew a long time ago, and said playfully, do you play on your mobile phone until eleven or twelve o'clock at night?Then you have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, right?No wonder I'm not sleepy.

Then our class returned her with a smirk and a word.Die your color again.we say.

She looked at us puzzled, don't bully me because I don't understand your dialect.

we do not have!Some people shouted that they were wronged, and the sentence just now was just saying "you know it again".

One evening self-study, I deliberately postponed the time to go to the classroom, and when I arrived at the stairs, I heard chattering voices.It seems that the sentence "I heard the noise of your class on the second floor" is not an exaggeration.Holding the book, I suddenly felt sad. When did the students become like this?

They are already in the first grade of high school, not immature children in the first grade of junior high school.Is this the learning atmosphere that a high school student should have?Do they really know their purpose in high school?Just for that diploma?

But looking at it from another angle, it's not entirely their fault.A voice spoke to me.

I walked into the classroom with this conflicting mood.I know that whenever I think about something, the expression on my face will always be so frozen that everyone who knows me will say to me, why are you always unhappy?

Judging by the time the students quickly quieted down, there was some truth to that claim.

It's been so long since I've been in class, so I'll read the book quietly and don't talk.I put the book on the table and sat on the chair to watch them.A line of sight intersected with me, and when I looked in the direction of the line of sight, I saw a pair of eyes with complex expressions.Zhang Ning seemed to be looking at me, but also seemed to be in a daze.After a while, I looked away and said, I can read any book, as long as I don't disturb others.After finishing speaking, I took out my pen to prepare for the next day's class.I prefer ancient poetry to modern poetry, but the syllabus taught me nothing.

When I was in class on Wednesday, I proposed to let the students recite "Rain Lane".

……

Holding a paper umbrella, alone

Wandering long, long

And lonely rain lane,

I hope to drift

A clove

A grumpy girl.

Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane" was recited by a girl who volunteered to stand up. Generally speaking, the girl grasped the rhythm accurately and her emotions were in place.So when she put down the book and was a little shy and didn't know where to look, I was the first to take the lead in applauding.Then there was applause in the classroom.

Very good, sit down.I smiled at the girl, and a little pride flashed across her face when she was praised by the teacher.I couldn't help but smile again, child-like innocence.

Now I have a question for you.Some people think that the "girl" in the poem actually refers to the beautiful, noble and melancholy girl that the poet has been waiting for for a long time.However, some people think that this "girl" is the hazy ideal and pursuit in the poet's heart, which represents the poet's bleak vision for the future when he is in depression in life.What do you think?

The students' answers can be roughly divided into two categories, one is that it is possible, and the other is that they have their own opinions.

I stood on the podium and watched their rare discussions without commenting.It is also a good option for students to occasionally take them out of the textbook.Unfortunately, only a few teachers have this awareness.

Before the end of get out of class, I assigned them some extracurricular homework.

Everyone has taken so many classes, and I believe they should have a certain understanding of modern poetry.I said on the stage with a little selfishness, I will give you a homework, write a modern poem by yourself, the theme is not limited, the number of words is not limited, you can write whatever you want.

The reason why there is no theme is indeed my selfishness. I want to better understand the psychology of this year's students, good or bad, positive or negative.

The class was silent for a moment, and a few seconds later there was another wail.ah?Teacher don't!Writing poetry might as well let us write essays!

Teacher, you should set a theme, otherwise I don't know how to write.

I found two significant shortcomings of this year's students, first: no matter whether they will refuse first or not.Simply put, it's lazy.Second: I only think about copying others. To put it simply, I am still lazy.

The popularity of the Internet allows students to easily find answers from the Internet. The development of the Internet has facilitated many people and many things, but it has also virtually reduced students' innovative thinking.

Noisy is useless.I pretended to think for a moment, today is Wednesday, right? Due on Friday.

They disagreed again, saying, Teacher, give me some more time, come on Sunday and make friends again?

At this time, the get out of class bell rang.The students in the next class looked at us curiously as they walked by.

Well, due Sunday night.Before I left, I said again, no plagiarism.I was found to copy the original poem!After I finished speaking, I laughed in my heart. I didn't expect that I would also use this old method.

Although I didn't have my class on Sunday night, I came anyway.I asked the department representative to collect my homework after the first class.In the end, it was Zhang Ning who came. As soon as the department representative of class 91 left, she came.

At that time, I was sitting in the small office on the second floor of the teaching building. Besides me, there were two teachers, one male and one female, one physics and one history. They were husband and wife.The students once joked about their relationship like this: with the combination of arts and science, you are not afraid to travel all over the world.

Zhang Ning knocked on the door very politely, even though it was open at the time.She was standing at the door, maybe she had just washed her hair, and her half-dry hair was loose.I am used to seeing her youthful appearance with a ponytail, but I really can't react to her suddenly turning into a little girl.The school does not have school uniforms, and students dress casually, as long as they do not violate the school appearance.Especially in summer, many girls give up hot and stuffy jeans at night and change them to super short or mid-short or skirts.The same goes for Zhang Ning, a pair of denim shorts set off his fair and slender legs.Under the feet is a pair of ordinary slippers.

This girl is indeed beautiful.

The two teachers looked up at her, probably not knowing her.I quickly said, come in.

She walked up to me, I was sitting and she was standing, so I had to look up at her.With her back facing the only incandescent lamp in the office, I couldn't see her face clearly, and I could only smell a faint smell of shampoo between my nostrils.

Teacher, your department representative went to the bathroom, and she asked me to help.Zhang Ning said to me with some unclear emotions.It's kind of laughing and kind of unhappy.

I groaned and glanced at the homework she put on the table. Are these guys reluctant to buy a notebook?Just tear up a piece of paper and give it to me?I was a little dumbfounded.

Is it over?Seeing that she hadn't left, I asked.

Four less.

Oh, I see.You go back to class.

Zhang Ning gave me a slightly surprised look, moved his lips, and finally turned and left without saying anything.As soon as she left, the two teachers became curious and asked me what it was?

I don't know how to write modern poems for students.I say it to them, and I say it to myself.

Correcting homework took me all night, including when I got home at night.Maybe it's because my requirements are too few, and there are all kinds of content, some of which cannot be called poetry at all.From complaining to being funny, from childhood freshness to life perception.When commenting, I really don't know how to start.It wasn't until the last few photos that I discovered Zhang Ning's name.

I yawned and went to the living room to pour myself a glass of water before continuing to comment.

On a neat piece of pure white paper, the cursive script written with a black water-based pen is smooth and smooth, but there is a faint feeling of rebellion.Her use of running script is exactly as I expected.

"Cross the Way"

He told a dirty joke, and everyone laughed heartily.

I sat in the classroom and read famous quotes, but no one cared.

He sang a vulgar song, and everyone praised him.

I listen to famous songs with headphones on, and no one bothers me.

He wrote a vulgar book, the public