young and inaction

The chirping of cicadas outside the window was almost silent, and it was only when the school bell rang that Lin Xingxiu came back to his senses.

The history teacher walked out of the class, but the students around him still didn't move.

Evening self-study at No. 9 High School is not mandatory. There are three self-study rooms on the [-]th floor of the Science and Technology Building. They are for the first, second and third graders, and there are tutors every day.

But in the third year of high school, evening self-study is mandatory.

Lin Xingxiu stuffed a few books casually, and when he was about to leave, a girl ran out of the window and knocked on the door: "Excuse me, your class teacher asked Lin Xingxiu to go to the office."

When Lin Xingxiu heard these words, his heart suddenly jumped.

As the voice fell, the whole class looked at him.

Lin Xingxiu picked up his bag and walked out of the classroom.

Lin Xingxiu's class teacher, Huang Kuan, is the most talkative of the two quality class teachers in liberal arts.

Although the management is usually very slack, as long as you make a small mistake, you will be punished greatly.

Lin Xingxiu stood in front of the office door and took a deep breath: "Report."

Lao Huang's voice came immediately: "Please come in."

Lao Huang looked away from the computer: "Sit."

Lin Xingxiu sat next to Lao Huang and looked at him: "Teacher, what do you want me to do?"

Of course Lin Xingxiu knew what was going on, but he felt that in this awkward atmosphere, it would be better to ask in a procedural way.

Lao Huang poured a glass of water and handed it to Lin Xingxiu: "What happened at home, the security department is already investigating, and all the papers on the campus have been destroyed. Whether it is true or not, the teacher believes you But you can't be distracted, this monthly exam is the city's joint exam."

It is necessary for teachers all over the country, and they can speak continuously.