Song Ying rolled her eyes: "Do you think you said this letter from the head teacher?"
"Why don't you believe it?" I pointed to my nose: "I go to the library every afternoon, okay?"
Li Sijia smiled and said: "Zhou Ming, you have to be mentally prepared. The Chinese teacher will sue you, saying that you contradicted the teacher in public and even skipped class with dignity..."
My head felt heavy after hearing this. Looking at Li Sijia's smile, I said angrily: "Then you are still smiling!"
Li Sijia stopped smiling, but she still couldn't hide the smile on her face: "I just want to see how you fight against the old man in charge of the class this time." [
When Chu Tingting learned that she was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the umbrella that was still dripping with water and placed it on the empty ground behind the classroom. She returned to her seat and read a book, saying she wanted to catch up.
Li Sijia and Song Ying volunteered to help her with her delayed classes in the afternoon.
I stood alone in the classroom dumbfounded. It was just after the second class in the afternoon. There was a long break, and the classmates in the class didn't know where they went to play.
Although Chu Tingting also asked me to tutor her homework, I refused. How could I be in the mood to do that now?
I returned to my seat, and at first I heard the girls discussing study problems. After a while, I heard them talking about Zhao Wusheng and so on.
I still think of them as lotus flowers that are rich in mud but not stained.
I thought they were really deaf to what was going on outside the window and only read the books of sages.
Chu Tingting has already told Li Sijia and Song Ying word for word what I saw and heard in Fireworks Alley.
It was obvious that Li Sijia and Song Ying had developed a strong interest in this, and they called me over with hooked hands.
I yawned and said, "I haven't made up for the homework I missed in the afternoon..."
Li Sijia suddenly stood up, walked to me, grabbed my ears and carried me over.
"Hey, aunt, please spare me!" This shameless voice was naturally made by me.
Li Sijia carried me through several seats. I bent my waist, tilted my head, and staggered. My posture was extremely ugly. I tried to shake off her clutches several times, but she held on so tightly, like an iron pliers.