Chapter 442: The time to teach the lesson owes a lesson
Today is... Lu Zhengkang went out and checked his mobile phone. It was Thursday, December 6, 2085, and it was snowing heavily.
The first period in the morning was Chinese, and the teacher spent half of the class on dictation. The second period was mathematics, and he talked about equations. I did a lot of calculations in a confused way, but I didn't feel much.
At nine-thirty, the familiar "Athletes' March" started playing again, and the energetic primary school students rushed out to gather.
Lu Zhengkang was stopped by his head teacher at the door and was taken to the office for tea.
He thought that he had done nothing wrong, so he felt a little confident when he entered the office. However, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Su Xiangli standing at the English teacher's desk. The little girl had her back to the door, and he could clearly see her.
Her hands were tangled behind her back very dishonestly. Today, classmate Xiao Su wore a long white cotton dress with many cartoon strawberries printed on it. Her upper body was a gardenia-colored denim vest, her hair was disheveled, and she had a hair tucked behind her left ear.
A brown and yellow bear hairpin.
The head teacher pointed at the English teacher and signaled Lu Zhengkang to come over, while he Shiran turned around to manage the morning exercises.
There were only three people in the whole office. Teacher Li poked at the computer screen with her fingers and ignored Su Xiangli for the time being. After Lu Zhengkang walked over, she turned around and smiled at him.
Lu Zhengkang asked softly: "Hello, teacher, what's the matter with calling me here?"
Teacher Li stopped what she was doing, lightly kicked her feet on the ground, and moved the wheelchair back a little, freeing her body from the constraints of the desk. She faced the two of them, lowered her head slightly, and her eyes were very serious.
Yes, she is thin, and when she becomes serious, she gives people the illusion of anger.
"Classmate Lu, you are Su Xiangli's good friend. Do you know her recent study status?"
As soon as these words came out, Lu Zhengkang felt a little discouraged.
Of course, he knew that Su Xiangli's English scores were declining, not because she didn't study hard, but because she hated Teacher Li herself and deliberately wrote wrong questions in these weekly tests.
"I know."
Teacher Li frowned, "Since you know, you should shoulder the responsibility of your classmates and friends!"
"..." Lu Zhengkang responded with silence. This is a common tactic used by students. Debating with the teacher is almost useless. Besides, the problem now is not Su Xiangli's academic performance.
Teacher Li sincerely advised the two children, "You must know that everyone should have the enthusiasm to help each other, whether in school or in society. Without this spirit of unity, our country would not be where it is today.
You students are both competitors and helpers to each other. Lu Zhengkang, your grades are the best in your grade, and the teacher also knows that you are willing to help others, so you have to think carefully about Su Xiangli's grades.
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"Okay, Teacher Li." Lu Zhengkang's tone was low. He glanced sideways at Su Xiangli. She lowered her head, but she was peeking at Lu Zhengkang and still snickering.
The national anthem sounded outside and it was time to raise the national flag. Lu Zhengkang thought, well, salute. He turned his head and looked out the window. Yes, the bright red national flag was raised, like a sun in the east.
Teacher Li sighed, turned around and continued working, but she still wanted to talk a few words about some learning methods. This woman was a bit more verbose than she looked.
Lu Zhengkang finished watching the flag-raising ceremony and turned back. Su Xiangli saw him looking back at him, so he looked away. The national anthem stopped abruptly at this moment, and the final sound echoed in the empty campus.
Lu Zhengkang smiled, and Su Xiangli's evasive expression was like a butterfly dancing in the spring bushes. He recalled that outing afternoon, lying in the long grass and looking at the blue sky.
Su Xiangli turned around again. She was always like this. Anger came and went quickly. It could even be said that she had a good temper. All her irritations were just pranks on herself and others. Hidden in her heart was incomparable joy.
"Are you listening?"
Su Xiangli lowered his head in panic and stared at his toes. Lu Zhengkang saw a length of white cotton pants and black leather shoes exposed from the hem of her skirt. She was dressed very fashionably today, with a vest and skirt, which was quite rebellious.
.
"Lu Zhengkang."
"arrive."
Teacher Li looked at him suspiciously, "Are you listening to what I said? Although your English is very good, learning methods are sometimes more important than talent."
"Okay." Lu Zhengkang showed a formulaic smile.
Su Xiangli approached him quietly, and quietly poked Lu Zhengkang's left rib with the hand behind his back.
"Pfft!"
"Huh? What's so funny?"
"It's nothing. I cough, cough!" Lu Zhengkang glanced sideways at Su Xiangli, his eyes full of evil intentions, and she immediately made a begging expression.
Teacher Li was busy with his work and just sighed, "It's hard to manage children nowadays."
Lu Zhengkang responded, "Well, don't worry, teacher, I will definitely 'help' Su Xiangli." His tone was sincere and gentle, but his hands were merciless. He grabbed Su Xiangli's little hand and rubbed it hard.
Huh, she almost screamed out in pain.
Teacher Li suddenly stopped moving, and the two children were too frightened to move. They saw the teacher took out a few fruit candies from the drawer and handed them over, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.
"I didn't call you here to punish you, especially Su Xiangli. People have to learn. This is an eternal process, just like eating and drinking..."
The loudspeaker outside suddenly shouted loudly, "The fourteenth set of radio gymnastics, in high spirits, begins now..."
Teacher Li asked the office smart phone to close the window, and after the soundproofing, the room became quiet again. She continued to chatter, and it seemed that she would not stop talking until the recess exercises were over.
The candy Lu Zhengkang picked was grape-flavored, sweet and mellow. He slurped it and agreed with the teacher's nonsense while letting go of Su Xiangli's hand.
What Su Xiangli tasted was the flavor of cantaloupe, which was as sweet as wine. She quietly moved to the back of Lu Zhengkang and wrote and drew on his back with her fingers.
Lu Zhengkang frowned, wondering what she had written.
[Lu...Zheng...Kang...]
Oh, okay, what's the matter? My back feels so itchy when you scratch it.
Su Xiangli suddenly lost interest in writing carefully and began to doodle.
Lu Zhengkang: What is this about? Annoying? Does it mean it’s annoying to death? No, it seems like, oh, I haven’t guessed it yet, don’t rush to write.
He reached over, gently grabbed Su Xiangli's hand, squeezed it, and told her to write well and write seriously.
Su Xiangli was angry, so he used both hands to strike violently.
Teacher Li inadvertently turned his head, only to find that his favorite student Lu Zhengkang was pressing the knuckles of his index fingers against the little girl's temples while drilling frantically.
