It turns out that in Principal Li's eyes, she is not only a courier, but also a custodian?
She is obviously just a small study committee member, okay?
Yan Xiaoyu curled her lips and glanced at Principal Li, Huh?
Principal Li, actually, didn't look at her?
Talk to her without looking her in the eyes?
Isn’t that so rude?!
Does the banner on the right wall look as good as hers? Ahem, does it look better than hers?
No, what she meant was that the writing on the right wall couldn't speak and had no eyes, so what was it supposed to do with reading the calligraphy and painting?
Can calligraphy and painting also help Principal Li keep the racket? Really!
The corner of Yan Xiaoyu's mouth twitched and she looked at the class teacher beside her. Ahem, the class teacher didn't look at her either.
Sure enough, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is even more crooked.
Then she became even more crooked.
Yan Xiaoyu turned around, carrying the three unpacked table tennis rackets and walking towards her seat step by step.
I can no longer believe what my head teacher said.
Among the 1,000 little etiquettes we have agreed to pay attention to, one of the top ten is to look at the other person's eyes when speaking to show respect.
It turns out that they are all lies!
Humph! From now on, she will also learn selectively.
Huh! She won’t listen to the head teacher anymore. Good-looking? She doesn’t care about it anymore!
Yan Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows slightly, pursed her lips, glanced at the young class teacher from the corner of her eyes, and turned her head away.
Hey, what is Fang Xiaoxiao looking at her?
Yan Xiaoyu glanced inadvertently and saw Fang Xiaoxiao on her right, looking at her with a confused face, her big eyes filled with innocence, innocence and doubt.
cut!
Why are you pretending to be innocent?
She is the most innocent one.
Yan Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at Fang Xiaoxiao and looked towards the road at her feet.
She has learned the lesson just now. When walking, she should lower her head and focus on the road under her feet. She should not look around.
What's Yan Xiaoyu's expression? Li Wenwen stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Xiaoxiao, his achievement was amazing.
Fang Xiaoxiao turned her head and glanced at Li Wenwen, then at Yan Xiaoyu, lowered her head, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. She originally had good grades.
If she had the same results as Yan Xiaoyu, she would definitely be even better than Yan Xiaoyu.
Unfortunately, she didn't.
There were more than forty people in the class, and she ranked thirty-fifth.
Fang Xiaoxiao pursed his lips, then turned to look at the table tennis racket in Yan Xiaoyu's hand, with a hint of envy in his eyes.
Really awesome.
Not only does Yan Xiaoyu have good grades, she can also play table tennis.
Unlike her, her grades are not good, she can't play table tennis, she can't run a hundred meters, and she can't jump a goat.
Ahem, there is only one, and she is the most powerful.
She can jump in the sand pit!
Haha. Fang Xiaoxiao turned around and glanced at the table in front of her. She noticed the gaze of her deskmate Li Wenwen and turned to look at her, catching a hint of disdain in her eyes.
Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled, tilted his head, and looked away.
Li Wenwen is proud of himself.
Although Li Wenwen is about as good as her in sports, Li Wenwen is much better than her in studies.
She is among the bottom twenty.
Li Wenwen is just the opposite, ranked in the top twenty, no, to be precise, in the top fifteen.
Before her summer vacation, she took a special look at Li Wenwen's transcripts, which showed that they were all in the 90s.
And her, ahem, disastrous results should not be mentioned.
Fang Xiaoxiao fiddled with the Chinese textbook in front of her. She was actually not interested in going to school at all. However, her mother said that girls should study more and finish junior high school no matter what.
Like sister Zhan Yuanyuan from next door, she wanted to go to the next village to learn how to make clothes.
Every time she went to visit Sister Yuanyuan, she would see the pedal of the sewing machine going up and down, her left hand wandering on the panel, and her right hand turning the small spiral on the right side of the sewing needle in circles, and her heart was filled with excitement.
Trembling and trembling.
She also wanted to learn and almost wanted to try it.
Sister Yuan is only three or four years older than her. Aunt Zhan said that Sister Yuan is already able to make money to support the family.
And she, only three or four years younger than her sister, sits in the classroom every day in a daze.
Looking at the high roof and the gray-white floor slabs, they don't look good at all.
I wanted to turn my head and look out the window, but found that the not-so-wide window was a bit far away. I had to tilt my head back to see it. Every time I wanted to look, I would unconsciously see Yan Xiaoyu reading a book.
Very serious look.
You will also see Tongtong, sitting against the wall, seeming to be reading a book seriously. When he looked carefully, he happened to meet her gaze as he looked over.
Although she was smiling, she always felt a little cold and her hair stood on end.
Is this the so-called sense of oppression that good grades bring to people?
Fang Xiaoxiao pursed his lips, turned back, and looked towards the front door on the right.
Outside the door, ahem, where is the pleasant scenery we promised?
The only things that caught my eye were the backs of the two girls' heads on the right front near the door, and the pillars of the corridor in front of the door that blocked all the scenery. They were gray and not good-looking at all.
Fang Xiaoxiao looked away angrily, but inadvertently saw the head teacher in front of the podium looking over.
Huh? Why does the head teacher want to look at her?
Fang Xiaoxiao looked around and found that everyone was sitting quietly without making a sound, as if they were waiting for something.
Fang Xiaoxiao looked carefully in the direction of the head teacher, Huh?
Misconception.
The head teacher wasn't looking at her.
Over her head, she looked toward the window on the right side of the classroom.
It turned out that he was overthinking it. Fang Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes and boredly took the Chinese textbook in front of him and started flipping through it.
When is the end?
She is only in fourth grade now.
Mom said she wanted her to finish junior high school, at least as good as her brother.
Brother? Humph.
Fang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel confused, could she be like her brother?
My elder brother has been naughty since he was a child. When he was five years old, he went up a tree to dig out a bird's nest, but fell from the tree and broke his knee. He was beaten by his father. When he was six years old, he ran to the river outside the village to fish and almost slipped into the river.
He was drowned. Fortunately, his fourth uncle who was passing by saw him and brought him back, but his father beat him severely.
She didn't see it. At that time, she was still young and was held in her mother's arms.
When I was seven years old, I went to school.
On the first day of school, I made the beautiful female teacher in the kindergarten class so angry that she cried. At noon, while the teacher was sleeping, I tied two frogs on the teacher’s long braid. With a croak, the teacher was so frightened that the two frogs stood up.
The frog was dangling on the teacher's skirt.
Later, my father took me home and beat and kicked me all the way.
At that time, she seemed to have seen it, and that image seemed to exist in her memory.
Later, my brother finally became honest.
However, when he was nine years old, he destroyed all the roses grown by Grandma Zhang's family in the next village.
The reason is that the nature teacher said that rose flowers can be dried and made into tea.
Later that day, my father, who came home late, took me to a corner and beat me severely.
Can she, a quiet, well-behaved girl, be like her brother?
Fang Xiaoxiao pursed his lips, of course it was impossible.
The biggest impossibility is that although my brother is naughty and loves to get into trouble, he is smart and has good grades.
In the blink of an eye, my brother turned twelve and went to Zhenxi Middle School to attend junior high school. After entering junior high school, my brother seemed to have grown up suddenly and stopped getting into trouble.
He also very considerately said to her in front of her mother: "Little sister, you have to study hard and go to Zhenxi Middle School like your brother. Let's study hard together and make progress every day."
After hearing this, Fang Xiaoxiao smiled and said: OK.
In fact, she didn't want to study at all.
She just wanted to be like Sister Yuanyuan who occupied her aunt's house next door, learn a craft and step on the squeaky pedal.
"The head teacher is looking at you, what are you doing?"
Tablemate Li Wenwen gently pushed Fang Xiaoxiao.
Huh? Fang Xiaoxiao came back to her senses, glanced left and right, looked towards the head teacher, and met the head teacher's gaze...