Queqiao picked up his schoolbag and ran all the way to school, finally not being late.
Confession, this is how the teacher writes his name on the blackboard.
There was a lot of yawning under the podium, and Mammoth drew a picture of the teacher in his notebook.
Starting from you, the confession teacher asked everyone to introduce themselves, including their hobbies. Jiang Tang stood up and said: Gender: Men like women.
Ruan Song volunteered to become the representative of the physical education class. All 57 pairs of eyes in the class looked at Magpie Bridge. The teacher gently patted her shoulder. From today on, you are the representative of the Chinese class.
Farah was the first to run out of the classroom after class. His schoolbag was unzipped. Queqiao looked at his back with his mouth wide open.
Al slapped the book and threw it on Farah's desk, yours. After saying that, he walked away. After school, Hua Ze carefully watered the potted plants in the classroom.
The Laughing Cat used his left hand, and the Laughing Bird raised his right hand high.
"You make rock, I make paper." Rock-paper-scissors.
Jiang Xiaoxiao has been watching the battle for 5 minutes. From the end of get out of class, the two of them started hurting each other. One slap for you and one for me. The loser came up and slapped each other.
Melunpo put the math book on the extracurricular book and read it with gusto, but he didn't know that this was an English class. Under the majesty of the smiling fat angel Rong, he was beaten to death.
"Let parents come to school tomorrow."
Al passed by the bookstore last night and found a good book that moved him to pieces. The title of the book is "A Hundred Years of Confession". The content of the book is:
In a famous college, there are fanatical suitors every year pursuing the beautiful female teachers who teach there. Faced with all kinds of confessions, the female teachers reject them one by one and remain unmoved. They devote everything to the cause of education.
Even after a hundred years no one has been able to impress the ladies there.
Al said: It's so romantic. If a boy pursues me like this for 100 years, I will reject them without hesitation. How thick-skinned are boys?
The smile on Qin Ming's face instantly stiffened when he walked into Aier.
Al, is something wrong? Qin Ming said with a stiff face, no, I just want to recommend this book to you. One Hundred Years of Solitude...