Chapter 10: The Sleeping God

After talking about these sub-courses, let's talk about my main course, mainly in the literature class, sometimes I also think about what I have to learn in Chinese, that is, those texts, just one story after another, what is there to learn, and what is the use of those classical Chinese, what time is it now, who is still the one who cares, who has nothing to say a classical Chinese, and the dialogue with him has to have good language skills to translate by himself, otherwise even the conversation will be a problem.

As long as the teacher didn't find out, I would help my stomach and then leave the class.

But I, the Chinese teacher, was so responsible, I tried everything I could to keep me awake in class, and I was punished for standing, and let the classmates at the back table use the table to push me up with the desk, but it didn't work.

In the end, the teacher really ran out of options, so he slowly gave up on me and told me to get up, but it was all over again.

。 It's English in the down.,The class teacher's class.,It stands to reason that the head teacher has to give a little face.,Hehe,I also remember.,But I'm really sleepy.,I remember the most clearly.,English early reading.,I slept early in the morning.,The book is wet.。

This is all sued to my mother in the end, of course, this is a later story. So think about it, how can I learn well?

I was also nicknamed Sleep God by my classmates who went home with me, and we had a section along the way, and during the time I was riding, I often rode with my head in my hands, slowly, and he gave me a word of Sleep.

Maybe it's a habit, but I'm sleepy more than normal people until now. Now it's more about sleeping irregularly, and staying up late at night is more serious.

In a blink of an eye, I have been in this school for two months, and I should take the exam this month. The first monthly exam, 19 people, more than 5 people in the class, listening to the noun is not low, but the test is really poor, after the results come out, I am also a little cute, but I still have to explain to my parents when I go home, my mother saw that the results were approved overnight, and you took the test with so much money.

Hey, I sighed secretly, but how could my mother understand my state of school, just like the protagonist of the elementary school text "The Little Scribe" in order to reduce his father's burden, secretly helped his father do the copying work at night, but my father didn't know, just criticized.

At that time, it was in that state, but we are embarrassed to say, after all, it costs a lot of money to go to which school. But then I did realize this problem, try to restrain my own sleep, study hard for two months, the final midterm exam 13th, my mother's parent-teacher meeting, look at my math test paper my mother also found that I added more than 10 points, and I was looking for a teacher after finishing the job, it's okay not to look for it, this look, the teacher told my mother all the things I usually sleep.

After the parents came back, this time I didn't say anything about the grades, just a sentence, why do you sleep in class, your teacher strongly reacted that you love to sleep in class, you can fall asleep in the morning, how sleepy it is, I still stick to my face, occasionally occasionally, this is not far from school, rest on time in the future, never sleep in class.

After that, it was said that the math was less than 10 points for you, and after making up for it, it was 8th. I didn't care, in the end, the teacher still found me, gave me those scores, and then encouraged, arrange your work and rest time, don't always sleep in class.

Life is like this, bear your own suffering, get tired yourself, and bear it yourself. I'm still the same sleeper I used to be, and I've always liked to sleep.