"Teacher, you have something to say. Sun Meinu looked like she would not hesitate to go to the black hole to get textbooks.

The teacher black hole is not scary, the big deal is that I call outside the hole and let them throw it out.

"It's your Teacher Dou Qingmo, have you collected all the Chinese homework she assigned?"

"It's all right!" It turned out to be such a small matter, Sun Meinu quickly took out a file bag from the desk drawer and handed it to the teacher with both hands. At the same time, I can't forget to shine a round mirror on the teacher.

The teacher got the treasure and immediately quit.

In the evening, Qing Yimo received the file bag, and put it in his heart to listen to his heartbeat.

When she thought that the student work in the file bag was already beating with her heart, she opened the bag.

This one is Yaya's. My comments were kind of encouraging, but unfortunately she hadn't seen it yet.

This is a return to fortune. He did his homework again. His teacher shouldn't have been me, he should have been a doctor in a mental hospital, and it was inconvenient to talk about it, so I still ignored him.

Actually, it's just to see Tiedan's classmates.

How is it not?

How is it not?

A little green bird painted on the curtain of her house chirped and asked her, "It's been 22 years, and I haven't seen a piece of paper that is so important to you!

Love letters? Are the rubbish words that those men used to send me called love letters? At best, they are called literature of lies, or they are called nonsense.

It turned out that Tie Dan's Chinese composition homework was stolen by Hui Facai.

That day, when the teacher Qingyi Moran heard the loudspeaker shouting, she put down the students' homework and went out to sign in, and when she returned to Facai, she quietly got up and walked to the front of the classroom in four directions. The classmates thought that he was addicted to official addiction and was about to go to the podium to give a lecture again, so they lowered their heads in disgust, afraid that their innocent eyes would meet the obscene gaze of the old flies.

Hui Facai came to the desk of the representative of the language class with the footwork of a big cadre and the posture of inspecting the work.

The beauty hurriedly concentrated on studying, only when the old fly was in front of her, but in another parallel universe, the well water did not interfere with the river water.

Big brother, you must have stepped into a parallel universe, please be confident.

Hui Facai saw that all his eyes were far away, and he secretly screamed in his heart, folded the homework of the iron egg on the front page 6 times, and then held it in the palm of his hand, and returned to his seat with his hands behind his back.

After sitting down, while his table mates were not paying attention, he unfolded the paper and carefully tucked it into a new book.

Don't think that my name is just to get rich, I have the way to get rich in my heart. I want to collect Chen Tiedan's poetry study, and then wait patiently, patiently. When he becomes famous and has a family in the future, I will auction off his poetry work from his freshman year of high school. Boom, the money hit like a big bang.

After being excited for a while, the empty Caixia in his heart dimmed again.

When he becomes a great poet and a great writer, will there still be me? What if one day I am punished for stealing something, and a white cloud falls from the sky and kills me? I heard that there are slingshots in the white clouds, and hail is their projectile.

Let's make it work right away.

After he came home from school in the evening, he took a photo of Tiedan's poems, sent it to the mailbox of a supplement of the Hucheng Evening News at home, and left his own mobile phone number and address, indicating the author's name: Hui Facai. Pseudonym: Iron Egg.