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I lay on the table, staring at the tiny particles as far as my eye could see, letting them float before my eyes.

The head teacher stood on the podium and painstakingly staged the Chinese class. At that time, there were a lot of Chinese classes, especially in the first and second grades of primary school, and Chinese classes became almost the top priority. Later, when I entered the third grade of elementary school, the English classes offered were a different matter.

Personally, I like English, but I hate English classes. It's as if I hate English teachers and the way English is taught, rather than English itself.

I remember when I was in the first grade of elementary school, I used to sketch a few English words on the papyrus. At that time, I didn't know how to write English words, and I had never heard or even seen the simplest Hello or Hi.

It was only with ignorance and longing that I casually drew the "English blueprint" in my heart.

The innocence and impulsiveness of childhood do have their incomparable magical power, and it is precisely because of the pursuit of English in childhood that I have today's "American Dream"!

"Shenko, it's really the honor of my life to be able to meet you at Harvard!" As I spoke, my tears fell uncontrollably.

Shenko saw that I was crying and hurriedly wiped it for me with his hand. The fluffy bear's paw roamed in the corner of my eye, like a huge coconut warmly caring for the sweet pulp in my body.

I reached out and gently touched the smiling face with a full beard, the length of each hair on which had grown under my meticulous watch.

At this moment, he smiled happily, "I am also honored to be able to accompany my brother to eternity!" ”

"Really? It couldn't be better! Haha......"

"What?! Brother, you deceive my feelings again! See I don't tickle you! With that, he went on the offensive against me.

I thought I couldn't compete with a strong bear like Shenko, so I had no choice but to beg for mercy, "Haha! Don't dare, don't dare...... Let's keep telling stories, and keep telling stories......"

When Shenko saw that I had made a compromise, he adjusted his sitting position again, looked at me with a malicious smile, and said to me, "Okay, I'll spare you for the time being!" Brother, go on! ”

"Hold on?" I was frightened by Shenko's inappropriate wording, so I quickly corrected me and said, "Then you have to make sure to do the four words 'keep to yourself'!" You know? ”

Shenko looked at my righteous words, and deliberately smiled evilly and said, "What is 'keeping to yourself'? Can you eat it? ”

Unexpectedly, Shenke and I pretended to have garlic, so I came to a boat and said to him, "Of course you can eat 'Keeping to yourself', and it is very delicious, I invited you to eat it, haha!" ”

"Hmm...... All right! I've eaten! Tell me about it! "Shenko knows that his mouth is not as good as mine, so most of the time, he doesn't want to argue with me.

In other words, knowing Shenko is already a matter of studying abroad.

Let's get down to business and put our minds back to that small first-grade classroom.

At that time, I was staring intently at the Chinese teacher who was teaching, and her speech and demeanor on the podium all revealed the shadow of Daigo.

This reminds me of Daigo himself, after all, our homeroom teacher is Daigo's mother.

The next moment, I couldn't help but look towards Daigo's location.

Daigo is the tallest in our class in terms of height, and in terms of cross-sectional area, there is no one to compare.

However, what is surprising is that Daigo's position is in the front row in the middle of the class. Not to mention blocking the view of some of his classmates behind him, even I, the diagonal one, could only stare at the back of his head for 4 years.

I really can't compliment that huge back of my head, and the more I look at it, the more I feel "bear"!

Every now and then, I would glance at the back of his head, like some kind of addiction that he couldn't quit, and once he ignored the path he had to take, his subconscious would sound an alarm and force himself to aim at the goal and get on the right track.

"Shenko, you know what? This feeling of self-compulsion is really interesting. I am sharing with you so sincerely, not to prove that I am a voyeur or a masochist in some sense, but to show myself to convey the 'sprout' of the deep level of gayness. Can you understand what I'm talking about? ”

"Understood!" Shenko replied very simply, and then sneered, "Otherwise, what is the purpose of sitting next to you now and patiently listening to you tell these abnormal stories?" ”

"Who knows what you're for?" Actually, I know what Shenko is trying to say, and I'm just deliberately pretending.

Interestingly, Shenko was 100 percent honest, and he looked at me aggrievedly, biting his lower lip unnaturally with his upper teeth, and reluctantly whispered to me, "Not for you!" I'm just here to listen to your crazy and abnormal stories. ”

"Hey, hey." In an instant, I also learned that kind of simple laughter.

To be honest, I didn't listen well to that Chinese class, but was attracted by a huge "spotlight".

The teacher babbles and teaches, and the students below babble and read, and the hearty and crisp sound of reading is mixed with the strong fragrance of books, which diffuses the air and infiltrates the body and mind of every young person present.

From pinyin, to literacy, to reciting simple poems, the mother tongue of Chinese is accumulated step by step.

I reveled in it and slowly fell in love with playing "word games".

In class, I not only relax but also indulge myself. More importantly, I could see the huge back of the head that I had been longing for.

I don't know how long this kind of obsessive gaze will last, but even if I have a second, I will continue that second until I graduate from elementary school.

In the last 10 minutes of the Chinese class, the head teacher announced a "school notice" to everyone.

She held a document and solemnly read, "Since we are the first batch of primary school freshmen, the school aims to create a good teaching environment and enhance the learning atmosphere. Next week, the school leaders will inspect the learning situation of our first-year students, class hygiene, board newspapers and other aspects. ”

Since I was still a primary school student at that time, I did not understand the various professional words in that document in detail, except for the words added by the head teacher.

She suddenly raised her voice and ordered Dawu, Feng Qianyu, and me, "This week, the head of the class must indeed assign the sanitation task; The morning reading is organized by Feng Qianyu, a member of the study committee, and there will be morning reading every morning in the future; Finally, there is the problem of the board report on the back blackboard, which is fully handed over to Hu Xiaotian! Did you three hear that? ”

"I heard you!" The rest of the class was silent, except for the three of us.

Since then, I have really realized that propaganda members are not so easy to be a commissar.