The next day, I ran for half an hour in the morning, and then returned to the classroom, and it was already past seven o'clock. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At 7:20, Luo Yanmin came to the classroom to inspect and guide the morning reading by the way.

"After Mondays and Wednesdays, read English; Tuesdays and Thursdays, language reading; Friday is currently to be determined, and you may read some knowledge points that you need to memorize in other subjects, or you may only read English or Chinese, but what it is depends on the specific arrangement. ”

After Luo Yanmin explained the rules of early reading, the representative of the Chinese class led the whole class to read early.

Today is Tuesday, so it's natural to read the language.

Then, Luo Yanmin also explained the content of this day's morning reading in more detail, that is:

"Read the first lesson "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha" well and thoroughly."

As soon as Luo Yanmin gave the order, the whole class slowly sounded the sound of reading.

'In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north, and the head of Orange Island. ’

'Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed; The river is clear and transparent, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream. ’

'The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely. ’

……

After so many years, reliving this feeling again made Rococo's face can't help but show a burst of nostalgia, however, when he thinks of being like this every day in the future, Rococo's face can't help but show a trace of bitterness.

"Forget it! Let's resign ourselves to fate! Who made himself a high school student now? ”

With the sound of Lang Lang reading, a picture of Lao Mao standing at the head of Orange Island and chanting poetry and pretending to be forced also slowly unfolded in Rococo's mind. Of course! In order to have a more sense of substitution, Rococo has now changed the protagonist and turned it into her own pretending to be in Orange Island.

……

Luo Yanmin stood in the back row of the classroom, overlooking the class.

Basically, she knows who opened her mouth to read and who didn't.

That's right! She's talking about Rococo!

Only Rococo himself was sitting there with his eyes closed! And the rest of the students are reading seriously.

So in the next second, Luo Yanmin's face changed.

I probably read ten minutes early, every morning in the show, it was 7:45 a.m., Luo Yanmin suddenly walked to the podium, signaled the Chinese class representative to stop, and then clapped his hands at the class.

"That's it! It's time to stop. Luo Yanmin said to the class.

Next sentence:

"Next, everyone took out their pens and paper, and by the way, they covered their books."

As soon as they heard Luo Yanmin say this, many people felt that something bad must happen next.

And sure enough! Then I heard it.

"The next five minutes are dictation time -- the handwriting you just read."

What is written silently -- of course, it is this old Mao's poem "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha".

"I haven't started learning yet, so why do I have to write silently."

"Holy, I just started reading it today."

"All the dictation?"

"Or do you think!"

Below the students are whispering.

"By the way, will you?"

"I know how to yarn, and I'm about the same as you."

"Let me copy it."

"Damn, what's the first sentence?"

Most of the students complained below because they didn't even learn, so they had to write silently. Although Luo Yanmin heard these complaints, he didn't make a reasonable response at all, which can be regarded as the content of the explanation - probably only the next sentence.

"Some people don't read well in the morning, and they go to sleep when they close their eyes. I believe that most of the students in our class are very smart and can still write silently. ”

"Rococo!"

Well!?

Rococo was stunned.

"You come up and be silent on the blackboard and set an example to the class."

Wipe!

When the others heard Luo Yanmin say that, they cast sympathetic glances at Rococo.

This is special, they haven't learned it, how can they be able to write it silently.

When Rococo walked between the two rows of tables, she felt no less than seven or eight pairs of eyes looking at her.

"You're silent on the blackboard."

Rococo walked to the edge of the podium, and before he could stand up, Luo Yanmin handed over a white piece of chalk.

"The squad leader is so miserable!"

"Isn't this funny, it's just started school, and I have to write silently."

"It shouldn't be the old aunt who corrected her."

"Anyway, I can't write it silently."

"Uh...... By the way, can I copy the blackboard? ”

"Why are you so witty?"

Many male students, including a handful of female students, can't help but sneak up on the blackboard when they are not inspired.

It's a pity that the people above seem to have let them down.

And Du Xingtang is estimated to be the most complaining about Luo Yanmin's dictation arrangement in the class.

"! This old woman is brain-dead. Who the could write silently, I immediately cut off my head and let him sit on a stool. ”

Xu Zhaohui's mentality is okay, anyway, whether he writes silently now or later, he will definitely not be able to be silent.

"Write as much as you can, anyway, we are not the only ones who can't be silent."

"Directly copied it!" Du Xingtang.

"You copied it, what if the whole class is silent?" Xu Zhaohui.

"Holy! That's right! But you can't just write nothing, right? Du Xingtang also suddenly woke up.

"So just copy the first two sentences." Xu Zhaohui.

After making up his mind, Du Xingtang aimed at the podium.

"The fat woman can't be silent." Du Xingtang.

"......" Xu Zhaohui.

"But it's not like that, can't you even remember the title? I can remember whether it's 'Qinyuan Spring Changsha' or not. "Du Xingtang.

"......" Xu Zhaohui.

Originally, many people in the class were still quite nervous about this assault dictation, after all, for most students, the teacher's words were holy decrees, no matter how unreasonable this dictation was, but most people still hoped to be able to write the whole word silently. But! Right now! Many people who couldn't be silent at all, after seeing that they couldn't even write the rococo on the podium, they gradually found their psychological balance again. Even, it's not just balance, but suddenly there is a hint of superiority.

"What, it's not that you can't be silent."

"I wrote two sentences anyway, although I don't know if there are any typos."

"Is it 'Independent Cold River', or 'Independent Cold Autumn'? Forget it, no matter what, anyway, no one should be able to really write the whole poem silently. ”

The people below will, they won't, they are basically writing by hand, and none of them are stopping, only on the podium!

Rococo was alone with a piece of chalk and his back to the class, as if he couldn't write a word.

When Luo Yanmin saw this, she sneered in her heart. Poor learning foundation, not good at studying, others read early that you are sleeping, didn't you sleep soundly just now? Some people just have to let her stand up and make a fool of herself before they know what shame is.

"I don't even have to look at the blackboard. Yes, it will, no, it won't. Luo Yanmin said to the class. Immediately afterwards, she pointed out that she was behind her with her mouth, "Some people, the early reading time is not good for early reading, they close their eyes and are sleeping, and once they are spot-checked and silently written, they can't write a word." Don't learn this kind of behavior, it won't do you any good in your future studies. ”

After Luo Yanmin paused, he turned his head again, looked at Luo Coco and continued: "If you can't write it silently, go down, take it as a warning!" ”

If in the previous sentence, everyone still doesn't know who Luo Yanmin is referring to, then after the last sentence is said, it is obvious. Because of the last sentence, Luo Yanmin turned his head directly and said it to Rococo, so this is not for Rococo, who else.

Dare to love, it turns out that this is the case! Many people below suddenly realized. It's all because Luo Coco was just reading and sleeping, so he was suddenly by Luo Yanmin.

"Rub, innocent lying gun."

"So that's what happened!"

"I'm sleeping in the morning, and I don't blame anyone, if you want to blame, you can only blame yourself."

"No wonder I can't write a word."

"I'll just say, Qinyuan Chun, Changsha, **** should be able to remember."

……

"What are you doing standing there! It's okay to go down. Luo Yanmin saw that Luo Coco was still standing on the podium, and she also urged.

But it seems that the more Luo Yanmin said this, the lower Luo Coco's head became, as if he was struggling, unwilling to give up.

The Rococo was still on the podium, the chalk staggering on the blackboard, but now everyone knew that Rococo could not have written it. Because---Rococo just read it early and wasn't reading it at all!

Is it worth pitiful? Not worth the pity! After all, this is Rococo himself.

Merely......

Slowly watching the confrontation between Rococo and the blackboard, many people suddenly felt a little unbearable.

Although Luo Keke is wrong, Luo Yanmin has gone a little too far.

The more aggressive Luo Yanmin is, the more it reflects the pitifulness of Rococo, and the easier it is to arouse the sympathy of some people.

For example, Xu Zhaohui!

If he could, Xu Zhaohui would like to throw a book directly in Luo Yanmin's face - wouldn't people not, would they use this?

And Rococo is here......

Actually, it's not that she can't, but she is reminiscing.

It's just that the memories are so flavorful, and the description of the scenery in the words is as if it really appeared in front of her eyes at a certain moment.

- She's there!

It is a very mysterious state, what Orange Island, Yuelu Mountain, obviously she has never even been to these places, and she has never even heard of it before, but I just don't know why, a real picture, inexplicably appeared in her mind, Rococo doesn't know if what she sees is the real Orange Island, and the real Yuelu Mountain, but at least, now in her mind, that feeling is very real, real, just like she stood there herself, as if even the mountains in the distance, The small details of each tree can be seen. It is this mysterious feeling that makes Rococo not want to break it for a while.

So!

She just stood there dumbfounded, unable to write a word.

But now!

The aftertaste is over!

When I came back to my senses, I realized that I hadn't started to write silently, so I wrote "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha" on the blackboard.

And then, in the surprised eyes of the students......

"In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north, and the orange island is headed. Look at the mountains red all over, and the forests are dyed...... Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat? ”

After Rococo finished writing the name of the word brand, he started from the word "Du" and then "Zhou", completely in one go.

At last! Added a '? After habitually dotting with chalk behind the question mark, he glanced at it roughly, and read it silently in his heart, and then Rococo threw the fan back to the chalk box and happily walked back to his place.

And then......

Luo Yanmin was dumbfounded!

And the whole class was dumbfounded!