"Bell bell bell ......"

The rapid ringing accompanied by the sound of children seemed to disturb Yang Zhenzhen, who was sleeping soundly, and Yang Zhenzhen frowned slightly.

The bell stopped, and there was no noise, although Yang Zhenzhen was a little puzzled, but he was still lying on the table with his eyes closed, and finally took a lunch break, anyway, it wouldn't be a little different The atmosphere seemed to be a little stuffy, could it be that the company's air conditioner was broken?

This was followed by the familiar music "Eye exercises begin, eyes closed ......"

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Yang Zhenzhen sat up in shock, although his eyes were slightly blurred, but what was the situation in this scene, and then looked at himself, what caught his eyes was the red scarf. Small body, small clothes, small hands and feet.

doesn't care about the red scarf, and even a little strangles. Yang Zhenzhen stood up suddenly and looked around. It's all a group of students, and it's still a primary school student doing eye exercises, the music has been playing, and a passing examiner outside pointed to Yang Zhenzhen, and then made a note in the small notebook.

The little girl at the door walked quickly to Yang Zhenzhen, pointed at Yang Zhenzhen and asked Yang Zhenzhen to sit down quickly, saying something because of Yang Zhenzhen, this week's mobile red flag has no words like this, Yang Zhenzhen looked at the little girl, didn't listen to what the little girl said, her brain was still very chaotic, and this dream was too real. Even Yang Zhenzhen, the face in the dream, could see it clearly, and the little girl in front of her was not the elementary school class leader.

Wow ...... Yang Zhenzhen unconsciously wowed, it was really exactly the same as in his memory, even when he was a child.

"Yang Zhenzhen, if you don't sit down again, when the teacher comes, I'll sue the teacher." ”

The squad leader's words pulled Yang Zhenzhen's thoughts back. The music of eye exercises was put in the third part, because of Yang Zhenzhen, the classmates in the class who loved to watch the excitement all opened their eyes to look at Yang Zhenzhen and the class leader, and some even made trouble, and the sound gradually became noisy.

Yang Zhenzhen looked around, they were all familiar people, and the facial contours were exceptionally clear, not like a dream at all.

"Quiet!" is what the class leader often said in elementary school, and the tone was exactly the same.

The corners of Yang Zhenzhen's mouth slowly opened, Yang Zhenzhen, who lived in the adult world, was a little tired, sitting in a lifeless office every day, filling his ears all day with the sound of keyboards and printers, mechanized work, going to and from work every day, two o'clock and one line. Even on weekends, I have to deal with work matters. After working for several years, Yang Zhenzhen has almost forgotten the feeling of relaxation.

The class leader saw that Yang Zhenzhen was very wrong, and the math teacher stepped into the classroom with the last beat of the eye gymnastics music. Looking at the noisy classroom, the math teacher frowned slightly, and said sternly: "I have come all the way, and there is no class like you now! ”

Xu was frightened by the math teacher, Yang Zhenzhen looked at the math teacher intently, and there was no reaction, just stood stunned.

"Yang Zhenzhen, what are you doing standing?"

Yang Zhenzhen was more afraid of seeing the teacher when she was a child, and since she was a child, she was a child with the teacher's eyes on Chinese, because she was afraid of communicating with the teacher, her grades were not bad, but they were not so good. Medium up and down.

"Huh?"

I was a little stunned, and I was cold and felt by the math teacher that it was really a long time ago. Still so frightened.

"Uh-huh, don't you know it's already class? Sit down!" the math teacher tapped on the lectern table with a wooden ruler.

Yang Zhenzhen sat down and looked around the surroundings again, the old yellowed podium, the blue-black blackboard surface has uneven pits, these small pits, either the result of naughty children playing, or the result of the teacher getting angry.

On the right side of the blackboard is a corner of the book and a bulletin board, piles of homework, a few class awards on the wall, a window without curtains, and a fan when you look up, so you don't have to worry about the fan hitting you. These layouts are all in Yang Zhenzhen's memory, what's the situation?

Yang Zhenzhen looked at the more than fifty children in the class, and then looked at his body, the appearance of a child, and the window reflected his little face that had not grown up when he was a child.

it?

Yang Zhenzhen touched his face and pinched it by the way, it really hurt.

The boy at the front table was laughing at himself, he was so ugly, this familiar little was not Wang Tao. When he was in elementary school, he and Yang Zhenzhen couldn't get along.

looked at the same table again, "Yang Zifan, how old am I." ”

After such a long time, Yang Zhenzhen still remembers the names of some of his classmates in elementary school, Yang Zifan was Yang Zhenzhen's tablemate in the fifth grade, a little honest and honest.

"Huh?" was suddenly asked by Yang Zhenzhen, and he really didn't know how to answer for a while.

"What grade are we now. Yang Zhenzhen asked again.

"Five...... Fifth grade. ”

"Students under the podium, don't whisper, raise your hand to speak if you have any questions, ah, why are some people's grades not good, they just don't listen to lectures. The math teacher said, but didn't turn around, still writing on the blackboard.

"Yang Zhenzhen, are you funny?" Wang Tao turned around and whispered.

"you. "I don't know why, looking at the children, although I know that it is too naïve to see them in general, I still want to be scared.

Yang Zhenzhen's heart beat a little faster, this may be a dream, how can it be true, is it too tired, sleeping too deeply, dreams are so real, I will definitely go to work when I wake up. Yang Zhenzhen lay on the table again, his eyes closed, although Yang Zhenzhen liked this dream very much, but this real feeling made Yang Zhenzhen a little overwhelmed.

I still have a bunch of work waiting for me when I get up, and if I continue to dream, I will be found by the boss and have to deduct the money again.

Thinking about it, drowsiness hit, and his consciousness was a little confused, and he seemed to hear the footsteps of a pair of leather shoes walking towards him.

It's over, this time it's definitely the boss......

Before Yang Zhenzhen could get up, a book knocked on the table, which really startled Yang Zhenzhen.

"Yang Zhenzhen, what's the matter with you today? Sleep in class? Lu Wen! Hang Yang Zhenzhen's name on the blackboard. It's not like words, you stand first, when you're awake, when you sit down. ”

Isn't this the name of her elementary school class leader, her grades have been good since she was a child, and her university is also a famous university, Yang Zhenzhen really admires her.

It's still a familiar elementary school classroom, not an office, no computers, no air conditioning, no keyboard sound. Some are just the sound of the teacher lecturing, elementary school classmates, and the clatter of chalk falling on the blackboard.

Yang Zhenzhen still didn't dare to admit that she didn't want to go back to the carefree time, but she came here suddenly, and she was a little caught off guard, afraid that it would really be a dream in the end.

But I've been standing for about 10 minutes, and I still seem to be calm, my surroundings haven't changed, and the shadow on the window is still the same as when I was a child.

"Come to Yang Zhenzhen, you can do this question. When you get it right, sit down. The math teacher threw the chalk head into the chalk box and clapped his hands. Seeing that Yang Zhenzhen didn't move, he said again: "Come on, what are you rubbing?" ”

Yang Zhenzhen looked at the math teacher, this math teacher's surname is Zhao, and he is the most casual teacher Yang Zhenzhen has ever seen.

I don't have a good impression of this math teacher. When I was in elementary school, I heard the children in the upper grades say that they are stricter teachers and more powerful. Yang Zhenzhen didn't like to listen to his lectures, so his math grades were particularly bad in the fifth and sixth grades of primary school.

Yang Zhenzhen moved his steps, took a white chalk on the stage, glanced at the topic on the blackboard, the surface area of the cuboid and the cube, and then glanced at the topic, which is to calculate the surface area of the cuboid. If you want to talk about mathematics, in fact, sometimes it's quite fun to write, and when Yang Zhenzhen came into contact with geometry, he liked to solve geometry problems very much.

The feeling of holding the chalk made Yang Zhenzhen pause slightly. It's been a long time since I've held chalk, and after I went to high school, it's all whiteboards, and there's no chalk anymore.

Teacher Zhao took a sip of tea and glanced at Yang Zhenzhen, who was standing on the blackboard for a long time without moving.

Yang Zhenzhen is secretly refreshed, this time I am going to be a school bully, I am happy in my heart, this kind of famous scene, Yang Zhenzhen has been fantasizing about it for a long time.

Seeing that Yang Zhenzhen was still not moving, Teacher Zhao was not angry, and spit out a few pieces of tea in his mouth back into the cup and closed the lid. Be prepared to give a good lecture, and this is the consequence of not listening to the new class.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yang Zhenzhen brush and brush on the blackboard to write an explanation.

Yang Zhenzhen felt that this interpretation was a bit weird, so he erased it again and wrote an answer. In less than two minutes, the steps and results are out.

This speed was a bit unexpected by Mr. Zhao, and he coughed dryly, "Okay, let's go down, don't think that if you make it, you can go to class without listening, this is relatively simple, but it's not so simple when you take the exam......"

Therefore, whether you do it yourself or not, what should be counted is still counted.

The teacher continued to lecture in class, and Yang Zhenzhen kept worrying in his heart, is this a return to his childhood?