To the one we love the most..........

The goddess in our hearts...... Mr. Wang Lei

The sunlight shone slightly into the window, and a woman stood on the lectern, her eyes containing incomparable anger and hatred, and looked at the more than thirty young boys and girls in their teens. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The woman blinked, and suddenly her obsidian-bright pupils erupted with a rage that she couldn't hold back.

"Don't you take my word for it?"

With that, the woman slammed on the ground, tilted her head, and looked around at the children.

He had a bronze goose-egg face, a pair of thick thick eyebrows on large straight eyes, a collapsed nose bridge under the eyes, and a particularly expressive thin lip under the bridge of the nose: when he was happy, he pouted and grimaced; A small pouting mouth when angry can hang a small oil jug. The words that come out of this mouth can sometimes make you angry and sobbing; Sometimes it makes people laugh and laugh. He also has a small flat head with jet black and shiny.

The boy is Li Xuanlin......

As a party to Li Xuanlin, only he can understand the resentment and poverty and sorrow in his heart.

He had already begun to regret it, and the seeds of regret in his heart seemed to have been given warm water and sunlight, expanding and developing at a rapid pace.

"I ......"

Xuan Lin said slightly, and in a voice that only he could hear, he unfolded his own confession.

However, what answered Li Xuanlin was the sound of Mr. Wang Lei tearing the scroll, and Mr. Wang Lei had a sharp knife in his eyes, tearing the hearts of every student.

Teacher Wang Lei's inner struggle, only she can understand, her inner tenderness and anger collide quickly.

In the end, the angry mind holding the devil's fork took down the gentle goddess who held the ten thousand books in her hand.

The only trace of tenderness left in Mr. Wang Lei's eyes was completely transformed into anger.

"Click"!

Wang Lei was angry in his heart, and the evil god cut off the head of the gentle goddess with a knife, and in reality, Mr. Wang Lei grabbed the Chinese test paper with both hands and pulled it violently.

"No!"

Li Xuanlin's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at the torn dozen test papers.

Li Xuanlin never thought that the scroll that accompanied him for half a year would turn into ashes.

His heart was dripping blood, his heart was torn a small gap, and his spiritual soul seemed to be cut in part.

How much he loves the language papers, and half a year's companionship has long been integrated into his life.

And now, this old partner has left him forever......

No!!!

Li Xuanlin raised her head suddenly, controlled her tears from falling, and looked around at the ground with her pathetic eyes.

"Old friend...... Go all the way! ”

……

……

……

Teacher Wang Lei looked at his watch, waved his hand violently, and left in a dashing manner.

But her back contains a deep vicissitudes of life.

It was a sigh of hatred that iron could not be made of steel.

As soon as the teacher left, the students couldn't control their mouths, but instead of discussing and discussing, they looked at the roll on the ground with grief and indignation.

Their hearts are filled with sorrow

Their hearts are extremely painful.

The teacher's words were like a sharp sword stuck into their hearts

Inserted into their souls......

……

……

……

Teacher, we know it's wrong

You don't know how much we cherish you......

You don't know how much we love you......

Please

Give us another chance......

Give us a ......

Love your opportunity!

Shanghai Xuanting Culture and Entertainment Co., Ltd. is referred to as the starting point of Reading Group, and the starting point of Chinese Network is a signed writer against Shengtianzun.

Changchun City, Jilin Province, No. 52 Middle School Hexing Experimental School eight years and ten classes exhausted Kang Xu

Only represents, all the students in the eighth year and ten classes

Teacher, we love you!

To the one we love the most..........

The goddess in our hearts...... Mr. Wang Lei

The sunlight shone slightly into the window, and a woman stood on the lectern, her eyes containing incomparable anger and hatred, and looked at the more than thirty young boys and girls in their teens.

The woman blinked, and suddenly her obsidian-bright pupils erupted with a rage that she couldn't hold back.

"Don't you take my word for it?"

With that, the woman slammed on the ground, tilted her head, and looked around at the children.

He had a bronze goose-egg face, a pair of thick thick eyebrows on large straight eyes, a collapsed nose bridge under the eyes, and a particularly expressive thin lip under the bridge of the nose: when he was happy, he pouted and grimaced; A small pouting mouth when angry can hang a small oil jug. The words that come out of this mouth can sometimes make you angry and sobbing; Sometimes it makes people laugh and laugh. He also has a small flat head with jet black and shiny.

The boy is Li Xuanlin......

As a party to Li Xuanlin, only he can understand the resentment and poverty and sorrow in his heart.

He had already begun to regret it, and the seeds of regret in his heart seemed to have been given warm water and sunlight, expanding and developing at a rapid pace.

"I ......"

Xuan Lin said slightly, and in a voice that only he could hear, he unfolded his own confession.

However, what answered Li Xuanlin was the sound of Mr. Wang Lei tearing the scroll, and Mr. Wang Lei had a sharp knife in his eyes, tearing the hearts of every student.

Teacher Wang Lei's inner struggle, only she can understand, her inner tenderness and anger collide quickly.

In the end, the angry mind holding the devil's fork took down the gentle goddess who held the ten thousand books in her hand.

The only trace of tenderness left in Mr. Wang Lei's eyes was completely transformed into anger.

"Click"!

Wang Lei was angry in his heart, and the evil god cut off the head of the gentle goddess with a knife, and in reality, Mr. Wang Lei grabbed the Chinese test paper with both hands and pulled it violently.

"No!"

Li Xuanlin's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at the torn dozen test papers.

Li Xuanlin never thought that the scroll that accompanied him for half a year would turn into ashes.

His heart was dripping blood, his heart was torn a small gap, and his spiritual soul seemed to be cut in part.

How much he loves the language papers, and half a year's companionship has long been integrated into his life.

And now, this old partner has left him forever......

No!!!

Li Xuanlin raised her head suddenly, controlled her tears from falling, and looked around at the ground with her pathetic eyes.

"Old friend...... Go all the way! ”

……

……

……

Teacher Wang Lei looked at his watch, waved his hand violently, and left in a dashing manner.

But her back contains a deep vicissitudes of life.

It was a sigh of hatred that iron could not be made of steel.

As soon as the teacher left, the students couldn't control their mouths, but instead of discussing and discussing, they looked at the roll on the ground with grief and indignation.

Their hearts are filled with sorrow

Their hearts are extremely painful.

The teacher's words were like a sharp sword stuck into their hearts

Inserted into their souls......

……

……

……

Teacher, we know it's wrong

You don't know how much we cherish you......

You don't know how much we love you......

Please

Give us another chance......

Give us a ......

Love your opportunity!

Shanghai Xuanting Culture and Entertainment Co., Ltd. is referred to as the starting point of Reading Group, and the starting point of Chinese Network is a signed writer against Shengtianzun.

Changchun City, Jilin Province, No. 52 Middle School Hexing Experimental School eight years and ten classes exhausted Kang Xu

Only represents, all the students in the eighth year and ten classes

Teacher, we love you!