Sun Qiong suddenly said this, which startled me and Zhao Min.

"Hell, where did you come from, and there was no sound at all?"

"Didn't you make me squeak, haha! It's not that I don't say it, it's that SZ said that I want to tell you personally. ”

"You're done squeaking, aren't you? Zhao Min said to Sun Qiong.

"Hurry up after the 'squeak', the next child is not suitable." I continued Zhao Min's words.

"Oops!" It's still a familiar feeling.

"Wait a minute, Sun Qiong, you go back to the class and call He Qiu to let him come here, just say I'm looking for him."

"Okay!" Sun Qiong responded while pointing at me with his index finger, then pouted, and then turned around and ran away.

After Sun Qiong walked away, Zhao Min continued: "Sun Qiong, isn't it quite humorous! Why did Zheng Jie say that it was boring to be with him? ”

At this time, a golden sunset happened to shine on the left side of Zhao Min's face, and I was stunned for a while, and my memory suddenly returned to the last time I bought goldfish in the flower and bird market......

"Hey! Have you seen enough? Look at the money again!" Zhao Min shook his hand in front of my eyes and said, "Everyone has given away flowers, and you also "squeak", master?" ”

"Oh! I didn't expect you to be quite popular, I thought it would rot in my hands!" With that, I jumped away.

"Don't be poor, he's coming." After speaking, Zhao Min came over and took the initiative to take my hand.

When I turned my head to look, I saw a fleshy fellow, rushing towards this direction at a speed of at least a hundred miles per hour, and suddenly stopped again, paused, and continued this way. I secretly thought: Okay, buddy, this tonnage can also be said to stop, and the brakes are good.

"He's what a hate." Zhao Min said softly, his gaze did not turn to He Qiu.

I let go of Zhao Min's hand and turned my back to He Qiu, then raised my hands to hold Zhao Min's face and asked, "Min, can I kiss you?" Seeing that she didn't speak, he turned his head sideways and kissed her. Zhao Min was stunned for a moment, but did not stop me.

"Get out of the way!" Zhao Min pulled my hand away, stroked his hair behind his ear and said, "He's gone, I didn't see it, you're still good at acting?" ”

Although it was a borrowed position, I didn't really kiss it, but at that time, there was still a deer in my heart bumping around, red and hot, and I almost kissed it.

However, I regretted that I didn't kiss just now, scratched my head and said, "If I hadn't been in a hurry and added a kiss scene temporarily, would the second senior brother be able to believe it, and walk away silently?" ”

"Hehe, second senior brother, are you a sand monk or a monkey?"

"Under the Supreme Treasure, Miss Zixia, can you borrow the Ziqing Sword in your hand to take a look."

"Look at your size, I don't like monkeys, bye-bye, you."

At this time, Zhao Min was completely bathed in the sunset, and at this moment in the screenshot of my eyes, people were more delicate than flowers, and the moon season and chrysanthemums next to him completely became a virtual scene that set off the portrait. It's like the shot used in the movie to show the protagonist's good memories of the past, and the background is this reluctant sunset yellow.

I was in a trance again, and stepped forward and hugged Zhao Min at the moment when she was about to turn away.

When his eyes met and he gasped slightly, Zhao Min closed his eyes slightly and slowly raised his chin. I couldn't hold back the urge in my heart anymore and kissed it affectionately......

Jingle Bell ......

I was startled, and I came to my senses in an instant, turned around and ran quickly towards the classroom. The cold wind blew on his face and poured it straight into his heart, blowing out the fire that was about to move just now.

Yes, nothing happened, because the affectionate kiss was just a conjecture of my desire to suppress it.

Before I could return to my seat, the math teacher, Lu Feifei, hurriedly walked into the classroom with a test paper in a suit and leather shoes, with a shiny two-eight-minute head (as if he had just been licked by a dog, in Zhu Miao's words).

After standing still, Mr. Lu pulled up the cuff on the right side, then picked up the blackboard and wiped it on the edge of the table on the right side of the lectern, calmed down the commotion caused by his arrival, and said:

"Let's be quiet, put aside the homework at hand, take out the test paper from the last test, and use this self-study class to talk to you."

Then he held the test paper in his left hand and chalk in his right hand, and wrote on the blackboard while saying, "Let's look at the first question, I have talked about this question 800 times, and there are still a lot of people who are wrong......

Regarding the fact that the last self-study class before dinner was occupied by the teacher, although we have long been accustomed to it, we should still be booed, but there is no confidence, just a kind of helplessness.

It's like the food in the cafeteria can fill your stomach, if you have to feel something, it's hypocritical. As long as Teacher Lu doesn't finish the next extracurricular activities, he will be Amitabha.

When it comes to the skill of occupying and delaying classes, although most teachers are very good at it, the most proficient is Chen Jianguo, a geography teacher who emerged from the "Battle for the Poet King".

After a fierce debate, our teacher Chen won the title of "King of Poetry" by virtue of the number of people who won the title of "King of Poetry". As soon as this title was introduced, it was a mess.

Later, even Mr. Chen himself knew, but he laughed at himself in class, "'King of Poetry' really scared me, I think it should be called 'Shi Chen', I was originally Teacher Chen!"

I thought to myself: Shi Chen, it's not as appropriate as "Poetry Chen", poet Chen Jianguo, how good! However, many years later, it was discovered that the poet could not even compare with the students who memorized the poems, let alone the teacher who was high up in the pulpit. Mr. Chen was indeed prescient.

"King of Poetry" Mr. Chen is the kind of person who can delay until the class bell rings and is reluctant to leave, and often needs to be reminded by the teacher who is in class behind him, and then he smiles and says that he will not leave until the end of the class.

If his class happened to be before the self-study class that Teacher Lu was occupying now, then he would never leave without using the extracurricular activities after this self-study class. Before leaving, I don't forget to say:

"Take a closer look at what I just said."

If you meet Teacher Chen's extraordinary performance. It can also leave a small half of our self-study class.

But most of the time, he will not leave, but will keep his hands behind his back, holding the test paper or book in his left hand, and his right hand, which is attached to a layer of chalk dust, will keep tapping the test paper or book in his left hand with his reverse joint, and go around the classroom in circles as if he were supervising an exam.

Another characteristic of Mr. Chen is that he has to wipe the blackboard at least once in each class. If you're careful enough to sit on the side of the aisle. As he walks past you, you'll notice that his thumb, index finger, and middle finger are clearly dented by chalk as he writes.

In view of his good chalk handwriting, I also gave him the nickname "Uncle Xiu" at that time

"Show Book". Personally, I think it is much more poetic than the nickname "King of Poetry", but it has always been pressed by the "King of Poetry". I haven't had any popularity.

What I still remember about Mr. Chen is that when he was writing on the board, he would always raise his right hand holding the chalk from time to time, scratch his short gray hair with the reverse joint of his thumb, and then continue writing.

His hair has always been a true portrayal of our geographical achievements - white flowers.

Later, I had a dream in which Mr. Chen's hair turned into chalk, and when he wrote a board book, he would always break off a piece from his head from time to time......

"Smack!" With the sound of a book slapping on the desk, the eyes of the whole class should have been drawn to it.