After school that day, I hurriedly ran to the outside of Yiren's class to wait for her, and my eyes cast my eyes on the rows of seats, trying to find the pink schoolbag as soon as possible.

Phew, I finally found it, I wanted to ask her to come home from school together, but when I looked, there was a dark blue schoolbag next to it, which took my place.

I wondered in my heart, who wants to go home with the Yiren? Confused, I found another seat, put down my bag, and sat down in another empty seat in their class to wait for her.

After a while, I saw a tall, handsome boy walk past him and say, "Joey, you can't go." ”

Yiren's expression was as happy as a flower, and she had such a cute side to her, who had always been shy. Xu Chong sat alone and stared at Yiren and Xu Chong stupidly. My heart is full of indescribable tastes.

Yiren sat in his seat and was still writing the problems that he didn't understand in today's math class, dragging his head with one hand and looking sad.

I was amused by her expression and movements, and secretly laughed, and was about to ask him if he needed help explaining to him, when Xu Chong walked up to him and grabbed his pen directly into his hand.

Yiren looked at him with stupid eyes, and I suddenly felt good in my heart. Ito looked at him with tenderness and sweetness in his eyes.

Xu Chong chatted with the Yiren while lecturing on the topic, this kind of question will have to think backwards in the future, and the positive direction will not work, you can change your way of thinking and talk in great detail.

Do you think this is easier to accept? Xu Chong looked at Yiren and said.

Yiren dragged his hand and responded: "Yes." ”

Yiren didn't listen carefully just now, and only cared about admiring Xu Chong. Wang Yuhao saw it clearly from the side.

Iren, I shouted. Wang Yuhao looked at Yiren impatiently, his heart was full of vinegar, and he was full of hostility towards Xu Chong.

Come over here. Wang Yuhao screamed countless times.

Yiren seemed to be deaf and couldn't hear anything, but he could only hear Xu Chong's tender words.

Wang Yuhao looked at Xu Chong angrily, turned his head to look at Yiren and said, "Come over here." ”

It's as if I've overlooked something.

I walked over, Wang Yuhao roared with a dark face, "It's so late, I can't go home." ”

Yiren was in a hurry, what do you care about me, and his mood was suddenly very low by Wang Yuhao's anger.

Wang Yuhao realized that he was talking too loudly, and lowered his head embarrassedly, looking like a child admitting his mistake, and muttered: "I, I called you many times and you didn't respond to me, am I in a hurry?" ”

I nodded reluctantly and said, "I'm sorry, I really didn't hear you."

Although I said this on my mouth, my heart was still sour, and it was really uncomfortable. Wang Yuhao couldn't say anything after listening to Yiren's explanation.

However, be a little more tolerant, I've lectured on the topic to the Iraqi people many times, and there is no shortage of asking others to talk to her again. It's okay! I soothed myself in my heart. Wang Yuhao comforted himself and said.

In fact, when I saw the girl I liked talking and laughing with other boys, and being alone in the same small space, I really wanted to cry and vent my depression. But I still tried my best to hold back, but I was just a transfer student who had just been transferred, so what did I care?

I'm so familiar with Joy that it's only been a few days since he came here and wants to take my place in the hearts of the Joy people, which is unlikely. Wang Yuhao thought alone and said silently in his heart.

Alas, I never imagined that one day I would be jealous, and to be honest, it tastes really uncomfortable. Wang Yuhao rubbed his heart, and looked at Yiren in the distance uncomfortably.

Seeing Wang Yuhao's face drop suddenly, he immediately said goodbye to Xu Chong and walked out of the school with Wang Yuhao.

Because the two families are relatively far away, the two of them followed for a while and then separated.

Wang Yuhao walked home step by step with extremely heavy steps. His eyes filled with tears. But thinking that Yiren finally listened to him and followed him out obediently, after thinking about it, he was not sad again.

The sky in late autumn is unusually solemn and refreshing, after the evening self-study school, the sky is dark, which makes people feel very mysterious, and there are a few stars in the high sky, which makes people guess: where have the other stars gone?

On the way home, Yiren couldn't help but sigh: "I love late autumn, this refreshing sky, and this season with a hint of coolness!" ”

I couldn't help but laugh all night, and no one could see what was wrong with me, only that I was happy.

Unconsciously, it was late autumn, and the morning wind became sluggish, and the autumn wind was blowing.

I hummed a small tune and happily walked on the way to school, greeting everyone I saw on the way.

The aunt who sold steamed buns smiled when she saw me: "Girl, what is the happy event so happy, tell your aunt about it, let her be happy." ”

Yiren smiled and said, Auntie, you are so beautiful.

The aunt who sold the buns smiled and said, "Your little mouth is so sweet, it's as sweet as honey." ”

Oh, Auntie, I'm very honest about what you say. Laughing and laughing, I ran off into the distance.

The autumn wind blows coolly, and the trees on the campus sometimes sway with the wind; sometimes standing still; From time to time, a few poor leaves fell from the branches. However, these do not affect the charm of the greenery in late autumn. The flowers on campus are still blooming, and the bees are still busy collecting nectar, and there are many bees flying around the flowers, looking for which one is better.

As soon as I entered the campus, as usual, I still saw the familiar back fluttering at the gate of the campus. One guess is Wang Yuhao.

Wang Yuhao, the big fat man walked up. Iren said with a grin.

How do you know it's me. Wang Yuhao looked at me innocently and said.

Except for you, who still has leisure and elegance, and has nothing to do every day, walking at the school gate. Yiren said boringly.

Looks like you know me. Wang Yuhao said complacently.

What do you know? Coming away, late, big fat man. Iren said with a sigh of relief.

Talking and talking and seeing that I'm going to be late, let's go, Joey. Wang Yuhao said while dragging me.

The two of them rushed to the classroom panting, and the report made everyone look up to the sky and laugh.

Since it was the next class, the sound was a little louder, and most people could hear it.

I immediately ran to my seat. Touching his chest with one hand, he sighed with the other.

There was a familiar voice in my ears, what's wrong with you, like you ran over in a 100-meter sprint. Zhang Jasmine leaned on the table, twisted her head slightly, and said softly.

It's okay, it's okay. Sit down. The teacher will be here in a moment. Yiren said anxiously as if she was afraid that someone would see her like this.

I understand, I understand, you are careful, alas. Zhang Jasmine squinted and said with a smile.

Don't say it, I don't want Xu Chong to see my blushing and heartbeat-heart-pounding expression.

Jasmine Zhang didn't continue to question me. I'm at ease.

With the crisp bell ringing, the students sat down in their seats one after another, this class is a Chinese class, and it is also my favorite class.

When the teacher came, he turned on the computer and the projector, and the names of several ancient poems appeared on the screen, and the old Chinese professor suddenly spoke: "Give everyone ten minutes to write these poems on the screen silently, and I will find someone to write them silently on the blackboard in a while." As soon as the words ended, everyone immediately started to move, and the classroom was silent, except for the sound of the tip of the pen sliding on the paper.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and the teacher said, "Now I ask my classmates to go to the blackboard and write silently, it should be fine." ”

Everyone was very nervous, not knowing if they were writing it right, especially Sun Jinbo, who basically didn't write it silently, hoping that the teacher would not call his name.

At this time, the teacher walked back and forth in the class, occasionally looking at the silent writing on the students' notebooks, and suddenly, the teacher called the names of the two students and asked them to come up and write silently on the blackboard.

After they finished writing, the teacher asked everyone, "Students, do you think they are writing silently?" ”

Everyone was talking nonsense, some said that the word teacher was written incorrectly, some said it was wrong, and some said it was short. There was a commotion in the class, and the teacher motioned for us to be quiet, and then showed the correct writing of these poems on the screen, and explained the background of the poem step by step, so that we could have a deeper understanding of what the poet was thinking and thinking in that situation at that time.

Time passed minute by minute, and the class ended happily.

I really enjoyed the Chinese class, and every time I went to class, I felt like I was relaxing, listening to the Chinese teacher's explanation word by word, as if I had returned to the era of the poet.

The Chinese teacher didn't look at her with gray hair, but she looked like a famous orator when she spoke class.

The eyes of the students were firmly fixed on the head of the old Chinese professor, listening to his colorful speech, everyone was sometimes surprised, sometimes nervous, sometimes frowned, and sometimes laughed.

Jingle bell, the bell rang for the end of class, and the students did not rush out of the classroom door like wolves as usual. Instead, I quietly listened to the teacher's colorful speech.

I listened very intently. I have the idea that I can become a Chinese teacher in the future.

This idea made me more inclined to read and write in the days that followed.

Hugo once said; "A life without ideals is an unhappy life." If a person lives in the world, if he does not have ideals and does not strive for them, then his life is imperfect. Because he has no goal, no pursuit.

And at this moment, I have to look at the back of the Chinese teacher, which is so tall and attractive. At this moment, my dream is even stronger, to become a teacher like a Chinese teacher in the future. I said righteously.

Jasmine Zhang couldn't help but laugh out loud when she looked at my serious appearance.

What to laugh at? Yiren asked suspiciously.

No, you're right. Zhang Jasmine still looked at me and said with a face.

"Zhou Yi" has clouds: Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement. May we also keep fighting, fighting, and working hard in this spirit. After receiving the baptism of reality, take the fruits of your dreams. At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the surroundings.

I turned my head and saw that it was Xu Chong, which was incredible. Because he doesn't usually participate in discussions between us girls. It may be that when I talk about my dreams today, I can't help but say a few more words. Yiren thought to himself.

Xu Chong is right, I agree with you. The Yiren immediately pandered.

After school that day, Yiren walked out of the class with Xu Chong, and at this time, Wang Yuhao, who was standing at the door, looked at this pair, and he was in and out of the class all day long, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Yiren stared at me Xu Chong intently, and didn't see me Wang Yuhao standing in the corner waiting for him, so he didn't think of Wang Yuhao.

On this day, Wang Yuhao saw this situation, turned around and left without saying a word.

Wang Yuhao was jealous. Zhang Jasmine looked at Wang Yuhao who was standing outside the door and made a gesture.

Wang Yuhao didn't pay attention to Zhang Jasmine, didn't say a word, and left when he got it.