Maybe it's always fast to get busy.

Lin Ran did work harder than before. Especially when she put the wish sticker of "Wuda" on the back wall, she was excited.

As long as you try to stand on your tiptoes, you will definitely be able to get it.

Lin Ran was convinced of his abilities.

It's as if she is as convinced of her relationship with Zhu Chengzhuang.

She was still persistently folding the stars, which was already the size of half a small box. But she hadn't counted how many there were, and anyway it was far worse than 999.

The letter between him and Zhu Chengzhuang has never stopped, but sometimes there are few words, sometimes there is only one line, and sometimes halfway through the words, leaving a sentence "It's time to copy notes" and it ends hastily. But no matter how many words he counted, whether he was clear or scribbled, every word he wrote made her happy. When I was tired, I took out a letter and read it, folding it back and forth, and some of it was so worn out that I couldn't bear to look at it directly. But looking at the large and small pieces of paper in the diary, she was still happy.

She is also working on math problems relentlessly.

After rational analysis, she thought that she could put aside physics and focus on mathematics for a while. It is possible to do well in mathematics, but you can't learn physics.

She was halfway through a math workbook. Half of the notebook was also sorted out for the problem solving ideas, but the results still did not improve.

Qi Bing still took the trouble to teach her physics problems and math problems. Still trying to copy her chemistry notes.

Zhu Chengzhuang was still working hard as before, Lin Ran was standing by the window and looking at the oblique back, he was immersed in writing.

It seems that all the people are walking silently. According to the original path or have already changed the route.

Alone

But he was never alone.

Class 18 received more and more praises, and the head of the department next door would also show his rare smile when he came in.

All the teachers on the fifth floor rekindled hope in this group of children who had been chaotic, the English teacher laughed more and more, and the math teacher was willing to stay in this classroom for a while and talk about one more way to solve the problem.

Everyone is in the midst of such changes, but few people pay attention to such changes.

But this group of people is still naughty, still jumping out, and still the most noisy class in the entire upstairs.

But it's no longer the worst one.

Gradually, everyone also discovered that the head teacher was not as vicious as he had heard at the beginning of the school year, he was cute, respectable, and amiable.

He will count the birthdays of everyone in the class, organize the whole class to celebrate their birthdays on the night of their birthdays, ask the group leader to prepare PPT for them, ask his friends to write him what they want to say and blessings, and sing him birthday songs together with the class.

At that time, he would stand quietly at the back door and watch these people laugh and make a fuss.

The boy who had the first birthday received two pomegranates that he had picked from the schoolyard with his own hands.

There is no cake, no candles, but they are just as happy and touching.

He sometimes had leg pain during class.

But he rarely sits on the podium and lectures. That day, it hurt so much that he propped his hands on a girl's desk and didn't dare to move, and the girl stood up to give him a seat, but he didn't want to.

He said that this is respect for the podium, respect for his classmates, and respect for himself.

He does not have the same elegance and literature as other Chinese teachers, but he has his unique humor.

Perhaps that was the most unique gift that life and experience had left him.