"No, I'll go back to class later." Nineteen Nian smiled bitterly.

She actually didn't want to go back to class at all, and in her heart, she was fully prepared to escape.

It's just that the dance teacher suddenly asked her this, and she didn't want to admit it.

After listening to her answer, the dance teacher patiently persuaded her: "Child, go to class honestly, don't hold grudges with me, don't get along with yourself, you should continue to attend class." ”

Nineteen Nian nodded, and promised well, but when the dance teacher and the piano teacher stood in the dance room and talked, she ran faster than anyone else.

As soon as the smoke slipped away, it was gone, but fortunately, the piano teacher did not check the number of people in the class at that time.

After class, the school playground was so quiet, only the street lights flickered faintly and not very brightly.

She held two books in her arms, bowed her head and strolled silently on the playground, the small row of offices downstairs in the training room had been closed, and there was no one on the campus, only her, wandering sadly.

She walked lightly up the stairs, past someone's classroom.

She saw that the classroom next to her was brightly lit, and the next class was having an English class, and the sound of their class teacher holding the microphone and speaking was heard outside.

“whatitis……”

“havea……”

When these English words came from the class next to her to Nineteen Nian's ears, she just wanted to scold: Go to its dance class! Fuck！

When she looked into their class, the teacher in their class happened to turn her head to look at her as well.

She immediately quickened her pace and quickly passed in front of their class.

Fu Feng, who was sitting on the windowsill, suddenly turned his head for some reason, and through the glass, he seemed to see a very familiar shadow swaying past him.

When he turned his head to look out again, it was pitch black outside, and he saw nothing but the towering camphor tree in the playground.

Fufeng rubbed his eyes, he always felt weird, where was it! He couldn't tell.

He patted Ye Nan's arm, his eyes have always been better than him.

"Did you just see a man passing by outside?"

Ye Nan was frightened: "People? Is there anyone out there? Don't scare me. ”

I don't know if it's forgotten. Fufeng lowered his head and began to be silent, and the next second, he took out the ink of a fountain pen from the pencil case, and after that, he opened the disposable ink and poured all the ink inside into his own hands.

Then he raised his right hand.

"Ending with s, x, sh, ch; Ending with the consonant letter + y, changing y to i and adding es......" The English teacher, who was busy lecturing, did not notice the movement of Fufeng raising his hand at all.

It was a long time before he noticed.

"What's wrong?"

Fufeng waved his hand, "The pen is leaking." ”

"Go out and wash." Before the English teacher could finish speaking, Fufeng ran out of the classroom.

The English teacher shook her head helplessly and muttered, "Hey, today's children."

After leaving the classroom, he didn't wash his hands at all, but took out the toilet paper he had prepared in advance and wiped the ink on his hands.

Although the ink on your hands can't be wiped off with just toilet paper, Fufeng doesn't need it to be clean, as long as you make sure that the ink doesn't get on your clothes.

He was not mistaken just now, it seems that ...... No, it's not like it anymore, that shadow is indeed someone he is familiar with.

Whether it's the footsteps or the shadows, it's very much like her.

This class, the people he was familiar with, out of her, and who else. 100 Literature

He stood at the door of their classroom, the door that had been locked had been opened, and he reached out to push it open.

In the end, he still didn't open the door.

He stood quietly in front of the window at the door of their class, silently watching her.

A few tall poplar trees stand tall in the playground, and the street lights in the school yard shine through the windows and into the classrooms.

Occasionally, the dark classroom is lit up with sparkling lights.

He saw her lying in front of his seat, crying helplessly, and although he could not hear her, he could feel her sadness; He saw that she would wipe her eyes with her sleeve from time to time, he touched his coat pocket, took out half a pack of toilet paper, he wanted to push the door in and bring her a pack of toilet paper, hesitated for a long time, and finally did not go in.

At this time, he is nothing, he seems to be nothing, let alone helping.

He didn't know why she was suddenly back in class; I don't know why she skipped class; I don't know what happened to her, she would be so sad. He didn't know anything, and now he went in to add to the blockage.

Nineteen Nian, who was sitting in the classroom, saw a person standing outside the window, she covered her head, and she didn't even dare to move.

She thought he was the teacher who checked the class, and she thought that she would be named and then notified and called for the reason that she was stranded in the classroom for class.

She wondered what she had done wrong tonight, why she was so unlucky, it wasn't a big deal to be criticized in dance class, and even when she went back to the classroom, she asked the teacher to check the class.

She deliberately lowered her head, crying and praying that the teachers who were in the class would not see her.

Ten minutes later, she turned her head and looked out the window again, where there was no one there.

She pulled the bench under the table and sat down on the floor with her knees crossed, she took a glass of water from the drawer and took a sip of water.

Fufeng stayed outside for a long time and returned to the classroom, his hands still covered with ink, because he hadn't washed his hands at all.

When the English teacher saw his ink-stained hands, she became suspicious, wondering if he had skipped class to go around the playground, and that it would take him so long to wash his hands?

As soon as he entered the classroom, the English teacher told him to stand at the door of the classroom and not to enter the classroom first.

Fufeng stood at the door of the classroom in a daze, accepting the English teacher's questioning.

"What did you just go out for?"

"Wash your hands." He raised his ink-stained hand.

"How long can you wash your hands?" The English teacher didn't believe it at all.

Fu Feng put down his hand and said disappointedly, "The faucet in front of the corridor has stopped water." ”

Looking at his disappointed expression, the English teacher almost believed his nonsense.

"Shouldn't you come back early when the water stops? How could it be delayed for so long. ”

"I thought it was just a simple lack of water, and after a while the water came, so I just waited next to it."

The English teacher has nothing to say about this reason.

"Come in. The next time the water is cut off, go back to class as soon as possible, don't wait. ”

Today's children, IQ is really worrisome. The English teacher shook her head and continued with the lesson.

Fufeng returned to his seat and sat down.

"Do you need wipes?" Ye Nan reached out and took out a small packet of wet wipes from the drawer and put it on his desk.

"Thank you." Fufeng took out a wet towel and wiped the ink from his hands.

"No thanks." He said, "The next time you pour ink on your hands, just ask me to borrow wet wipes, and don't go out to wash your hands if you can." They were all laughing at you just now, you know? ”

Fu Feng was not alarmed: "Just laugh, laugh, anyway, I don't understand, what's ridiculous." ”

"Then you can do it yourself." Ye Nan continued to raise his head to listen to the lecture.