"You write your own questions first, and I'll go to the next class to take a look." (6) The Chinese teacher of the class had a fiery temper, and walked out quickly as soon as the chalk was lost.

After a distance, she saw the teacher of class (4) who was also walking this way, and the two of them, who had always had a bad temper, had a tacit understanding at this time, and walked to the front door of class (5) together to knock on the door, but their hands were stopped before they touched the door panel.

"Teacher Wang and Teacher Li, you two are quite lenient? Don't you have to study at night in class? ”

Lao Liu is a skinny teacher in school, plus that face is already serious, and when he speaks with a straight face, the two female teachers can't hold back a complete sentence for a long time, "You... Your class..."

"What's wrong with our class? Wouldn't it be possible for the students in our class to exchange feelings before parting? ”

Lao Liu fully demonstrated his unforgiving poisonous tongue skills, and gambled that the two thin-skinned female teachers were red-faced for a while, and finally had to stomp their feet back to class.

Lao Liu stood at the door, and then lit a cigarette unhurriedly. He didn't cry because he didn't have the same passionate emotions as those fleshy men. But in the same way, he didn't laugh because he didn't feel very comfortable.

He just stood quietly outside the door and didn't go in.

Through the curtains, he saw beams of light inside, the laughter of the children mixed with the faint sound of gasping came deep into his ears, Lao Liu's hand holding the cigarette was a little shaky, he lowered his eyelids, and then snuffed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash, and finally brewed a sigh.

It's only a matter of time before Feng Li leaves.

Although it was a year ahead of schedule, it was still in his expectations. After all, this kid not only has a smooth and bright star journey, but also has an impeccable academic excellence!

What a ghost!

in the classroom.

Feng Li was so stunned that he couldn't speak, but his heart, which was originally calm and consistent, was beating like a drum thunder at this time, and every cell in his body seemed to be gradually excited, and he clearly didn't want to cry, but the corners of his eyes were extremely sour. Although these people in front of her have only been classmates for nearly half a year with her, for them, it is a deep faith.

They said:

Li Palace! You will always be our class leader!

This kind of sonorous recognition deserves to be moved by anyone, and Fengli is no exception. She looked at the familiar faces in front of her, and the students quickly lined up in a neat line, gently placing the small post-it notes that had been prepared in their hands into the palm of her hand.

Through the light of the light sticks, although the words on it seem a little immature, it is undeniable that this is the fiery sincerity of young boys and girls.

She often collects homework, and in her memory there are some boys whose handwriting is extremely sloppy and ugly, but now she has written it one stroke at a time, which shows how serious they are.

She lowered her eyes and read the words on each post-it note word for word, and almost everyone expressed real hopes for her future path, followed by the university of her choice and the career she wanted to pursue.

Chen Xiaoxiao blushed her cheeks, held the post-it note in her two small hands and gently placed it in her hand, and then left with a smile.

Feng Li lowered her eyes and saw that this shy girl's dream university was written about Ruiying, the career she wanted to engage in...

Excellent photographer.

Feng Li quickly finished collecting everyone's notes.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yafei wanted to become a standard professional doctor in the future, while Zhao Fan planned to become a designer, and Li Meng was inspired to become a people's teacher.

As for Lin Miao...

She wanted to be a good ballet dancer.