Wan Yan finally returned to her seat after several tosses, and the Chinese teacher looked at her expressionlessly, maybe it was because her grades were not good, and her grades were not good, there was really a reason.

I didn't understand the class and didn't dare to ask the teacher and classmates after class, and when I got home to do my homework, my grandmother couldn't read, so she could only read it slowly by herself, and then the more she looked, the more she couldn't understand.

Wan Yan sat upright in her seat, but her mind had already wandered the world...

When the bell rang for the end of class, the Chinese teacher put his glasses on top of his glasses with his upturned orchid fingers, and went out with his round ass in his arms holding the Chinese textbook, and the sound of high heels stepping on the floor echoed in the corridor. Looking at the homework on this blackboard, Wan Yan's heart felt as if there were 10,000 horses galloping at great speed.

Her classmates began to circulate the delicate things again, and she wanted to see them, so she asked some of her classmates around her.

"Hello, classmate, can you give me one" The classmate who heard the sound glanced at her

"No, take it"

Wan Yan took it lightly and left. Her behavior made her classmates very dissatisfied.

"This Wu Wanyan looks quite honest, why is she not polite at all" "It's just, I don't even say thank you" Others are more in line with it.

Wan Yan didn't expect that a small act would cause her a lifelong pain...

Wan Yan returned to her seat and picked up the paste-up painting she had just made.

The characters on the painting were twisted and twisted very ugly, so she picked up the pen and pasted the painting, and wrote a few words on the back, "Cao Bing, I don't want this kind of sticker" because it doesn't come to stick, and then she tore off the sticker and threw the paper behind it into the trash, she thought that no one would know about it, and even if she knew, it was nothing, after all, she didn't write anything.

Until her birthday, her mother made breakfast early and told her to go home early.

Wan Yan came to the school and walked on the campus corridor, she was in a very good mood.

There were very few people in the classroom, and because of the distance from home, she was almost always the first to arrive at school.

Soon, the class bell rang, and with a low footstep, the head teacher walked into the classroom, with a gloomy face, and with a burst of glances, he cleared his throat, took out a small piece of paper, and said quite unhappily.

"Who wrote this, yo, or with a red pen, if you write it yourself, you will stand up by yourself, and I won't punish you", Wan Yan looked up and saw that the piece of paper clearly wrote "Cao Bing, I don't want a playboy sticker"

"I wrote this word, but it's not the same."

The head teacher's face was getting longer and longer, and his eyes were glaring as if he was going to make a hole in someone

"No one admits it, don't wait for me to find out, it's miserable to be found out by me!"

Wan Yan thought that this matter would pass like this, but who knew that her table mate slowly raised her hand, "Teacher, it's Wu Wanyan, Wu Wanyan wrote"

Wan Yan looked at her in surprise, "Maybe she found out when she threw it herself", and then walked up to meet the playful eyes of her classmates.

The head teacher was very angry, like a balloon that had inflated to the extreme, as if it was about to explode in the next moment.

"Wu Wanyan, you come up for me! How are you again! Playboy! Write me a peanut flower on the blackboard" Wan Yan looked at this extremely kind head teacher, remembering that he was still very kind when she met for the first time, and the second time she met just because the cover of her homework book was torn by someone else, he swollen her left hand, and in the middle of the term, because of her poor test, she actually said that about herself, and it was really an honor to have such a class teacher.

The head teacher saw that Wu Wanyan didn't have any remorse, "Wu Wanyan, give me a horse step, bite this piece of paper you wrote, and you can't leave until the paper is wet." ”

The students are discussing below, some are disdainful, some are sympathetic, and some are disgusted...

Wan Yan listened to the words of the head teacher, obediently Zama Bu, who knew that the head teacher actually talked about math problems on the side, she felt like a clown, constantly ridiculed.

Soon half of the class passed, and the head teacher did not want to let her go in the slightest, her legs began to tremble, and the pieces of paper began to get wet, but the class teacher still continued.

Wan Yan felt very tired and tired, she wanted to run away from this class, and she wanted to stay away from the kind homeroom teacher who was loved by her classmates.

Fortunately, soon the bell rang for the end of class, and the students left the classroom one after another, and the head teacher gave her a disdainful look and left.

Wan Yan dragged her tired body, she was very aggrieved, her legs had long been paralyzed, walking on the ground was like sitting on pins and needles, she quickly packed up her things, sat on the seat, waited quietly, waited for her legs to calm down, and then left slowly with a small schoolbag on her back.

Those memories that have made you cry and hurt are truly unforgettable.

Soon in the direction of home, my mother ran to meet her from afar, took her school bag, and then went home together.

Wan Yan's heart was mixed, she thought about it or didn't say it, so she left this matter behind.

After walking into the house, her mother asked her to wait and then went into the room to get something, and Xie Huanting put her hands behind her back

"Yan'er, guess what Mom bought you" Xie Huanting asked Wanyan softly, her shoulder-length hair hung down, her talking eyes stared at her, and her cherry-like tender mouth was closed one by one.

Wanyan's heart is very tired, she wants to sleep very much at the moment, but she can't live up to her mother's kindness, "I don't know, Mom, tell me"

Xie Huanting looked at the petite Wan Yan, she didn't expect that she would experience such a thing at a young age, and slowly took out the prepared gifts.

Wan Yan's eyes lit up, and the plastic pocket was wrapped in a cute little raccoon doll, with big eyes, a black and black nose with a small triangular shape, a long brown and white tail, and a pink bow pinned to her chest.

Wan Yan happily hugged the doll, walked into the room, and lay on the bed, she was really tired and tired, so she fell into a sweet dream...