I heard that his love rival fled to the street

Six middle school English teachers all have a problem.

If the first class is English, you must dictate the words 5 minutes before class, about one unit, and exchange and correct after listening.

If there are less than five mistakes, one will copy five times, and if there are less than ten mistakes, one will copy ten times.

If there are more than 10 ones, it is not enough to copy [-] times, and you have to stand for [-] minutes.

There are only [-] or [-] words in a unit, and if you miss more than [-] words, what else do you remember?

When I went out late, I had already heard half of the words when I sneaked into the classroom.

He was not in the mood to listen to the words, and he didn't even take out his pen.

When exchanging corrections back and forth, I asked you to tear up a page from the English book, write your name on it, and pass it forward.

Today, Yan Qing's former classmate took sick leave, and asked her to be in the same group as him, and the English words that should have been corrected by him at the front desk were passed directly to Yan Qing.

Xueba stared at the white paper in his hand for a moment, then flipped it back and forth. It wasn't because of his eyes that it was because she really didn't write a single word.

Except for the fist-sized word in the middle of the white paper that can confirm the identity of the owner.

Anyway, I also wrote a name, Yan Qing's joy.

Unlike the other classes, the dictation of the third class will be collected and read. The main reason is that there were rascals in the past, who made five mistakes but only copied it three times.

In order to prevent this group of disobedient students from retreating, Iron Steel personally took action, intending not to leave them a way out, and of course the windows were also sealed.

Therefore, when Gang Gang turned from a pile of notebooks to the white paper with Ren's name on it, two veins popped on her forehead. She pulled out the paper and slapped it hard on the podium.

That slap was loud and muffled, with the dust from the podium being shaken, it resounded through the entire classroom in an instant, scaring everyone and at the same time catching everyone's attention.

"Please! What's the matter with your dictation! Not a single word, you are provoking me on purpose!"

In the past, when I was asked to silence words, I would look left and right, integrate a few other people's answers, and add a few I heard to write on it.

Iron Steel didn't know that he was good at English at that time, and felt that Jean He had tried her best, but now that she had paid for her old background, how could she believe that Jean He couldn't write.

No matter how perfunctory he was before, he would still write a few words, and he has never written a single word like today.

Not to mention handing in a blank sheet of paper.

The boy stood up when the steel called his name. He stood in the last row, standing upright like a straight poplar, with a calm and expressionless face.

Iron Steel was naturally stimulated by his attitude, "What's the matter with your expression!"

After finishing speaking, Iron Steel waved the white paper in her hand again, and the thin page was rattled by her, "You can do it, hand in the white paper! Why don't you have a book!"

Let you not speak.

"Don't make a sound, don't you want to go to English class, don't you, stand outside the corridor for me!" Iron Steel was really angry.

Steel's temper has always been irritable, so this cold and indifferent attitude was like a fuse, which ignited her directly.

In fact, Steel is easy to talk to. On the surface, they are unreasonable, but in fact they are very soft.Rang He had also been trained before, as long as he was sloppy and coquettish to Iron Steel, Iron Steel would let him go as soon as his heart softened.

But today, he really wasn't in the mood, and he didn't want to stay in the classroom either. As soon as Gang Gang spoke, he pushed away the chair and went out.

He was very steely, so he ignored him and started class with a cold attitude.

In Lu Ge's first physical education class, he paid great respect to the teacher who arranged classes in No. [-] Middle School and added a middle finger.

Arranging such a sacred class as physical education in the first period in the morning, only a ghost can make such a schedule.

Put an end to the decadent state of the students who are weak in the first class, and also cut off the students' thoughts of thinking about physical education while attending class.

Class [-] and Class [-] went up and down the stairs. When Lu Ge went downstairs, he just saw Jean come out of the classroom.

The class bell had already rang, and the students in front were still urging, so Lu Ge had to trot to the playground.

He sent a few wechat messages to Rang, who ignored him.

After the assembly and warm-up, Lu Ge hit the mouse again in the group.

Feelings play with me in the applause: @There is no gossip that I can't dig out, what's wrong with my brother, why don't you go outside the classroom to blow your mind early in the morning?

After a while, the mouse's message came back.

There is no gossip that I can't dig out: English dictation handed in a blank paper, steel won't let him stay in the classroom, the queen is the queen, if you say you turn your back, you turn your back, and you don't give any face.

Emotions played with me in the applause: Our family has grown up and knows how to be tough with steel. This is finally decided to be a tough guy!

There is no gossip that I can't dig out: Don't say, I let brother or I let brother, after all, he is the man who holds up the sky in the sixth middle school, how can he just be defeated by steel!

Feelings play with me in the applause: Well, standing is still standing anyway, you tell him to come down and play.

The school bully used to be very aggressive, and it was common for him to be punished to stand in the corridor. He was very popular, and every time he stood up, he disappeared.

The ID in the group called Laozi never replied. The mouse thought that his brother didn't have his mobile phone with him, so he wrote a note and passed it from the last classmate in the first row to Rangxi.

Let Xi take it apart and have a look, and finally went downstairs from the back stairs.

After playing two classes on the playground, I finally arrived at the big break.

Jean Xi lifted up the hem of her short sleeves and wiped the sweat from her forehead, followed the flow of people to the canteen to buy a bottle of ice water, paid the bill with the change she got back from giving the mouse a popsicle last time, and went back to the classroom.

The time between classes in Sixth Middle School is quite long, almost half an hour.

It is said that it is to carry forward the characteristic campus culture of the No. [-] Middle School. Others do radio gymnastics in their big breaks, and they also do rabbit dance in addition to doing radio gymnastics in big breaks.

The thought of a group of youthful high school students wearing fat school uniforms bouncing around like rabbits on the playground made it impossible for her to accept it.

For this kind of link, the school bully usually skips it directly.

Without him, the whole stage will not collapse. Besides, I am really not in the mood to dance some rabbit dance. It may be more suitable for him to fight in his current state.

Steel didn't talk to him extra, probably because he didn't want to waste any more time with him.

The music of radio gymnastics sounded through the speakers in every corner of No. 3 Middle School, as if there was a [-]D surround effect.

Holding his breath in his heart, the school bully had nowhere to vent, and finally kicked the leg of the table violently.

There was a creaking sound from the metal products, followed by another bang bang bang bang sound. The textbooks and a pile of exercise books that were originally placed on the table to block the view all fell to the ground and scattered around the crooked table.

As soon as Yan Qingzhi came back from the office, she heard chatter in the classroom at the door, pushed the door open, and let her stinky face and books scattered on the floor come into view.

"Kiss you, isn't it a long time since you got angry yesterday?"

[The author has something to say]: The little pervert haunts!