PS. 1437

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My name is Su Yunxian, and I am a fifth-year student in the Department of Psychology. I can study until the fifth year because my freshman English was rejected, and in the next few years, I completely forgot about "remedial work". , In this way, I somehow started my fifth year of college, only the fifth year of English class.

The school’s freshman English is notoriously difficult to choose. I really don’t know whether it’s because English is really too difficult, or because there are too many students who don’t work hard. I heard that every English class is divided into “grades” from freshman to senior. "There are all of them, and every English teacher's class is full, so it's not easy to choose one.

Under such circumstances, I had no choice but to take all the classes, praying in my heart that I would be allowed to take just one class.

Fortunately, I did choose an English class taught by Teacher Shi Ping from the English Department. On the day the result of the selected class came out, I naturally went to the English Department to "do my homework" and wanted to know who she was. what a teacher.

I have been serious on the board for a while, and I have a preliminary understanding of her. Students say that her classes are very rich and she is a very nice person, but she is very strict. She will definitely be a person when she should be a person, and she is a serious teacher.Looking at these, I actually began to look forward to the arrival of English class.

Speaking of my freshman English being taken down, this is a self-inflicted crime!I'm not a person with poor English, and I scored 85 points in the English test anyway, so why am I being taken down?

Because when I was a freshman, I chose an English teacher who I thought was the best in the school. Not only did every class have to be called, but the content of the class was so boring that it made people want to sleep... Alas!As a young, frivolous and full-blooded me, I chose the most idiotic way of resistance - skipping classes.As a matter of course, there is no other good end except for being fooled.Ever since, my English score was 58.

In short, it is useless to think about it now, I am looking forward to the next English class.

Sure enough, teacher Shi Ping was very serious. Two days after the announcement of the course selection results, she received her e-mail, asking the students to tell her their English names and asking about the content of the class that everyone wants to attend.I don't have any big opinions on the content of the class, as long as it allows me to graduate smoothly, so I only returned my English name—Patricia, Su Yunxian.

The first time I went to class, I was late and I forgot my glasses, which was really bad.

I had no choice but to sneak in through the back door. Fortunately, the teacher had just started roll call.

Her voice is nice, but I can't see her face clearly, but she should be a beautiful woman, judging from her voice.

I looked at the handouts she sent out. She was indeed a very serious teacher in class. She explained very carefully and the handouts were very organized. I found that I really enjoyed her way of teaching, maybe it had something to do with her voice.

This was the first time I felt that the class time passed quickly, and the teacher's time was well managed. Almost at the same time as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, she finished all the key points of the lecture notes.

"This is the end of today's class. Students who have questions can come to me to discuss. The content of the homework should be very clear in the handout. If you have any questions, you can ask me in the research room or use e-mail. I will definitely reply." The teacher Speaking at the podium.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students moved out of the classroom one by one, and some people gathered around the podium to talk to the teacher. I was the group that moved out of the classroom.

This is my first English class. I don't have a deep impression of her, and she probably has no impression of me at all.I thought so.

Later I realized that I was wrong.

In the second class, in order to avoid the recurrence of being late and not being able to see clearly, I arrived at the classroom 10 minutes earlier. Of course, I did not forget to wear my glasses this time.

That was the first time I "seeed" the teacher clearly. Maybe it's a cliché to say that, but when I saw her face clearly for the first time, I really only had four words to describe it—shocked.

The teacher's skin is very fair, and the long black hair has been ionized and flowed smoothly in the position where they should be. She walks confidently, has a calm temperament, and has a well-maintained face that makes it impossible to guess her age.

At that moment, I could understand why there are often "slow-motion shots" of certain situations in movies, because only slow-motion can make people carefully record every small detail, so that they can make their own memories in the future. Memories are never missed.

Well, to be clear, I was electrocuted by the teacher.

I want to declare first that I am not someone who is easily electrocuted. In my impression, none of those chasing me made me feel like "it's him" after just one glance.

The teacher is the first, but she is the teacher.

She is the teacher and I am the student.It's a brutal relationship.This made me fall into the gloomy reality the second I was electrocuted.

"Student, sign in." The classmate behind me patted me on the shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I apologized for my lack of focus, reached out and took the sign-in slip, signed it and passed it on.

The teacher had already started to give lectures, and I forced myself to put aside those thoughts that I had or didn’t have, and took out the "attitude" that I should have in class, and started to take notes seriously.

But the gaze that should be focused on the blackboard always sneaks towards the teacher unconsciously.

Finally, once, when my eyes were "floating", I met the teacher's eyes.

The teacher smiled at me, and I froze, not knowing how to react.The next second, the teacher's eyes returned to the blackboard.

Are you smiling at me?I secretly thought, even if it wasn't, I would take it as it is.

Then I realized that the so-called "little deer bumping into each other" was like this.

The time suddenly became very fast, and it felt like the two-hour English class was over in a short while.

I really don't know how the teacher can control the time so well. There is no more point, no less second, and the class is always finished when the clock strikes.

"That's all for today. Please hand in your homework to the desk when you leave the classroom. Students who have problems can come to me. Don't forget to hand in homework next week." The teacher said.

Just like last week, the students began to move outside the classroom, but this time there was an extra action of "handing in homework".

Although I really wanted to "get closer" to the teacher, I was always "vulgar", so I put my homework on the desk and left the classroom like other students.

After leaving the classroom, I wonder if there is any way to make the teacher notice me, or to get closer to the teacher. At present, there seems to be no way.

I silently hid this feeling in my heart and didn't tell anyone.

Actually, I have no one to tell.

I'm a transfer student, and I have a low-key, unsocial personality. I can't say that I'm not familiar with my college classmates, but I'm not familiar enough to talk about these things.

I should be a lonely person.Always alone, I am used to living alone better than two.