That summer, I held a large stack of books and trotted along the campus tree-lined avenue. The sun danced playfully on both shoulders.
I looked at my watch and saw that there was only one minute left before class, so I quickly ran to the classroom. In an instant, you and I had sunshine, and we bumped into each other. The books in my hand were scattered on the ground in a mess. The pen clamped in the book also fell to the ground, spinning lightly before falling down.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I said hurriedly, while quickly packing up the books. You just smiled and said, "It's okay." He also picked up the pen for me. "Next time, be more careful." You said as you handed me the pen. "Well, thank you." I looked at your back as you walked into the office.
It turns out you are the new teacher, I said silently in my heart.
Friend.
Later, I found out that you were the new Chinese teacher. And he just happened to teach our class. For a moment, I felt a sense of satisfaction. Then, my Chinese scores rose rapidly. The original score was increased from 80 to 95. I looked at the score and smiled.
That day, I wrote you a letter on a whim.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
