I looked out the window, holding a pen in my mouth and resting my chin on my hand, thinking about what to eat for lunch.
Dong Xiang secretly called me: "Hey, hey, the teacher is calling you."
I immediately got up to answer the teacher's questions, looked at the blackboard and then read the book.
Not knowing what the teacher was talking about, I started asking my deskmate for help.
I asked in a low voice for fear that the teacher would find out, "My deskmate, where did the teacher talk?"
I saw my deskmate's mouth and was about to say, snap, it's over, the teacher found out, it was tragic...
"What are you doing!?"
Before I could speak, the teacher said again.
"The high school entrance examination is coming soon! Look at how lazy you are all day long! Let me tell you, if you delay for one minute, 60 people will be delayed for an hour!"
After the teacher finished yelling, the class was completely silent.
After three or four seconds of silence, the teacher started the lesson again, but before giving the lesson, he glanced at me.
This glance made my heart tremble... This is how the tragic memory of my youth began to unfold.
Purpose: Let people read my story