Author: Chi Zi Lian

I got into trouble.

After taking classes for a while, everyone’s suppressed nature began to be released.

When we arrived at the multimedia classroom in the morning, it started to be noisy. At first, it was just a few people talking quietly.

The amazing thing is that as we talked, all the students in the class who had arrived early would start talking to someone, and their voices suddenly became uncontrollable.

The dead fish come to me.

The squadron leader stopped talking to me: "Your sister is here to see you."

She lied to me with a smile, but I believed her. When I looked back, I saw it was a dead fish. Thinking about it, why did my sister come to me?

I can usually see her when I want to, except that my sister is sick and hospitalized in the city, and she went to live alone with her grandma when she was a child, and there seems to be nothing else.

I still feel more and more that this supplementary class is boring.

English teachers like to answer questions in turn from front to back. They not only have to answer ABCD, but also give a reason why.

How could I know this?

As soon as I was called, the whole class focused on me, and the teacher whispered to me: "Think about it again, why do you choose this here?"

I couldn't tell, I kept my head down, how embarrassed I felt.

"Sit down."

The teacher looked at me, looked at his watch, and went back and forth several times before finally giving up and letting me speak.

I felt relieved the moment I sat down.

I get nervous when people look at me.

"Damn mosquito." He shouted, his voice much softer than before, "Have you finished your homework? Let me take a look at it before you hand it in."

look?

If not, just take it and copy it.

Regarding math homework, there are fill-in-the-blank questions and big questions. If you copy the correct answer, it will be fine. If you copy the wrong answer, it will be exposed immediately.

How can it be possible that they are all wrong in the same way, and yet they are all wrong about this question, and they are wrong about that question.

Our math teacher often got angry about this in class, and even said that whoever copied homework would tear up his notebook and not let him do it.

The person who copied the homework will tear it up together with the person whose homework was copied.

I don't want to be caught criticizing in public, especially by my math teacher.

This is the only lesson I can do.

I took out the math homework from my schoolbag that I would hand in after I finished making up for the lesson later, and reminded him: "Don't copy everything."

He took it in his hand and immediately bent it up. He really didn't know how to cherish it at all.

I stared at him.

He realized something, looked down at the exercise book in his hand and quickly unfolded it, saying: "I know, just copy a few questions. I will make mistakes in other questions. I will hand them in for you later, so you don't have to worry about it."

That's okay.

However, he will write wrongly, as if he can write rightly if he wants to.

"Aren't you unwilling to lend it to boys to copy their homework?" the squadron leader asked me again after the dead fish left.

I have never lent it to other boys to copy, because I have seen with my own eyes those boys who borrowed other people's homework and made it dirty, copied the answers in the wrong place, missed a number, and other troubles.

Dead fish is different from them.

I stared at the test paper on the table that I was going to talk about later and explained: "He is my deskmate."

The squadron leader smiled: "I am also your deskmate now. Can you show me your test paper?"

She snatched it back, and I quickly grabbed it back. This was an English test paper, and I was just blind.

After quarreling for a long time, I tore a hole and snatched it back.

I tore it myself, so I can't blame anyone else, but it makes me irritated to see such a torn test paper.

The squadron leader thought for a while, looked in front of me, counted and pointed at me and said: "There are a few left who didn't take their turn last time. It will start again later. You are the tenth, that is

This question." He poked his finger on the test paper.

The answer is vague.

You were right.

The squadron leader nodded, coughed twice, and imitated the teacher's tone and asked me seriously: "Xuanwen, come on, tell me why you chose this answer. This answer is right, but we need to know the reason, so next time

Only when you encounter something similar can you make the right decision. No matter how lucky you are, you can't just rely on guesswork."

I guess I have always had good luck with English questions, especially the more difficult ones.

But I can't give a reason.

I looked at the squadron leader and looked at each other in confusion.

After a while, she smiled and told me the reason. I listened and my intuition told me.

The teacher will not ask me to answer this question.

When I am waiting for something with joy, I am often disappointed.

Sure enough, it was the same this time.

After the teacher finished taking turns with the entire class, he randomly selected a group to answer the questions from the beginning.

The squadron leader helplessly spread his hands.

I smiled openly.

The bell rang and others went to do morning exercises. We went downstairs and then went upstairs to rest in our classrooms.

The homework has been collected and placed on the podium.

I watched the dead fish go by, stacked our homework books together and handed them over.

After he left, I went over immediately to separate the homework.

Putting this together, what should the teacher do if he knows something?

If I accidentally get a question wrong and he happens to copy that question, something will go wrong.

We were the only two people in the class who made exactly the same mistakes and handed in our homework on top of each other. Didn’t we give the teacher a chance to impress us?

No, I have to separate the homework.

I was standing on the edge of the podium moving my hands and feet. The dead fish was about to return to his seat. He lost his schoolbag and ran over to me again and asked: "Damn mosquito, what do you want to do?"

Blind?

I ignored him and put my homework somewhere underneath.

When he was about to leave, he took it out and put it on top of his homework, pressing his hand on it with an awe-inspiring look.

"are you crazy."

I looked at him and warned, "I've already copied your homework for you, and you still do it like this. What if the teacher finds out?"

"You know it, you know it." He raised his head and said frankly, "Aren't you and I roommates? It would be unusual not to put this homework together, and besides, I believe you."

Believe me?

Why don't I understand what he means.

"Short-circuited? Did you learn stupidly?" Dead Fish smiled and patted my head, "If you don't always do your homework correctly, then I won't make the same mistakes as you, and the teacher won't find out."

The truth is this.

However, I have an ominous feeling today.

I insisted on being separated, but he also started to lie to me. He looked outside and shouted, "The teacher is here." He stuffed my homework under his homework and ran away in a hurry.

I didn't know what I was feeling guilty about, so I followed along. When I turned around halfway, I realized there wasn't even a ghost.

"Dead fish, you dare to lie to me?"

I won’t change my homework books. I’m going to teach him a lesson. Before everyone comes back, I’m going to teach him a lesson.

The squadron leader and several other people are sitting in their seats catching up on work. Some homework has not been completed. It is very convenient to take a book from the podium and learn from it.

It’s either that I don’t know how to do it, or I’m just too lazy to do it sometimes.

They all copied the homework and were frightened by the words "dead fish".

There was even a boy who hurriedly ran to the podium and shoved two homework books into it.

Two places were blocked.

Have to find it again.

"Xuanwen, teach him a lesson." There was more than one person standing behind me. I approached the dead fish with a smile, feeling confident.
To be continued...