Did she keep the racket?
Yan Xiaoyu couldn't help but be startled.
Ahem, she thought wrong again? !
It turns out that in Principal Li's eyes, she is not only a courier, but also a custodian?
She is obviously just a study committee member, okay?
Yan Xiaoyu curled her lips and glanced at Principal Li, Huh?
Principal Li, actually, didn't look at her?
Talking to her without looking into her eyes?
Isn't that too rude? !
Is the lettering on the right wall as beautiful as hers? Ahem, is he prettier than her?
No, what she meant was that the calligraphy and painting on the right wall couldn't speak and had no eyes. What was it doing to read the calligraphy and painting?
Can calligraphy and painting also help Principal Li keep the racket? Really!
The corners of Yan Xiaoyu's mouth twitched and she looked at the class teacher beside her. Ahem, the class teacher didn't look at her either.
Sure enough, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is even more crooked.
Then she will become even more crooked.
Yan Xiaoyu turned around, carrying the three pairs of unpacked table tennis balls, and walked towards her seat with one step at a time.
I can’t believe what my head teacher said anymore!
There are 1,000 good etiquettes to pay attention to, among which the top ten is to look at the other person's eyes when speaking to show respect.
It turns out that it was all a lie!
snort! From now on, she will have to study selectively.
snort! She will never listen to the head teacher again. Good-looking? She doesn’t care about it anymore!
Yan Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows slightly, pursed her lips, glanced at the young class teacher from the corner of her eyes, and turned her head away.
Hey, what is Fang Xiaoxiao looking at her?
Yan Xiaoyu glanced inadvertently and saw Fang Xiaoxiao on her right, looking at her with a confused face, her big eyes filled with truth, innocence and doubt.
cut!
Why are you pretending to be innocent?
She is the most innocent one.
Yan Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at Fang Xiaoxiao and looked at her feet and the road under her feet.
She has learned the lesson just now. She must lower her head when walking and focus on the road under her feet. She cannot look around.
What's Yan Xiaoyu's expression? Li Wenwen stretched out his hand to pull Fang Xiaoxiao, his results were amazing.
Fang Xiaoxiao turned her head and glanced at Li Wenwen, then at Yan Xiaoyu, lowered her head, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. Originally, Yan Xiaoyu's grades were good.
If she had the same results as Yan Xiaoyu, she would definitely be even better than Yan Xiaoyu.
It's a pity that she doesn't have Sakura
There were more than forty people in the class, and she ranked thirty-fifth.
Fang Xiaoxiao pursed his lips, then turned to look at the table tennis racket in Yan Xiaoyu's hand, with a trace of envy in his eyes.
awesome.
Not only does Yan Xiaoyu have good grades, she can also play table tennis.
Unlike her, her grades are not good, she can’t play table tennis, she can’t run the 100-meter run, and she can’t do goat jumping.
Ahem, there is only one, and she is the most powerful.
She can jump in the sandpit!
hehe. Fang Xiaoxiao turned her head and looked at the table in front of her. She noticed the gaze of her deskmate Li Wenwen, so he looked towards her and saw a hint of disdain in her eyes.
Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled, tilted his head, and looked away.
Li Wenwen is proud of his capital.
Although Li Wenwen is about the same as her in sports, Li Wenwen is much better than her in studies.
She was among the bottom twenty.
Li Wenwen is just the opposite, ranked in the top twenty, no, to be precise, in the top fifteen.
Before her summer vacation, she took a special look at Li Wenwen's report cards, which showed that they were all in the 90s.
As for her, ahem, it’s okay not to mention her miserable results.
Fang Xiaoxiao fiddled with the Chinese textbook in front of him. In fact, she is not interested in going to school at all, but, damn, girls still need to read more books. No matter how hard it is, they still have to finish Chuzheng.
She wants to be like her sister Yuanyuan next door and want to go to the next village to learn how to make clothes.
Every time she went to Sister Yuanyuan's house and watched Yuanyuan stepping on the pedal of the sewing machine, up and down, her left hand wandering on the panel, and her right hand turning the spiral on the right side of the sewing machine in circles, her heart also changed. Followed by a tremor.
She also wanted to learn and almost wanted to try it.
Sister Yuan is only three or four years older than her. Tingzhan, Sister Yuan is already able to make money to support the family.
And she, only three or four years older than her sister, was sitting in the classroom in a daze.
Looking at the high roof and the gray-white floor slab, it doesn't look good at all.
I wanted to turn my head and look out the window, but found that the not-so-wide window was a bit far away, and I had to tilt my head back to see through it. Every time I want to read, I will unconsciously see Yan Xiaoyu reading a book, looking very serious.
You will also see Tongtong, sitting against the wall, seemingly reading a book seriously. After a closer look, ahem, he just met her gaze as she looked over.
Although she was smiling, she always felt a little cold and her hair stood on end.
Is this the so-called sense of oppression that good grades bring to people?
Fang Xiaoxiao pursed his lips, turned back, and looked towards the front door on the right.
Outside the door, ahem, where is the nice scenery?
The only things that came into view were the backs of the two girls' heads on the right front, near the door, and the pillars on the corridor outside the front door that blocked all the scenery. They were gray and not good-looking at all.
Fang Xiaoxiao looked away angrily, but inadvertently saw the head teacher's gaze in front of the podium.
Um? Why does the head teacher want to look at her?
Fang Xiaoxiao looked around and found that everyone was sitting quietly without making a sound, as if they were waiting for something.
Fang Xiaoxiao looked in the direction of the class teacher heartily, Huh?
Illusion!
The head teacher wasn't looking at her.
Over her head, she looked toward the window on the right side of the classroom.
It turned out that he was overthinking it. Fang Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes and boredly took the Chinese textbook in front of him and started flipping through it.
When is the end?
She is only in fourth grade now.
Mom wants her to finish junior high school, at least as good as her brother.
elder brother? snort.
Fang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel confused, could she be like her brother?
My brother has always been naughty and mischievous.
When I was five years old, I went up a tree to dig out a bird's nest. I fell off the tree and broke my knee. I was beaten by my father.
When I was six years old, I ran to the river outside the village to catch fish. I almost slipped into the river and drowned. Fortunately, my fourth uncle who was passing by saw it and carried it back. He was beaten severely by his father.
She didn't see that at that time, she was still held in her mother's arms.
When I was seven years old, my brother went to school.
When I was first in school, I made the beautiful female teacher in the kindergarten class angry and cry.
At noon, while the teacher was watching them take a nap, they tied two frogs on the teacher's long braid. A croak made the teacher stand up in fright, and the two frogs were dangling on the skirt of the female teacher.
Later, my father took me home and beat and kicked me all the way.
At that time, she seemed to have seen it, and that image seemed to exist in her memory.
Later, my brother finally became honest.
However, when I was nine years old, something happened again and destroyed all the roses grown by Grandma Zhang’s family in the next village.
The reason is that, for nature teachers, rose flowers can be dried and made into tea.
Later that day, my father, who came home late, took me to a corner and beat her up.
Can she, a quiet, well-behaved girl who likes to smile, be like her brother?
Fang Xiaoxiao pursed his lips, of course it was impossible.
The biggest impossibility is that although my brother is naughty and loves to get into trouble, he is smart and has good grades.
In a blink of an eye, my brother turned twelve and went to Zhenxi Middle School to attend junior high school.
My brother, who is in junior high school, seems to have grown up a lot all of a sudden and no longer gets into trouble and gets beaten.
He also told her very considerately in front of her mother: Sister, you should study hard and go to Zhenxi Middle School like your brother. Let's study hard and make progress together.
After hearing this, Fang Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "Okay."
In fact, she didn't want to study at all.
She just wanted to be like Sister Yuanyuan who occupied her aunt's house next door, learn a trade and step on the squeaky pedal.
"The head teacher is looking at you, what are you doing?"
Deskmate Li Wenwen gently pushed Fang Xiaoxiao.
ah? Fang Xiaoxiao came back to her senses, glanced left and right, looked towards the head teacher, and met the head teacher's gaze...
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