a memo

Chapter 6
The leader of our grade group is an old-fashioned person. He teaches physics and leads the best science experiment class.He has a way of teaching, which is useful but the students don't like it.

For example, the students in their class must have short hair, and long hair should be washed for a long time, which will affect their study.

For example, install a monitor in the classroom to observe the status of the students at any time.

My homeroom teacher is rounded up, he is considered a young teacher, we thought he would teach in a democratic way, but in the second year of high school, he also imitated the grade group leader and bought a monitor for the class.

In the first few days after it was released, everyone was more cautious.

I got used to it later, and I still sleep when I feel sleepy in class.

For a student like me who seldom causes trouble in class, who seldom sleeps in class, and who is fairly well-behaved even though his grades are not good, I thought it would have nothing to do with surveillance.

Until one morning, when the first class was over, I was too sleepy to lie on my desk, and my English teacher, sister Qin, suddenly knocked on my desk.

I squinted my eyes and looked up to see who it was. When I saw Sister Qin, I sat up in shock in a dying instant: "Teacher?"

"Where's the English newspaper? You don't seem to have handed in the English newspaper?" Sister Qin gave my tablemate a look, signaling her to recite the paragraphs assigned yesterday.

"Ah" I recalled it, it seems that there was such an assignment as an English newspaper yesterday.

Oh. I seem to have forgotten to write.
"You didn't write it, did you?" Sister Qin looked at me while listening to my tablemate memorizing the paragraphs.

"I" I'm fully awake, "I wrote it and I'll find it."

Then I started digging through the drawers, and just after flipping through two books, I saw a corner of the newspaper.

The class bell rang suddenly, sister Qin gave me a look, and left.

That look means: I will come to you next class.

I watched Sister Qin walk out the door, and immediately took out a large textbook, then opened the textbook, put the newspaper in, and started to scan the questions.

I have to finish writing the one-hour questions quickly in one class.

I have forgotten what class was in that class, anyway, I bowed my head and wrote the newspaper the whole time.

First write the error correction and grammar filling in the blanks, and then start to fill in the blanks.

The most annoying form of English papers is that the original text of the cloze and the options are not on the same side, which means that I have to read newspapers quickly and frequently in a short period of time, which is really suffocating.

Fortunately, my English score at the same table is also very good, and my memory is amazing.

I really couldn't write anymore, and my body slowly leaned towards my deskmate.

"Cough" I coughed lightly.

The deskmate looked at me.

I picked up the English newspaper a bit: "Is there any impression of yesterday's English newspaper, reading comprehension and cloze?"

She nodded.

I slowly pulled out the newspaper and placed it between the two tables: "What do you choose?"

My deskmate started pointing out the options, and I started to fill in the brackets.

There are about 3 minutes before the end of get out of class, and I finished the English newspaper.

I let out a sigh of relief and waited quietly for the get out of class to end, eh, isn't it stable now, what a big deal.

As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom and ran directly to the office.

Actually, the office is not very far from the classroom, but when I knocked on the door, I still made a hurried and panting look, "I found the teacher's newspaper."

The head teacher and sister Qin looked up at the same time.

The head teacher's expression was a little subtle, I felt he was holding back his laughter.

"I found it." Sister Qin raised her eyebrows.

"Well, I forgot to hand it in." I lied without blinking.

"I just made it up." The English teacher looked at me with a half-smile, "I just asked the class teacher to check the monitor."

If there were special effects at that time, I should be in a state of petrification instantly.

"Go back, it's not an example." Sister Qin said nicely.

I'm not going, and I'm not going.What does it feel like? It's probably the frustration of others knowing the truth from the beginning when you think you have no flaws.

"Hey, let's go back to class, the English teacher said that I don't care about it." The head teacher motioned me to leave quickly.

"Teacher, I won't do it next time." I pursed my lips and ran away.

Usually, my English scores are considered to be in the middle of the class. Occasionally I can get in the top of the exam, and I seldom sleep in class, so Sister Qin is quite tolerant of my failure to do my homework. He is going to be executed publicly with a ruler.

Shopping today, I was going to buy daily necessities for the university, and suddenly saw a camera in the recommendation below, which was very similar to the one that the class teacher had put on the blackboard for nearly two years.

I stared at the product picture for a few seconds, suddenly felt a little awkward, then I turned on the computer and wrote this article.

(End of this chapter)