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There was a sound of footsteps outside the corridor. The students in class 9 thought it was Shen Yang. They all picked up their books and sat upright, just like a concubine waiting to be overturned.

Lin fengxu is sitting in a position where he can see the people passing by first. Everyone in the class pretends to stare at the books seriously. Only Lin fengxu is still lazily leaning against the table.

The sound of steady steps is approaching.

Lin Feng Xu pretended to be calm and unconsciously licked his lower lip. He pulled the book tightly and slowly sat upright.

The footstep is closer.

Lin Feng Xu has been reading books with enough shelves since his birth, pretending to be reading, but the rest of the light from the corner of his eyes is about to glance to the back of his head.

Anticipation and nervousness shook hands in his head, and once again came out of his head to dominate his body.

Here comes Shen Yang!

Lin fengxu thought like this and saw a familiar black figure at the back door.

The black figure came in from the back door, bypassed the students sitting at the back door, and walked towards Lin fengxu, stopping at his side.

Lin fengxu sat upright, the light from the corner of his eyes could only see the stomach of the people standing beside him.

Round, like a ball.

No Belly?

Lin Feng Xu realized that this man was not Shen Yang. Just as he was going to strengthen his courage to look at the man, he had already raised his feet to the front of the classroom.

This man did not have the tall and thin back figure he expected, nor the back of his head with thick and lovely hair.

Lin Feng may be speechless.

Where the hell is Shen Yang! Isn't this Liu he? What about Shen Yang!

Liu He walked on with his back and went from the back of the classroom to the platform.

He supported the platform with both hands, and looked at the heads of the young turnips with a satisfied look of "seeing all the small mountains".

"Very good! I've heard Shen Yang tell me that the learning atmosphere of class 9 has changed a lot compared with before. It's very good! Keep it up Liu he stood up straight on the platform, clapped his hands and clapped his hands. "I thought you would turn the sky if you were not with Mr. Hong. I didn't expect that I thought too much. No matter whether there is a teacher or not, you love learning and reading very much! Come on, applause! Applause to the best of you. "

All the students in class 9: --

Looking at Liu He, who was full of enthusiasm and energy in the morning, the students couldn't lift their spirits at all.

Wuwu, Wuwu, they thought it was Shen yanglai! Why Liu he!

Their dear teacher Shen Yang Shen! Give Mr. Shen back to them!

There are interns in other classes. When will the interns come back?

The students in class 9 are all out of spirits.

The turnip heads, who had just sat upright, fell back into the radish pit in an instant. Everyone collapsed and sat on the stool askew.

The monitor students understood the public opinion very well, so they took the initiative to stand up and ask Liu He: "director Liu, isn't it Chinese reading early today? Would you like to help us with early reading? "

Liu He nodded with his back and put on the airs of the teaching director: "yes, your teacher Hong has been on a business trip. I'll come to see you these days before she comes back."

The students of class 9 who had been lying in the pit had no spirit.

Wuwuwu is not Shen Yang, even if it is not Shen Yang, but also recited by Liu He every day.

They're too hard!

So the monitor continued to ask, "do you know where Mr. Shen of our class has gone? We haven't seen him for days. "

Liu he thinks it is necessary for him to talk about Shen Yang with class 9.

"Oh, well, you Mr. Shen has been in graduate school before. He will go to graduate school at the beginning of the next semester, and now he has to prepare some materials. Therefore, his internship may end here."