MTL - Rock Sugar And Pear Stew-Chapter 1 My desk

My Same Table

Author: Tong Xue (second grade)

My desk is called Li Yubing, a very annoying guy. Why do I hate him? Because Grandpa promised me, if I took the first class, I would take me to Disney. I really want to go to Disney! But I am not the first in the class, Li Yibing is. The teacher praised Li Yubing at the parent meeting. Dad said to me, look at the people Li Yanbing, and then look at you. I hope that the teacher will not praise Li Wenbing because he is too annoying.

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The commentary on this essay is a series of ellipsis. She doesn't know what Teacher Zhao wants to express.

Anyway, she has already expressed her own expression.

Teacher Zhao called the snow to the office during the big class, and told her some truths. It probably meant to unite and love the classmates. The things to learn should be more problematic from the self. Just work hard, the whole class can still be the first. Looking forward to it... Clouds.

The snow is shaking the little brain, nodding like a garlic, the attitude is quite charming.

Then Teacher Zhao praised her again: "You have no typos and language problems in this essay, and the punctuation is also used correctly. This is done very well. Keep it."

Yu Xue is very happy: "Thank you teacher. Teacher, I asked Li Yubing to change it for me. Then I will let him change it next time!"

"Cough, I don't mean this..." Teacher Zhao raised a black line in the forehead. "Hey, snow, you see, Li Wenbing wrote yours in the composition. He said that he likes you at the same table."

Yan Xue proudly shook his head. "He dares to say bad things about me?!"

Teacher Zhao has no choice but to help, and I want Li Yubing to be bullied.

She had to move the reason out and tell the snow.

Yan Xue received a spiritual baptism from Teacher Zhao and returned to the class to see a few people around her table.

Li Wenbing is a perfect score for every exam, no matter the size, no exception, plus he looks good, the teacher likes him very much. The classmates follow the dog-legged ones. When someone is in class, someone is talking to Li Yubing. This guy is almost a small star.

"Li Yibing, give me a pencil." When Xue Xue was not seated, he began to command him.

Li Yubing faintly "oh" and took out a pencil sharpener to sharpen her pencil.

By the way, I also cut two for myself.

When he turned the pencil case, he looked at the snow and saw a small stack of stickers in his pencil case. She knows why and asks: "What is that?"

"Sticker."

"Crap, I know it's a sticker, what is it?"

"Happy Planet."

棠 Snow hooked his finger, "Show me."

Li Yubing pretended not to hear, and self-cutting pencils. The sawdust is spit out of the automatic pencil sharpener and stacked on top of the table, like dead leaves in the autumn. He carefully gathered the sawdust together.

When Yan Xue saw him, he leaned his face and stretched his arm. He took the sticker and carefully tasted it. He felt very good. So she said, "I will help you post it?"

"casual."

棠 snow tears open the sticker, almost no hesitation, directly attached to his pencil case, on the bag.

Li Yubing turned a big white eye in the place she could not see.

......

After school, Mr. Zhao, as the head teacher, had to hand over the children to the parents before they could get off work.

Li Yubing was the last child, and Teacher Zhao stood with him at the school gate waiting for his parents.

In September, the weather was already a bit cold. Li Yubing was wearing a blue and white long-sleeved school uniform, standing in the pale golden sunshine in the evening, curiously watching the passing pedestrians. He has a small face that is white and delicate, and his eyebrows are clear and correct. Teacher Zhao is watching. He thinks that after the child grows up, he does not know how many girls will be harmed, good and good, Amitabha.

As if I felt the gaze of Teacher Zhao, Li Yinbing looked up at her.

Teacher Zhao coughed his lips and thought of Li Yubing’s overlord-like table. He suddenly sympathized and called him warmly: “Li Yubing.”

"Mr. Zhao, what is it?"

"When she snows... If she bullies you, tell the teacher, don't be afraid."

Li Yibing took a look at his head and looked at Teacher Zhao. He asked, "Mr. Zhao, why do I have the same table with Yan Xue?"

Teacher Zhao stalked, "Hey..."

I was watched by such a pair of black and white eyes, and Teacher Zhao had a dim sum.

She did not answer, Li Yibing helped her answer: "Because the father of Yan Xue is the principal, right?"

Teacher Zhao has some emotions. The children are not simple now, I know everything, let us be a teacher, how can we start to work?

What Li Yibing said is the standard answer. In a class, students with good grades are always scarce resources. Li Yubing is clever and obedient. He hopes that his daughter will be bound by such a good child.

Teacher Zhao was asked by Li Yubing. His eyes floated and his palms were on his shoulders. He asked what she had been worried about: "Li Wenbing, you and the teacher tell the truth, did she hit you? ?"

Li Yubing shook his head: "No."

“Have you ever seen you? Is it hard to hear?”

"No."

Teacher Zhao quietly sighed and comforted him: "I have already criticized the snow, and if you bully you in the future, you remember to tell the teacher."

Li Yubing did not want to offend the snow. To be exact, the whole class did not want to offend her.

The cognition of primary school students is simple and clear: the principal is a teacher and the teacher is a student. That is to say, if they are students, they will never be able to instigate the authority of the principal.

Naturally, the authority of the prostitute is also unsuccessful.

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Li Yubing's mother drove a champagne-colored business car and stopped at the school gate. This car is very conspicuous from the shape to the color.

Ms. Li has a light makeup, a small suit and high heels, which looks very young. She took Li Bingbing's hand and said to Teacher Zhao: "Sorry, sorry, a little bit of a delay, hard teacher Zhao."

“Nothing,” Teacher Zhao put up her hand and smiled and asked: “What kind of cram school did Li Wenbing have recently been?”

"After listening to Teacher Zhao's suggestion, the class counseling class gave him a retreat. Now he is learning cello and learning very quickly." Ms. Li smiled slightly and her parents talked about their children. The mood was always gentle and proud.

"Don't learn a sports class? Many boys in our class are learning to swim, taekwondo, and people learn to fencing."

Ms. Li is a bit embarrassed. "He doesn't like sports. When he goes to the swimming class, he won't go, and other sports are not interested."

The two adults did not chill for too long, because they had to send Li Yubing to the violin class.

In the car, my mother asked Li Wenbing: "How is it today?"

Li Yubing thought for a moment and ambiguously answered: "Yes."

Ms. Li looked at her son’s brow and locked it up, and she looked at it with a heavy heart. She smiled and said, "What happened to you?"

Li Yubing was embarrassed to tell her that she was bullied by a girl at school. He was silent for a while and whispered, "My desk is too stupid."

"You can't say that classmate," Mom gave him an education. "Goodness is the most important quality of a person. You complain because you think your classmates are stupid. It is very narrow. Do you understand?"

Li Yubing felt quite wronged and had to nod his head to admit the mistake. "Understood."

“Is the same table at this semester still snowy?”

"Ok."

Ms. Li smiled: "It’s so cute!"

Li Yibing’s face was stretched out: “Not at all.”

Ms. Li thought, silly boy.

She didn't want to talk to her son, so she turned on the car radio.

The broadcast is transferred to the traffic channel, which is a song show. The male anchor with a low voice said: "The mobile phone number 4591, the listener named 'Spinach', wants to order a song for his childhood..."

Li Yubing asked her mother: "What does it mean to be a childhood friend?"

"My childhood, I grew up together as a child, just like you and your table."

"Oh, not a good word."

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