chatter3 When I got up in the morning, grandma had already made breakfast and bought steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and tofu bread.
The things I moved yesterday were all back in their original places.
My heart jumped into my throat.
When she saw me, she came over with a smile and pushed me into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth: "Momo, grandma bought some delicious steamed buns, wash them and eat them." " I washed my face and sat at the dining table in fear: "Grandma, you" Grandma was sitting across from me, looking at me with loving eyes, and touching my cheek with her warm hand across the table: "My child, do you still care about your parents after so many years?
This has left an indelible shadow in your heart."
The circles under her eyes turned red as she spoke, "Otherwise, why would you be so insecure?
Grandma didn't take good care of you when she got up in the middle of the night and blocked the door."
Her voice became very low, choked and almost talking to herself.
"Midnight, midnight" I felt so guilty when I saw my grandma blaming herself.
I wanted to tell her that wasn't the case, but I didn't know how.
If I tell her that a bat and a snake are going to deal with me, who would believe me will be regarded as a madman.
"That's actually" I was trying to say.
"Poor child, he may not know that he has done these things," grandma said to herself.
"grandmother" Grandma seemed to wake up suddenly, then quickly wiped away her tears and put the hot buns into my bowl: "It's nothing, nothing.
Eat more as you grow taller." " I lowered my head, eating the buns one bite at a time, holding my chopsticks in my mouth and sighing.
It's so unethical to lie to the elderly, so unethical.
After dinner, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back, as if I had lost my soul.
I walked erratically, and was almost hit by a car.
When I got on the subway, I almost fell on the rails, and finally I sat on my head.
Suddenly I remembered that in a movie called The First Commandment, the first commandment of the policeman who catches ghosts is: There are no ghosts in this world.
They wear plain clothes and kill those possessed by ghosts.
Even if they are caught, they have to bear all the blame and cannot tell the truth.
No one will help them because the world needs order and stability.
Therefore, even if I see a monster, I must firmly believe that there are no monsters in the world.
I need to cheer up When I got to class, I took out my homework book and realized that I had not done my homework.
Although my grades were bad, I was still shy.
I took a deep breath, made a lot of determination, and carefully poked the monitor in front of me on the back: “Ot that one.”
"What"'s face smiled like a flower.
"Homework" "You really want to copy, don't you?"
Mu Xi, the handsome monitor, pushed up his shining rimless glasses with his fingers, looking proud that I had discovered him.
I nodded, looked at him, and thought to myself: I don’t really think much about it.
"If you still go to such trouble to be my girlfriend, I'll help you with your homework every day."
The monitor grabbed my hand with a smile on his face, as if you were getting a good deal.
"Er" It took me a few times before I took my hand out, silently opened the homework book and started to try to read the questions, uh, what is a function?
Xiami is an equation of this and that.
I don’t know how to do it.
Alas, it has turned out like this again.
As expected, we cannot have any illusions about the squad leader.
That squad leader always does such strange things.
No matter who asks him to borrow an exercise book, he will borrow it, but I will ask for conditions when I borrow it.
Of course I don't really think that he wants me to be his girlfriend, but people who always make jokes like this are really unscrupulous and unscrupulous.
Mu Xi leaned on my table with his face in his hands and looked hurt: "Momo, you are doing this to me again, you, you, you."
I carefully recited a word in my mind.
It was a modal particle.
This word was pronounced "咸".
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"Oh, don't you scold me?"
Mu Xi, who had always been weak, suddenly sat up like a corpse, accusing me of my crime: Oh, you secretly scold me in your heart, right?
You have no conscience, I have no conscience, I treat you You're so nice and you still scold me. " "I" Why?
Why on earth is this?
I have been very careful, and I only said one word.
Why would he still know if there is any justice?
Why does he know every time I scold him in my heart?
Will God give a humble person like me a way to survive?
But why can’t I just think about it in my heart?
Why should I be grabbed by the tail like a mouse?
I squeezed the penholder tightly with my hand and glared at him hatefully, but after seeing his proud face, I weakly lowered my head.
We can't afford to offend someone with good grades like this, ugh He buried his head like a mouse and filled in a, b, c, d on the multiple-choice questions under Mu Xi's gaze, then lowered his head like a mouse and handed in the homework book heroically, and then lowered his head like a mouse.
He returned to his seat and sat down.
"Don't try to scold me secretly, I will know it all," he said.
After the class bell rang, the class teacher came in with a lot of test papers: ot students, there will be monthly exams next Wednesday, so our classes these days are mainly review.
These test papers will be handed out to everyone, and we will review them after two classes. .
She paused, and her eyes quickly flickered over the faces of those with poor grades, including mine.
"Those who are holding back their monthly exams this time, I want to call your parents to talk to them."
"Then smiled coldly.
My heart beats two beats slow.
Calling parents and grandma will make them mad.
No, I still want to live Mu Xi's hand reached behind and handed over a note: Do you want me to help you?
I crumpled the paper into a ball and stuffed it in the drawer.
I'm not that stupid to ask someone like Mu Xi to help me.
If I copied Mu Xi's test paper, I would definitely pass, but the class teacher would never let me go, because I seemed to be the kind of person who could only get 20 or 30 points.
If they all fly by at low altitude, or if there happens to be one class that is just a few points behind the two, then it is possible to ask the class teacher to let me go.
There is no way, I don’t dare to get better after my grades have been poor for a long time.
Just like if you ask for food, others will think that you should beg for food all your life.
The day you stop asking for food, others will think that you found money in the trash can or stole something.
Then all the teachers did the same thing, and the classroom was so quiet that you could hear a fly flying in.
When school was over, the test papers on the table turned into a big pile.
I didn’t even bother to write my name, so I just crumpled them into a ball and stuffed them in the drawer.
I secretly looked at the people around me and found that many people had done the same thing as me, so I comforted myself: I am not the only one with poor grades.
If you die, someone will die with you.
He sat in his position and didn't want to move.
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