But the classroom was full. Oh, everyone is stealing seconds. There are only two minutes left before school is out, and everyone is holding their breath. Time seems to have frozen at this moment, and a second feels as long as a century. Ha! There's only one minute left! We're almost shouting with excitement. Fifty seconds, forty seconds, thirty seconds, twenty seconds... We greedily watch the second hand, willing it to move faster with our minds. Finally, the delightful after-school bell rang with great excitement, and the students immediately threw their pre-prepared bags over their shoulders and rushed out of the classroom like chasing wind and lightning. The students who ride bicycles pushed and rode their bikes out of the school gate. The students on duty also quickly finished their duties and hopped away. The classroom quietened down again, just that there wasn't a single person.
Damn! He's here to recite the book again. Chen Peng walked towards me with a worried look, turning an English book in his hands. I quickly lowered my head to correct my homework, hoping he would just pass by. "Hey, I'm here to recite!" He poked me with the book and started reciting on his own. "Look at the building... Ah, what's next? Oh, right, There are two... two cars." Sigh! It's truly a kind of torment to listen to him! He sways back and forth, showing his yellow teeth, openly peeking at the book. Suddenly, he stopped. Oh, there's another group reciting nearby, and he starts listening and reciting while eavesdropping. Truly, small eyes can focus and sneak peeks, and big ears can absorb sound and eavesdrop. I sighed. He finally stammered through his "reading."
The sound of gunfire went off. The 4x100-meter relay race began! The athletes running the first leg all rushed forward like arrows released from a bowstring. In an instant, the cheerleaders started shouting "Go! Go!" The athletes were highly invigorated, each unwilling to yield to the other. Dust flew up on the track as if the sea water was surging forward. Soon, they had pulled apart the distances. Our classmate xxx was struggling and fell behind but still persisted in catching up with the leading athletes. At this point, I started to feel nervous because I was running the second leg and had to reverse the disadvantage. I bore a heavy responsibility. Panting, xxx ran over. I quickly jogged a few steps, reached out to take the baton, and with a kick of my right foot, I sprinted off. The whistling wind in my ears let me experience the thrill brought by speed. I surpassed one opponent. Suddenly, I felt like I had been injected with adrenaline, extremely excited. I spread my legs and continued to chase, finally surpassing another opponent before passing the baton. I felt relieved, my legs went limp, and I collapsed onto the grass shouting encouragement. In the end, we won!
The drum sounds like thunder, and the dragon boat race has entered its white-hot stage. The spectators could hardly contain their excitement. After the dragon boat race, the military commander released 30 green-necked drakes into the river. Instantly, the crowd erupted, and those skilled in swimming jumped into the water to catch the ducks. They all wanted to become the owner of the ducks. The ducks stretched their necks and swam desperately. The people in the water opened their arms and pursued them relentlessly. Some ducks cleverly swam to deeper waters to avoid misfortune, but the people did not easily give up and chased after them wading in the water; some ducks seemed very willing to be embraced by the people, happily heading straight for them, and the people, of course, welcomed them with smiles. Now, catching ducks has also entered its white-hot stage. The remaining few confused ducks were effortlessly captured by the people. Everyone returned holding ducks, each becoming a victor.
After receiving the test paper
At noon, everyone was studying independently, and the Chinese teacher quietly walked into the classroom. The students noticed and looked anxiously at the thing in the teacher's hand - the exam papers. Announcing scores is ten times more nerve-wracking than taking the exam because the exam is addition, but announcing scores is subtraction. The teacher stood for a while without saying anything, as if she had forgotten about announcing the scores. Our tense mood temporarily relaxed a bit. Suddenly, the teacher said "Good," deliberately paused for a moment, and then the words we least wanted to hear still drilled into our ears: "Now I will announce the mid-term exam scores." From 90 points to 86 points... the scores were getting lower. The students were sitting on their stools, uneasily twisting and turning. Just when I was nearly losing hope, the teacher finally announced my score, "Wang Guanyi, 85 points." The stone in my heart finally landed. The teacher also praised me, saying I had made progress. I happily took the exam paper and examined it carefully, then turned to the classmates. Look at them, some were holding their papers high and shouting "Miracle," some were stretching their necks asking others' scores, some were boasting loudly, and some were going to get scolded...
When the 11:40 bell rang
In the morning short class, we were all hungry during our vigorous growth period. Whatever the teacher said seemed to go in one ear and out the other, distracted and looking around, occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall. "The teacher's almost done explaining the test, why isn't the bell ringing?" I was thinking, when the bell rang, and everyone rushed to the door like firefighters hearing an alarm, hunters spotting prey, or athletes hearing the starting gun. "Wait a moment, there are still a few questions left unexplained." The teacher decisively said. The students were like being struck by lightning and falling into a valley. We patiently listened until the end, then immediately lined up. The ones who liked to be mischievous lost their interest in mischief and behaved obediently. The teacher generously waved her hand and said, "Go ahead." We slipped away quickly, fearing the teacher might change her mind halfway. We were finally the first to eat lunch.
The bell rang, and Teacher Sheng walked into the classroom with light steps. During the class, people kept interrupting to talk. To express her dissatisfaction with this behavior, the teacher expressionlessly asked them to stand at the back row. Then, she resumed her usual amiable expression while teaching, as if nothing had happened, except for a little unnaturalness on her face. But now, "killing the chicken to scare the monkeys" didn't work, and the remnants continued their own conversations. The corner of the teacher's mouth twitched, trying hard to control her emotions and maintain calmness: "You keep being arrogant!" Sure enough, the troublemakers were eventually punished!
Teacher Sheng, you've changed me
Since entering school, I have seriously studied Chinese for the first time. Originally, I thought Chinese was nothing worth learning, and I didn't listen attentively in class. Now, in Teacher Sheng's interesting lectures, I have experienced the charm of Chinese for the first time. Before, I hated writing essays the most, always feeling at a loss where to start, having nothing to say, and writing articles that were bland and tasteless. Now, in Teacher Sheng's patient guidance, I have found much material in the joyful group of Class Seven (2) and indulged in Teacher Sheng's specially designed fragment descriptions. Teacher Sheng is like my启蒙teacher, subtly changing so many things about me!
I sat at the desk, and my brain went completely blank. "This essay topic is so difficult!" I thought. I scanned the densely packed grids, and a sense of near-despair washed over me. A 600-word essay! It's unimaginable! How do you write such a topic! I felt a little disheartened, casually flipped a few pages forward in my composition book, gazing at the large sections marked in red circles, and seeing the teacher's hopeful comments, I secretly resolved: I must write better than last time! Without hesitation, all kinds of beautiful phrases came to mind, gradually becoming clear. Suddenly, ideas flowed freely, and I wrote furiously before forgetting, finishing in one breath, finally replacing the densely packed grids with beautiful articles!
I was praised
The commendation meeting began! The principal slowly walked to the microphone and took out the list of commendations. "Student xxx from Class Seven (1), student xxx from Class Seven (2)...” He elongated his voice as if wanting people to remember this historic moment, making us feel ticklish inside. The students perked up their ears, held their breath, and listened intently, all hoping the next name called out by the principal would be theirs. "Student Wang Guanyi!" Instantly, blood rushed to my head, sorrow overwhelmed me, but I still tried to appear calm. Looking at the envious gazes cast by my classmates, I couldn't help but feel incredibly proud, my face almost turning red from smiling. I raised my head, and the sky seemed especially blue!
Midday Battle
Everyone leisurely finished lunch, laughing and talking as they gradually returned to the classroom. Upon entering, we discovered the "Three Musketeers" had already been waiting for quite some time, and the blackboard was already filled with dense afternoon drill assignments. The math teacher appeared: "Everyone, take out yesterday's textbook!" Then he started explaining problems. Halfway through, an English teacher suddenly interrupted, saying, "Hold on, I have something to say!" And thus began the English teacher's solo act. After speaking for a while, the English teacher finally finished and walked away satisfied. It was finally the Chinese teacher's turn. As expected, the closing act had the greatest impact: "Take out your dictation books, copy 'The Three Gorges,' and if you can't, you'll be penalized!" But halfway through the dictation, the music teacher arrived: "Go outside for practice!" The music teacher was truly our savior!
That day, if I were you
If I were you that day, I wouldn't have taken away the red English notebook. During the history class, the teacher was explaining the test paper, and I saw that the teacher hadn't yet explained where I had gone wrong, so I took out the English original to correct it, only to be seen by the history teacher. I was wrong! After class, the history teacher told the math teacher, and the math teacher confiscated my notebook. If I were you, I wouldn't have done it this way. You should at least give a chance first!
I look at word problems
There are only a few word problems left! I burst out laughing. But gradually, my voice became quieter, turning into dry laughter, and my smile froze: "This is really tough!" I glanced at the long problem, determined to demolish all the shoddy construction on this enemy battlefield! I picked up my gun (pen) and charged fiercely. Instantly, the battlefield echoed with cries (the sound of writing), the fires of war flew everywhere (eraser crumbs), and corpses lay scattered (scratch paper). "Heaven, this method is wrong!" I suddenly felt like I had been shot. Carefully analyzing, I finally found the breakthrough and wrote furiously. "Victory belongs to us!" Conquering one position after another. "Ha ha, word problems are nothing!"
Car accident scene
On an afternoon of thick fog, a car enveloped by the mist slowly drove along the road, emitting clouds of black smoke, and then stopped, seemingly broken down. Not long after, a driver hummed a tune, revving up to rush through the intersection, unexpectedly spotting another vehicle, slamming on the brakes, sharply turning the steering wheel, but still failing to avoid it, colliding head-on. Immediately, sharp braking sounds and bone-chilling collision noises shattered the afternoon air. The front car was sent flying, and the rear car's glass shattered into spiderwebs. More vehicles soon followed, crashing into each other and blocking the road. The ground was littered with broken glass, and it seemed there was even congealed blood.
Basketball game
A whistle sounded on the playground, and the referee tossed the ball high into the air. XXX and XXX leapt up, and XXX skillfully hooked the ball, speeding toward the opponent's hoop. XXX stood outside the three-point line, attempting a long-range three-pointer. Alas! It missed! XXX, waiting under the hoop, grabbed the ball and dashed off like a bolt of white lightning. I was responsible for the side, but XXX didn't even glance at me, knocking me spinning, and the referee didn't notice! While I was complaining, I suddenly heard the referee leisurely blow the whistle, oh? We lost the ball. In the second half, we fought back fiercely, scoring goal after goal. The playground was filled with rapid movement, steaming hot, only hearing the friction between shoes and the floor, attracting a large crowd to stop and watch. After a period of struggle, we finally narrowly won with a score of 6-4.
Wolves and Dogs
In this society, dogs may find it easier to adapt to the world. Dogs always obey others' orders, meticulously executing every word from their masters, deeply favored by bosses, never having any extraneous thoughts, wholeheartedly following their masters. Wolves in this society aren't so easy to adapt, because wolves have ambition. They refuse to be controlled by others; ambition enables them to be creative, to discover and innovate; ambition allows them to look down on everything, using their unstoppable momentum to overwhelm everyone, making them bow in admiration. On the battlefield, such a person is either a hero or a martyr; in enterprises, people with such qualities make the entire group vibrant, occupying the center of the market.
Bilingual Festival
I aimlessly walked down the street, watching the continuous flow of vehicles and pedestrians, patting my empty pocket. After studying, I fell seriously ill and spent a lot of money on medical treatment. Now, I need to work! I quickened my pace. When I reached the company entrance, my heart sank again. There was a long queue in the company, everyone needing a job. At this time, the flu was prevalent in Hong Kong, and the resistance of residents had decreased. Some people in the queue hesitated: Should they go or not? Many considered their health and went to the hospital. But I was in good shape and confidently started working. After finishing the work, I received a generous salary. At this moment, the broadcast sounded: "It's time for the simulation life game!" After comparison, our score was the highest, and we won, yay!
If I were to assign homework
Assigning homework is quite a challenge. I wish I could rush into the classroom and shout loudly: "No homework today, let's dismiss!" My words would certainly receive cheers and praise from the students. But then I thought again: If I don't assign homework, how will I let them consolidate what they learned in class? Let them review themselves? No no, that won't work, some people are not self-disciplined! They cannot be trusted to be responsible, which goes against my educational philosophy, what should I do? I then remembered the scene yesterday when I assigned homework: crying and yelling, blood floating on the spear, rivers of blood... Alright, I'll assign a little, just not too much.
Duty-related Matters
"Ding ling ling" The cheerful dismissal bell rang, and I was about to leave with my backpack when suddenly XXX called me: "Hey! Where are you going? We're on duty today!" I had no choice but to unpack and grab the mop. I went to the restroom, and after a long while, I returned. Holding a dripping wet mop, I vigorously mopped the floor, forgetting that I was stepping on it myself. When they were mocking me, I caught sight of the English phrase above the English corner, "Haste makes waste," and became quite annoyed, so I mopped the floor even more wildly. When I was panting and leaning on the mop, they had already finished. Just as I was about to leave, XXX suddenly shut the door and locked it, making funny faces. "Ya~" I shouted loudly, climbed out of the window, beat up XXX twice, and then went to practice.
Continuation of "The Seven Diamonds"
The gushing water flows clear and transparent, spraying high into the air. All living things on the ground enjoy this timely rain. Little girl, her love, now nourishes the whole world. The parched land has been moistened, the river water has risen, and all living things in the world have been infected and purified by this love. People cheered and sang praises to the benevolent God and the little girl's boundless love. From then on, everyone had boundless love in their hearts, and the world once again became a beautiful spring. From then on, everyone lived happily ever after.