Old Wu signaled Du Chen, and Du Chen obediently took his chair and walked to the last row in the aisle, then picked up paper and pen and prepared to study. All the little kids in the class secretly looked at Du Chen with curiosity, wondering where this teacher came from and why they had never seen him before.
"Be quiet, class is starting now, take out your textbooks!"
Old Wu knocked on the podium with the blackboard eraser to remind the students below.
Du Chen secretly glanced at the Chinese textbook of the student next to him. Well, it has become different from when he was in school, but the smell of ink on the book is still so nice. It's just that the textbook of the boy next to him is dirty and the edges are curled. It's a bit too dirty. Du Chen couldn't help but want to laugh. It's only been a few weeks since school started, and the textbook has become so dirty!
"Today, we're going to start our lesson with a new text, 'Kolya's Wooden Box.' Everyone, find this text and let's begin!"
Old Wu looked at Du Chen at the podium, and then decided to teach a text called "Kolya's Wooden Box" which would be studied at the end of the semester. This was also the text she had taught Du Chen that year. The overlap of time and space made Old Wu dazed for a moment, and then she smiled and decided to teach Du Chen another good lesson.
As Old Wu lectured, deeply buried memories were unearthed, and Du Chen also recalled this text. This should be the third time he has studied this text, right?
Du Chen also found it very interesting. Sitting in the bright and clean classroom, watching his former head teacher give him a lecture again, wasn't this the feeling he missed? Wasn't this the feeling he wanted?
So Du Chen also calmed down and took notes carefully to review the text, without a single distracting thought in his mind.
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