It seems that Teacher Lu can only ask his son to help hold the baby. In response, Teacher Lu did not deny it and said: "Xiaobing, you are tired of holding the baby, let someone else hold it. If he doesn't let me hold it, I will hold it." Teacher Lu wanted to hold the baby the most, but his son didn't allow it.
After hearing this, the others agreed with Zhang Da Lao: "Teacher, you are a patient, you can't get tired."
In order to avoid his mother from having to hold him in his arms, Zhang Huayao carried the small bag himself.
Regarding this point of her son, the mother, Teacher Lu, praised him in a matter-of-fact way, saying, "He is very capable in raising children."
Really? The doubtful eyes of the crowd were exactly the same as those of Zhu Huicang, the father of the child. Looking up at the picture of Zhang Huayao holding the child, there was only one word to describe it: Uh. This was clearly a little angel lying in the arms of a big devil.
"My son is as timid as a mouse." Zhu Huicang said this out of fear for his son.
When Xiao Dongliang was born, his mother was frightened by a difficult labor, and he became a famous coward. He was afraid of everyone he met and cried loudly. People couldn't understand why this timid child was not frightened by the devil.
"Hold him and see if he is afraid of you as his father or me." Zhang Huayao said cheerfully.
How could a son be afraid of his father? Zhu Huicang didn't think much about it and took his son back and held him in his arms.
...
...
Little Dongliang was sleeping so soundly in his big brother's arms. As soon as he was moved to another place, his little brows frowned and he started crying with his pacifier open.
"Why are you crying?" Zhu Huicang was so anxious that he tried to coax the child.
The people around looked at Zhang Da Lao's face and said: This man is so bad that he can even kidnap a baby of only a few months old.
When Teacher Lu heard that she had arrived at the right time, she happily took over He Xiangyu's megaphone and said, "I'll cheer for you later."
Tao Zhijie covered his forehead with one hand: Teacher, don’t be like her——
Teacher Lu's eyes were still sharp, and he caught his movements and said, "Tao Zhijie, you shout."
No. --Resistance by cells throughout the body.
“Now it’s a sports meet, and everyone has the responsibility to be a cheerleader.” Teacher Lu pointed out his misconception.
Under the majesty of Teacher Lu, the students said: Yes, the teacher is right, it makes sense.
"You young teachers run with your students and encourage them at the same time." Teacher Lu appointed the troops and deployed them on the battlefield.
"Teacher——" After hearing this arrangement, it was Student Xie who was greatly frightened.
Don't be afraid. Teacher Lu put his hand on her shoulder: The new favorite wants to compete, and Teacher Lu will definitely favor her.
After getting the news from the crowd in Guodu, Zhang Desheng and his roommates ran back to reveal: "One of our opponents is a national second-level athlete, with the best record of two minutes and twenty-five seconds. Yingying, what was your previous time?"
She is not a professional athlete and has never measured her numbers.
"It doesn't matter. Shihua didn't know she could come in first before the competition." A group of classmates surrounded her to comfort her.
Student Pan is a real athlete, but she is not.
Yue Wentong said in a calm voice, "Just run your course, don't think too much. The instructor and everyone else won't ask anything of you."
Yes. Ren Chongda nodded. This was not a competition for their class. They got the ranking by chance. It was normal if they didn't. There were not so many professional athletes in the medical school.
As I turned around, Senior Brother Cao patted my shoulders twice.
“Run as you feel comfortable.”
Brother Cao's voice was gentle and firm, revealing a message of wisdom: the purpose of participating is to make yourself run happily.
Hearing this, Xie Wanying's shoulders relaxed and she couldn't help but smile, feeling relieved.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
