The sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
When the first rays of dawn broke through the clouds, the sun in the east slowly emerged.
The morning light is dim and the clouds are thick.
Grade 1 (4) is located on the first floor of the teaching building.
At the entrance is a lush and tall camphor tree, under which are planted colorful flowers of unknown varieties.
After the military training, the students seemed to be revived and their relationships became more familiar.
In a real sense, today is the first day of formal classes.
The classroom was noisy.
The students wore the same school uniform, white T-shirts and black shorts.
Some were playing, some were catching up on sleep, some were singing, some were chasing each other around the tables and chairs, and some were folding paper airplanes and flying them from one end of the classroom to the other.
The class suddenly became quiet.
Everyone subconsciously looked towards the back door, and when they didn't see the teacher, they smiled at each other and continued chatting.
As soon as He Suicong entered the classroom, he lay down to catch up on his sleep.
Now Wu Qing exposed the fact that he played games until the early morning.
Cong Nian also lay drowsily on the table, fiddling with the hair of Yu Xinghe, who was sitting at the table in front of her.
Her hair was just past her shoulders, pure black, and so smooth it could have been used in a shampoo commercial.
She tied her hair into a high ponytail and let it hang obediently behind her head.
Yu Xinghe's hair is dark brown and naturally curly. When she wakes up from a good night's sleep, her fur becomes frizzy like a little lion's. Even a perm may not be able to achieve such a perm.
It was supposed to be about the same length as her, but now...
"He He, why did you suddenly cut your hair short?"
Touching Yu Xinghe's short hair that was cut just past her ears.
Big pink and blue hairpins are used on both sides to hold the hair down to prevent it from being blown into a big afro by the wind.
"Oh, I had a fight with that brat of mine in the hospital yesterday, and he pulled out a few strands of my hair."
"Plus, combing my hair every morning is incredibly annoying, so I just cut it off."
Yu Xinghe was flipping through a brand new textbook, previewing the next lesson and circling possible key points and grammar in pencil in the book.
That’s right, the first class of the school year is English class.
Cong Nian twirled Yu Xinghe's hair with her fingers and yawned.
The sound of high heels clacking could be heard in the corridor, and a classmate who was acting as an intelligence agent at the door hurried in to tip off:
"Hurry up and sit down! The English teacher is here!"
The classroom, which had been noisy just now, suddenly became quiet and the students returned to their seats.
The footsteps were getting closer, and a female teacher wearing a white shirt and a black hip skirt walked into the classroom.
He pushed up his red glasses and greeted me in standard British English:
"good morning, children."
"Good morning, teacher."
After a simple greeting, she wrote her English name on the blackboard with white chalk: Vera.
"Students who are still sleepy, please remind your deskmate that we are about to start class."
Cong Nian sat up, took out an English textbook from her bag, and then patted He Sui's arm.
"Wake up, wake up, it's time for class."
Perhaps because he was very sleepy, He Sui frowned, moved, changed his direction and fell asleep facing the wall.
Teacher Vera looked over from afar, and the classmates' eyes also slowly gathered over, as if they were all waiting for him.
Cong Nian felt as if a thorn was on her back, and she reached under the table and pinched his hand on his knee.
Feeling the pain, He Sui slowly opened his eyes, with a breath stuck in his heart.
He is grumpy when he wakes up.
"It's time for class."
Cong Nian approached him and secretly pointed at the teacher on the podium.
He Sui sniffed and sat up reluctantly.
Teacher Vera then started the class.
"Okay, students, please turn to the first page and read the title."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Sui collapsed on the table again and fell asleep.
Cong Nian carefully piled a few thick books on the table, trying to block his view from the teacher.
Unfortunately, Yu Xinghe’s deskmate is temporarily on leave and has not come to class yet.
There was a large empty space in front, so He Sui looked particularly out of place.
I guess the only person who dares to sleep so openly in class is He Sui.
However, after looking at the seating chart, the English teacher seemed to no longer care about him sleeping openly in class.
Cong Nian breathed a sigh of relief and began to take notes seriously in the book.
The cicadas outside the window seemed louder than ever before, and the branches stretched wildly toward the sky, but could not block the scorching sun.
There was nearly half an hour of physical exercise time after the second class, but since it was the first day of school, we did not do it.
He Sui, who had slept for two classes, finally moved.
Cong Nian and Yu Xinghe had just returned from the hot water room when they saw him yawning and stretching.
I couldn't help but envy him.
She tossed and turned very late last night because she had to go to class today.
But she didn't dare to sleep blatantly like He Sui, who didn't take the teacher seriously.
"Would you like to come with me to the office?"
As soon as I sat down, He Sui came over.
"In no mood."
Cong Nian refused without even thinking.
Please, if she had this time to accompany him to the office, she could have caught up on fifteen minutes of sleep.
Besides, the office is not an entertainment venue, so what’s the point of going there?
His arm slipped and he fell on the table. Just as he was about to close his eyes, a silver object swayed in front of him.
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