After talking to her mother on the phone, Cong Nian felt very happy.
So when he jumped back to the classroom, the smile on his face was still bright.
The two people who were worried about her in the classroom finally felt relieved after seeing her bright smile.
The fourth class in the morning is politics.
When the political teacher walked into the classroom, the students in Class 4 were shocked and terrified.
"Director Zhao?!"
Cong Nian let out a small exclamation.
That’s right, the teacher who teaches politics to Class 4 is no stranger to everyone.
It was Zhao Quan, the head teacher of the first grade.
Director Zhao walked into the classroom with a smile on his face and a book in his hand. His hair was shiny with something smeared on it.
"Hello everyone, this is our first politics class this semester."
"You all should be familiar with me. We've met a few times during military training."
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Director Zhao's eyes would fall on He Sui from time to time.
It’s not because of anything else, but because He Sui is sleeping again!
Cong Nian couldn't help but start to doubt.
Did He Sui get into No. 1 Middle School on his own?
"Okay, let's leave the reminiscing until after class."
"Come on, everyone, open your books. Let's circle the key points you need to master in Chapter 1..."
Director Zhao spoke very slowly, and his Mandarin mixed with local dialect sounded a bit funny.
Not only is it difficult to distinguish between flat and retroflex consonants, but also front and back nasal sounds are a problem.
Everyone was listening to the class and laughing at the same time.
"Class is a serious matter, please don't laugh."
Director Zhao frowned and said "Yan Shu" instead of "Yan Su".
The students who were not paying attention to the class immediately started to discuss quietly.
"Look familiar? What do you mean?"
"I can tell you're not paying attention in class! We're talking about Yan Shu!"
"Oh~ Isn't this a politics class? Why are we mentioning Yan Shu?"
"Hahahahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. You two are so stupid."
"The student who has been laughing the whole time, please answer this question."
Director Zhao couldn't stand it any longer.
But since He Sui was in this class, and he had an uncle who was the director, he couldn't get angry.
The boy who had just laughed loudly stood up, pursed his lips and tried to hold back his laughter, his face turning red.
"have no idea."
He didn't even know what the question was, let alone an answer.
"If you don't know, then just sit down and listen to the class! You're laughing all day long, you don't look like a student at all!"
This time, Director Zhao said "Xia Sen" instead of "student".
The whole class burst into laughter.
Director Zhao began to lecture on profound principles at length again.
Cong Nian supported his head and turned to look at He Sui from time to time.
Her eyes scanned his delicate features inch by inch.
The pencil rubbed gently on the draft paper spread out on the table.
If you look carefully, you can barely make out that it is a person sleeping.
This was drawn based on He Sui's sleeping face.
Perhaps shocked by his own soul painting skills, Cong Nian laughed softly.
She had never learned to paint, so her drawings looked a little strange.
Yu Xinghe was bored during the class.
Her deskmate was on leave from school and didn't come, so there was no one to talk to, which was really boring.
He tore a page from his notebook and wrote quickly.
Then he reached his hand behind his back and gently tapped Cong Nian's desk.
Cong Nian glanced at Director Zhao, reached out her hand through the gap between the desks, and took the small note written to her by Yu Xinghe.
Do you want to go outside to do your homework after school?
There is also a cute smiley face drawn next to it.
When he was in junior high school, Yu Xinghe often went to Cong Nian's house to do homework.
One reason is that Cong Nian’s parents are often not at home, and they are afraid that she will be too lonely staying alone, so they go to accompany her to do her homework.
Another reason is... her younger brother who just entered the sixth grade is so noisy that it gives her a headache!
When I was doing my homework last night, Yu Xinghai put on his Ultraman mask and jumped on the sofa, screaming: Do you believe in light!
The sound is so loud that it penetrates every hole.
She was wearing headphones and had the door closed, but she could still hear everything clearly.
Then she rushed out and ripped off his mask, broke it in two with her bare hands, and threw it into the trash can.
Yu Xinghai, a sixth-grader, burst into tears.
Then he would fearlessly tease her while she was doing her homework until she fell asleep from exhaustion in the late night.
Cong Nian glanced at He Sui who was sleeping beside him.
Then write on the paper: OK.
An identical smiley face was also drawn next to it.
He knocked on the back of Yu Xinghe's chair and handed the note back in the same way.
Yu Xinghe made an OK gesture.
Political science classes are usually very sleepy, especially around noon.
The students who were initially amused by Director Zhao's accent now covered their faces with books and dozed off.
Finally, the long-awaited bell for the end of get out of class rang.
"Yeah! get out of class is over! Goodbye, teacher!"
A boy jumped up from his seat and rushed out of the classroom excitedly with his schoolbag on his back.
Many students started packing up the books on their desks and preparing to go to the cafeteria for lunch.
"Put your bags down and sit down. We'll finish this chapter and then we'll be dismissed!"
"Hurry up, sit down. It's all because of you being so naughty and making trouble in class."
"If one person wastes five minutes, then 36 people in the class will waste 36 five-minute sessions."
"I'll be done in five minutes, everyone hold on a little longer."
The students sat down with grimace and took out their books again.
Things are so crazy these days, even politics classes have to be delayed?!
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