It is said that in the second middle school students, apart from the teacher’s speech, they were so quiet that they could even hear a needle drop.
But Sun Miaomiao didn’t think so on the first day when she transferred to the Second Middle School, because classmate Zhu Yu, who was sitting in front of her, used a book to cover his face in class and secretly talked to him. Telling stories at the same table. Because of the loud voice, Sun Miaomiao listened to the story without missing a word.
At first, when Sun Miaomiao listened to the story, tears came out of her smile and her shoulders trembled.
But gradually Sun Miaomiao stopped laughing, because Zhu Yu told the same story every day, and his deskmates asked the same question.
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Sun Miaomiao felt very strange, so she couldn’t help but poke Zhu Yu with a ballpoint pen, and whispered: “You two tell a new story? Just this one story, I listened to every class, listened to more than ten years, you are not tired of talking, I am tired of listening.”
“Sun Miaomiao, Can you be more serious in class?” The teacher on the podium threw a piece of chalk at Sun Miaomiao and shouted angrily, “You are either giggling or whispering there every day in class. Do you still want to study?” < br>
Sun Miaomiao was very aggrieved by the scolding, because Zhu Yu was at the same table with him for talking trivialities in every class, and the teacher did not scold them.
“I don’t understand, there is no one in front of you, what can you say?” the teacher said in confusion.
Sun Miaomiao was taken aback, and Zhu Yu in the front seat turned his head and said to her with a smile, “Because we told this story when we died.”