History teacher's home tour

Today, I came to my grandmother's house again. I didn't have a partner and I lost power. I am bored. So, I decided to go to the crusade of the history teacher.

I am planning this way:

1. First ride the westbound, come to the place near the teacher's home, look for some clues, such as the teacher's bicycle, or ask around to find the teacher's residence.

2, if you can't find it, call and ask, soft rub the hard bubble and ask for the address.

I am a lucky person. I didn't wait for me to implement the plan. I saw a familiar figure on the corner of the street - jeans, jeans, and red shoes. Approaching, listening to the sound, I have to laugh and cry! Isn't this the history teacher I am looking for?

Going forward, say hello, the teacher seems to be surprised, but welcome me immediately, bring me home and warmly entertain me.

When I arrived at the teacher's house, I saw a pile of boxes, a double bed, half of a mattress, half a stack of books, a study table and a laptop. I don't know if it was a sale. People's home.

The teacher took two bottles of mineral water and we started negotiations. The teacher and my age are not much different, and they all like to play games, so the common language is very much, talking about the world, talking all over the place, chatting very happy.

At around four o'clock, I was a little sleepy. I was too embarrassed to talk to the teacher. I asked the teacher to sleep first. I looked at the book's suggestions. The teacher fell asleep and it seems that he is really sleepy. I was holding a book there, I can't say that I was eager to see it, just to pass the time. This quiet down, I am also a little sleepy, I have been sleeping at 10:30 for the past three days. Gradually, I also fell asleep on the book.

When I woke up, I was close to five o'clock, and the sun was on the west. Dad also called, so I talked with the teacher for a while and then I left. The happy time always makes people feel very short, I don't know enough, but time is here, I can only go home helplessly. There is still a small regret. I originally wanted to borrow a game console from the teacher, but I didn’t say anything at the end...·····

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