"reconstruction" table

Recently, the class teacher has implemented a new set of rewards and punishments: the group winning star system. As a team leader, of course I have to take the lead. I have seen my survey for a few days and found that the biggest weakness of our group is not to speak, especially my desk. So, I decided to start with the same table and completely "reform" him.

This is the first math class I started to implement. As soon as I was in class, the teacher asked a few questions about my homework. When I saw that the homework at the same table was all right, I immediately told him to speak: "Raise your hand, you are all right, just read it at home. Come out, it’s fast, fast!”

"No, I haven't organized the language yet." The same table shook his head and sat there, like a Buddha. After that, he used another strange reason to smother me, and this math class ended in such a groggy way.

Hey, the first time I hit a smoldering gun... but it doesn't matter, no one can succeed at one time! keep it up!

The second section is the language class. Although the language is deeper than mathematics, I have just seen the same language on the same table and wrote the information he had prepared. I thought of it and I raised my mouth.

The previous question, the same table did not answer, I know that he is waiting for the last question, that is, he remembers the most detailed question in the book.

As the class approached, the teacher finally asked the most difficult question, but the hand at the same table could not lift it. I quickly rushed to the side and urging the same table to raise my hand, while trying to pull the hands of the same table. Can be at the same table or Wei Nuouo, the game is uncertain.

I couldn't stand it, staring at the same table with sinisterness, and made a killer: "If you don't raise your hand again, believe it or not, I won't teach you math problems later..."

So, the same table was forced to raise his right hand with powerlessness, and I looked forward to his wonderful speech with full expectation. But when the teacher's gaze was about to sweep to the same table, the same table was actually faintly put down, and at the same time, the bell was ringing briskly.

The little flame in my heart was instantly destroyed, looking at the same table, I had to sigh and sigh: "The dead wood can not be carved..."

In this way, I trained the same table for two or three days, but after all, I have not achieved results. I am almost desperate.

On a Wednesday afternoon extra-curricular reading class, I held a book circle as usual. At this time, the teacher asked a question, and there were very few people raising their hands in the whole class.

The teacher randomly clicked on a person's name, and the person answered the teacher's question clearly and loudly... and so on, the voice is, at the same table!

I jerked my head and saw the same table that I had just spoken to me to make a "victory" gesture.

Suddenly, I was like a small grass in the desert that was about to die. I really got the source of my life. I really want to hold flowers around the same table for seven or eight circles.

So many days of effort have not been in vain! Come on, at the same table!

Sixth grade: Zhu Ziye