“啊,怎么又是作文课?”朱杰文踩着上课铃声奔进教室,顺便瞟了一眼黑板上的课程表,一脸的不乐意。今天,苏老师似乎也来得有些晚。平日里她一定是臂弯里夹着语文书和教案早早就站在了教室门口。而今天,连朱杰文都已经跑进教室了,却迟迟不见苏老师的影子。“苏老师不来,那今天的作文课就不上啦!”朱杰文心里乐开了花,兴奋地跟同桌分享着自己的喜悦。“你想得美!”站在朱杰文面前组织课前纪律的芦月一脸不屑地回敬了他一句。正说着,苏老师抱着一沓作文本出现在了教室门口。 “Ah, how is the composition class?” Zhu Jiewen ran into the classroom on the ringtones, by the way a glance at the blackboard schedule, a look of displeasure. Today, Teacher Su seems to come too late. On weekdays, she must be in her arms and clasps with language books and teaching plans to stand early in the classroom door. Today, even Zhu Jiewen has run into the classroom, but I have not seen the shadow of teacher Su. “Teacher Su do not come, that today’s composition class is not on it!” Zhu Jiewen heart full of flowers, excited to share their joy at the same table. “You think so beautiful! ” Standing in front of Zhu Jiewen class discipline Lu old face disdainful to answer him a sentence. Just then, Su teacher holding a stack of texts appeared in the classroom door.