“丁菲,待会儿放学后到办公室来一下。”班主任走过来对我说。话刚落音,同学们便向我投来同情的目光。因为同学们曾共同总结出一个经验:进办公室,准没好事。我的心开始七上八下的,会是什么事呢?难道是……上星期六下午,我到学校来出黑板报,我来得很早,学校里没有多少人。当我走进车棚,看见了我的“仇人”的自行车。我的脑子里立刻闪出一束灵光。我匆匆溜回教室,拿了笔、纸和胶带,又匆匆溜回车棚,我在纸上写了“该死的猪头”、“出门踩到狗屎”、“骑车骑到火葬场”等字,贴满了他的自行车,还把他车胎内的 “Ding Fei, come to the office after school for a while.” The head teacher came to me and said. As soon as the words fell, the students would cast a sympathetic look on me. Because the students have summed up an experience together: Into the office, there is no good thing. What will happen when my heart begins to rise or fall? Is it that... Last Saturday afternoon, I came to the school to give a blackboard report. I came very early. There are not many people in the school. When I walked into the carport, I saw my “enemy” bike. A beam of light flashed in my mind immediately. I hurried back to the classroom, took pens, paper and tape, and hurried back to the carport. I wrote “Dig’s pig” on the paper, “stepped on the dog bark,” and “riding the bike.” To the crematorium ", covered with his bicycle, also put his car inside the