“老师,我找您好长时间了!”班长徐冰纯急冲冲地跑了过来。我忙问发生了什么事。她把一张纸条递给我:“您看吧,这是叶居东写的。今天午睡铃响过后,他还在讲话,我点了他的名,扣了他的分,他就和我顶。自修课时他写字条给我,要我说出理由,我写了。您看,都在上面呢。还是班干部呢,哼!摆明了要和我抬杠。” “Teacher, I’ve been looking for you for a long time!” squad leader Xu Bing rushed over to rush. I was busy asking what happened. She handed me a piece of paper: “Look at it, it was written by Ye Judong. After he had slept in the afternoon, he was still talking. I ordered his name and deducted his points. He and I topped it. During the self-study class, he wrote a note to me and asked me to give reasons. I wrote it. You see, it’s all on it. It’s still the class cadre, hey! It’s clear that he wants to carry the bar with me.”