In a mid-term exam in grade four, I did my homework carefully in the classroom and only heard the sound of "brush brush". My classmates are all immersed in carefully writing test papers, and I am no exception.
It says, I have a question. I just sat there staring at the test paper. Monk Zhang Er was very confused. He thought for ten minutes and almost memorized the topic, but I still don't know.
I looked around, and all the students around me showed cheerful smiles, as if they had got 100. I was extremely disappointed, "alas!" Sigh. Then I looked up and found that some students were copying the answers. When the teacher didn't find out, I had a crooked brain. ...
I want to copy the answers from my deskmate. I looked around and everyone's eyes were on the test paper; Look at the present teacher, she is still intoxicated in the world of books and is at ease. I smiled and copied Zhang's answer with great confidence. I craned my neck to look at my classmates and teachers around me. No one noticed my every move. My neck is longer, like a giraffe. I glanced at the test paper on the right, then shrank back like a turtle and wrote down the answer quickly.
I looked around again, and everyone was looking down at the test paper without any distraction; The teacher is still reading her extracurricular books. My heart gradually calmed down, thinking: copying homework is as simple as that.
Unexpectedly, the scene where I copied the answers happened to be seen by Wang Jiahui sitting in the back. After the exam, he told the class teacher about it in detail.
I saw the head teacher was furious and picked up the phone to call my mother. At this time, I was severely punished-copying the text.
From then on, I never dared to secretly copy the answers. |||