I can be regarded as the "late king" of our class. I don't know why, something bad happens to me every morning. The head teacher instructed, "Which day did you say you weren't late and started school for two weeks?" "Last Thursday and this Tuesday." The class teacher is in distress situation, and there is nothing I can do.

"Get up, 10 It's 7 o'clock." My mother is urging me to get up again. I didn't believe it at first, because my mother often told me to get up early and "lied about military intelligence." I went to bed with confidence. I accidentally glanced at my bedside watch and broke out in a cold sweat. Seven o'clock, 15.

I got up in a hurry. The school stipulates that I should arrive at school at 7: 40, and the journey takes 20 minutes. It seems that I will be late again today. After washing in a hurry, I grabbed my schoolbag, stuffed a piece of bread in my mouth and ran out the door. When I ran out of the door of the community and prepared to buy another book, I found that I didn't bring my bus card. What bad luck? I was unlucky in everything, so I had to run back.

I finally ran to the station, ready to catch up with the "electricity 8" in front. But God was determined to fight with me, and I was about to catch up, but the driver, I don't know why he didn't see me still full, so he had to helplessly "watch it go far". Finally, I waited for the stars to look forward to the moon for a long time and got a "electricity 1". There were so many people that I had to rush up.

I didn't have time to look at my watch until I got on the bus. That's it. It's eight minutes to 7: 40. Why is it so bad? I ran a red light again. I finally got to the station, so I was relieved, huh? Why doesn't the bus stop? Are you on the wrong bus? No, I remember, because the road was built in front and the station was just one stop ahead. If I had known, I wouldn't have taken this bus. Now I can't regret it After getting off the bus, it was 7: 45, I was running all the way, and the class started at 7: 50. I seem to see my classmates sitting in their seats, sitting straight and listening carefully, as if I heard the sound of reading, and as if I saw the teacher's stern eyes staring.

Alas, when I arrived at the school gate, only three students on duty were registering the names of the latecomers. I used to write my own names, but I'm late again today. Then, as usual, I flew to the classroom. ...