这本应是很平常的一天。早上六点半,外形为哆啦A梦的闹钟准时响起,小池赖床5分钟才懒懒地起来洗漱。妈妈已经做好了早餐在饭桌等她,小池左手捏着面包猛咬,右手提着汤匙不断地往嘴里灌蛋花汤,她的嘴巴已经无暇抱怨这种早餐搭配,妈妈却在一旁唠叨:“哎呀!慢点吃慢点吃,不是七点十五分才上课嘛,来得及……”“你以为我会飞啊?”小池终于耐不住了,“路上就要二十分钟……呃……”就在这时,小池噎着了,打了一个嗝。小池没在意,加快速度把早餐消灭,然后提起书包,风一般出了家门,还没忘把门带上。 This should have been an ordinary day. At half past six in the morning, the shape of the alarm clock for Doraemon sounded punctually, and Koike spent five minutes in bed lazily to wash up. Mom had made her breakfast waiting at the dinner table, Koizumi pinch the bread with her left hand biting, his right hand carrying a spoon spoonful of flowers to her mouth, her mouth has no time to complain about this breakfast with my mother is nagging aside : “Oh! Slow down to eat slowly, not at seven past fifteen class only, too ... ...” “You think I will fly ah?” “Koichi finally could not stand, ” on the road Twenty minutes ... uh ... "Just then, Koike shuffled and hiccuped. Koike did not mind, to speed up the breakfast to eliminate, and then picked up the bag, the wind out of the house, have not forgotten to bring the door.