上课铃响了,伴随着杂乱的脚步声,同学们如潮水般涌入教室,与早早到来的老师打声招呼,匆匆回到各自的座位上。老师用满意的目光扫视了一下全班,突然在一个地方停了下来,然后向我问道:“怎么他还没来?”我的视线从旁边的空座位,转移到了一支正在桌面上慢慢向桌沿滚动的旧铅笔上。“嗯,他——”“我来了!”还没等我说完,和准备去接那支铅笔,我的同桌就气喘吁吁地站在了教室门口。“哦,来了,去坐吧。”老师好像已经习惯了。他一溜烟儿奔向自己 The bell rang, accompanied by messy footsteps, flooding students into the classroom, and the early arrival of teachers say hello, hurried back to their seats. The teacher glanced at the class with a satisfying gaze and suddenly stopped in one place and then asked me: “Why did he not come yet?” My gaze shifted from the empty seat next to one of my desktop On the old pencil slowly rolling along the table. “Well, he - ” “I’m coming!” “Before I finished, and was ready to pick up the pencil, my desk was gasping at the door. ”Oh, come and sit." The teacher seems to be used to it. He slipped to himself