Hip-Hop Gang Incident II - (Final Version)

Author: Xihapbeibei / Country:
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Publish Date: 2006-07-01
Features: This semester, our class had a new English teacher named, a middle-aged person in his forties. His lessons were always fresh and interesting, and the girls really enjoyed his classes. I was no exception. But today, no matter what he said in class, I couldn’t focus on a single word. Sitting in my seat, I impatiently glanced at the blackboard, then out the window, and then again at my watch, my mind anxiously thinking: When will class be over? Today feels like it’s taking forever, it’s driving me crazy!!! I kept glancing down at my desk, and my mind started to feel uneasy. A class lasts only a few dozen minutes, yet I made so many mistakes: I knocked over my classmate’s pencil case, spilling erasers, pencils, and rulers all over the floor; when I was flipping through the English textbook, I accidentally ripped out a page with a loud "whoosh"; and finally, when the dismissal bell rang, as I stood up, I was suddenly pinched by the back of the chair, and the pain made me almost cry out.
"Class is dismissed here. The homework is due tomorrow morning." As soon as the English teacher finished speaking, I didn’t even have time to say hello to Bao'er before rushing out of the classroom. I had never wanted to go home so eagerly. I tightly gripped the letter from Pei Jizhong, rushing home as fast as I could, completely ignoring the splattered water stains that had already dirtied my school uniform skirt. That letter was like a piece of firewood—just a spark was all it needed to burst into flames. An indescribable wave of fervent emotion surged through every pore of my body. But for some reason, the more I hurried, the more things went wrong. The road was completely gridlocked—buses and taxis formed a long queue, moving slowly, with impatient horns blaring one after another. My mind raced: At this rate, the road will be blocked for at least thirty minutes. No, I can’t wait thirty minutes. Today, I didn’t even want to wait a single minute!!! So I decided to take a shortcut home through the inner street.
The houses on the inner street were all built in a style with long eaves, making it convenient for pedestrians to seek shelter from the rain. As a result, the cafes on the side of the road were doing a great business—many people came to avoid the rain and have a cup of hot coffee. I closed my umbrella and held it in my right hand, walking along the wet pavement, turning left and right, weaving through the crowded coffee seats. For some reason, when I passed by a boy, my umbrella accidentally hooked his wicker chair. I lost my balance and fell forward. Instinctively, I reached out to grab an empty wicker chair nearby. But the chair was too light to support my weight. In the blink of an eye, the chair crashed into the sunshade, causing the canopy to tilt forward and pulling the coffee table’s cups, cake plates, ashtrays, and everything else to crash over toward the boy. Meanwhile, I, like an out-of-control train, rushed straight into him, colliding head-on. Everything in my hands flew out.
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