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Chapter 67 What's the story?

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    Playing with Pepe, the next day came after a break.

    Pepe may really be too excited and excited.

    Before he went to bed, he kept asking me, "Mr. He, do you think you can still get it during your stay?"

    I can only respond lightly, "I will do my best!"

    After all, it takes a lot of children who love as much as him to facilitate this kind of opportunity countless times, otherwise I always feel a little partial, and I am slowly planning the children's dream list, and I often think about it.  , It would be great if there were more school teachers, but now that I think about it, my existence alone can also be filled with the love of thousands of teachers who want to come here.

    The next morning, while reviewing the students' homework in the office, I also added Shouhou's manuscript to my correcting homework, circled many places, and corrected them very carefully, but in fact it is relatively good.  Yes, that part, that is, the scene where the thin monkey's fantasy level is about the grandpa skiing.

    But that's not the problem.

    Thin Monkey may have been too immersed, and wanted to see this scene too much, so he forgot.

    Because only I know about this matter. Grandpa Thin Monkey knows the people in the village. Children in other places don¡¯t know what Grandpa looks like, so this manuscript seems a little dull, if it is not based on this  I believe that everyone will be touched, but this is because the premise is unknown to outsiders, so I really hope that this manuscript will be taken back by hand and corrected.

    And it is indeed a bit too written, not as delicate and emotional as he used to be on the paper, so I have been thinking about how to make my language less sharp to face him, because I  There are some occupational diseases.

    But I was still very touched by the scene he wrote about me in this article.

    What he probably wrote was that I watched silently from the side. Maybe the image of me in his heart is really like a behind-the-scenes and behind-the-scenes pusher, because he said that Mr. He is like an escort.

    And at this time, I don't know why I remembered the little love I had for the thin monkey before, which has been left behind for a long time.

    I didn't want to face this matter, and with the look I got when my parents came that time, I always felt that he was hiding something, and I didn't know why, but my thoughts were pulled far away by me.  Far, maybe I have really become a sensitive person recently.

    However, the most urgent thing is to hope that he really has something hidden, so that the first manuscript can be released.

    Slowly and slowly, as the get out of class bell rang again and again, it was almost the end of school. First, I stayed with the children for a while, and then told them that there would be a mock Chinese test. I hope they will study and prepare well, because I will prepare beautiful prizes.

    After that, it is time to go to the house of the thin monkey student.

    Pushing the door open, I found that the thin monkey was not at home. In addition to what I said before, he should have gone out to work during weekends and other time. Maybe he will work harder, who knows.

    When grandpa saw me coming, he subconsciously made a move to get out of bed. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I don't know why I forgot when I saw you.  this matter!"

    "Grandpa, don't do this again"

    Regarding this sentence, I am completely in a state of distress and regret.

    "Where did Grandpa Skinny Monkey go?"

    I was anxious to change the subject, not wanting to put Grandpa and I in a sensitive zone.

    "Oh, he went out to help the neighbor next door."

    "Is he coming back soon?"

    "I don't seem to have greeted him in advance, alas, I was careless."

    "No, he knows that you should come to him, so he will come back as soon as possible. He went out very early in the morning, and he has time for Mr. He."

    "Oh, that's good, that's really sensible, right?"

    "Yes, but Mr. He, although I may"

    Looking at Grandpa's eyes, he aimed at my right side.

    It is true that I held the manuscript of the thin monkey in my hand.

    It didn't have any decorations, it wasn't a gift after all, so I took it just like that, probably because he noticed the red letters all over the paper.

    "Grandpa, that's the manuscript I revised for Skinny Monkey."

    "It seems that he failed in writing this time, right?"

      "Although I don't understand what he wrote, after all, I don't have that talent, but this looks like a primary school student who wrote a lot of questions wrong"

    "It's like the duck egg test paper!"

    Grandpa said inexplicably loudly.

    "Well It is true that his composition is a bit dull. After all, he has never written on such a subject, nor has he experienced it, so it may be that his writing is indeed a little bit worse."

    "And I always feel that maybe this path is wrong?"

    "Teacher He, don't think so, this child is very helpful."

    "Then of course I know"

    Just as I was chatting with my grandpa, the thin monkey finally came back, still panting.

    "Mr. He, Mr. He, I'm here!"

    "How did you know I was coming?"

    In fact, what I want to say: You also know that I will come?

    "Teacher He, I think you should help me revise, so I'm here!"

    "What a narcissist!"

    "ah¡­!"

    "Sit down and open your eyes and take a good look!"

    I still couldn't help but brought up my occupational disease.

    When I wanted to change to gentleness, unfortunately, I had already stopped my most serious atmosphere.

    "Mr. He, do these all need to be revised?"

    "Ah, yes, it is true that although what you wrote was very touching, you have to know that what you wrote is a situation that others don't know about, like grandpa's body"

    Of course, I whispered about Grandpa's body in the thin monkey's ear.

    I didn't want to embarrass my grandpa, and I was even more afraid that he would feel that I was dragging the thin monkey down.

    "So if you write like this, isn't it a bit too plain? And this skiing information seems to be the least prepared, why did you choose this!"

    "It's fake, you know?"

    "Teacher Hemaybe Iwell, I know."

    "Did you write this with your heart?"

    "Hey, or do you have more unknown stories that even grandpa doesn't know? Because we really need a lot of manuscripts, and you know it!"

    "Maybe, there will be!"

    I don't know why, but I was taken aback, because the thin monkey's eyes are very subtle, and the pupils are dilated, as if it really hides many stories.

    But I still have to speak sternly.

    "Really? That's great, because I think this road may be in vain, and it may not be suitable for you." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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