It seems that Teacher Lu can only ask his son to help hold the child. In this regard, Teacher Lu did not deny it and said: "Xiao Bing, you are tired of holding the child normally, and someone else can hold it. If he doesn't let me hold it, I will carry it." Teacher Lu wants to hold the child the most, but the son doesn't allow.
After hearing this, the others agreed with Mr. Zhang: "Teacher, you are a patient, so don't be tired."
In order to prevent his mother from insisting on hugging, Zhang Huayao carried the small burden by himself.
Regarding his son's point, the mother Lu teacher boasted in a pragmatic way: "He can take care of children, and he has a lot of skills."
is it? Everyone's surprised and uncertain eyes were exactly the same as Zhu Huicang, the child's father. Looking up at Zhang Huayao holding the child, there is only one word to describe it: um. This is clearly the little angel lying in the arms of the big devil.
"My son is as timid as a mouse." Zhu Huicang uttered this sentence in fear of his son.
When Xiao Dongliang was born, he was frightened by his mother's dystocia and became a famous coward. I am afraid of anyone I meet, and cry. Everyone couldn't understand why this timid kid wasn't frightened by the Demon King.
"Hug him and see if he's afraid of you, dad, or me." Zhang Huayao said bluntly.
How can a son be afraid of his father. Without thinking too much, Zhu Huicang took his son back and hugged him.
This little Dong is bright, she was sleeping too comfortably in the big brother's arms, but when she changed to a different place, she immediately frowned and opened her pacifier and cried.
"Why are you crying?" Zhu Huicang was so anxious that he hurriedly coaxed the baby.
The people around looked at Mr. Zhang's face: This man is really "bad", he can abduct a child of a few months.
Teacher Lu heard that he came at the right time, so he happily took He Xiangyu's loudspeaker and said, "I'll come and cheer later."
Tao Zhijie covered his forehead with one hand: Teacher, don't be like her—
Teacher Lu's eyes were not yet old, and he caught his movements and said, "Tao Zhijie, come and shout."
don't want. — Systemic cellular resistance.
"Now is the sports meeting, everyone has the responsibility to be a cheerleader." Teacher Lu pointed out his misconception.
Under the majesty of Teacher Lu, all the students: Well, the teacher is right and makes sense.
"Your young teacher is cheering up while running with the students." Teacher Lu ordered his troops to deploy the battlefield.
"Teacher—" After hearing this arrangement, it was Xie who was greatly frightened.
not afraid. Teacher Lu's hand put her shoulders: the new favorite is going to compete with her, and Teacher Lu is sure to dote on her.
After inquiring about the news from the crowd in the capital, Zhang Desheng and his dormitory group of four ran back and broke the news: "There is a national second-level athlete among the opponents, and the best time in history is two minutes and twenty-five seconds. Yingying, how long did you run before? "
She is not a professional athlete and has never measured her numbers.
"It's okay. Before the competition, Shihua didn't know that he could run first." A group of classmates surrounded her to comfort her.
Classmate Pan is a real athlete, but she is not.
Yue Wen said in the calm voice of the class monitor: "You don't have to think too much about it. The counselor and everyone will not have any demands on you."
Uh-huh. Ren Chongda nodded, it wasn't a competition of his class, the ranking was picked up, not getting it was purely normal. There are a bunch of professional sports players in medical school.
Turning his head, he was lightly patted twice on the shoulder by Senior Brother Cao's hand.
"Run as you feel comfortable."
Brother Cao's voice is gentle and firm, revealing the wisdom message: I want to participate, and I want to let myself run happily.
Hearing this, Xie Wanying's shoulders relaxed, she couldn't help laughing, she was relieved.