上课的铃声响了,我像往常一样走进了教室。刚一进门,就感觉教室的气氛不对。以往学生们都是表情较为严肃,或看书、或思考,教室里一片安静。而现在有几个男同学,面带着一丝笑意,目不转睛的看着我,好像要从我的脸上找到些什么;另有些同学还不时的偷偷朝着黑板瞄几眼,而后低下头,强忍着嗤嗤的笑出了声;而多数女同学则趴到了桌子上。我意识到:一定有什么事情。我习惯性的看了看黑板,不看则以,这么一看一股怒火腾的油 The school bell rang and I entered the classroom as usual. As soon as I entered the door, I felt the classroom atmosphere was wrong. In the past, the students were all serious expressions, reading or thinking, and the classroom was quiet. Now there are a few male students with a smile on their faces and they look at me intently, as if they want to find something out of my face. Other students still secretly look at the blackboard and then look down, and then bow their heads. The sound of laughter forced out loud; and most female students fell to the table. I realized: There must be something. I used to look at the blackboard habitually, but I didn’t look at it, so I looked at an angry oil.