那是很平常的一天,也是非凡的一天。星期一下午第三节,照例是每周一次的班会课。我总结了一个星期的工作,刚好准备提醒上星期不大遵守纪律的同学,猛然发现班里的“顽皮大王”正捂着肚子,脸色铁青,额头上还渗出了汗珠。我走过去,摸了摸他额头,关切地问:“你怎么啦?哪里不舒服?”“他肚子疼,好像挺厉害的。”他同桌说道。“快!快出来,我打电话叫你父母来接你。” It is a very common day and an extraordinary day. The third day of Monday afternoon, as usual, is a weekly class. I summed up a week's work, just ready to remind classmates who did not comply with discipline last week, suddenly found the class's “naughty king” is clutching his stomach, his face adulterated, sweat on his forehead. I walked over and touched his forehead and asked with concern: “What's wrong with you? Where are you uncomfortable?” “He has a stomachache and seems to be very good,” he said at the same table. “Come on, I'll call your parents to pick you up.”