Rebirth of a star - Chapter 9-2
Zhang Xiao Yu pulled Qiao Yu Shun’s sleeve, and pulled his hand, showing intimacy.
Qiao Yu Shun did not know what was written on her note, so he just looked at her doubtfully.
Zhang Xiao Yu bowed her head, and the dumb man couldn’t speak.
Emotions would be brewed when they were low. She hugged Qiao Yu Shun violently and began to cry loudly. Qiao Yu patted her head to comfort her.
Soon after, Zhang stopped crying and laughed. Then, she bowed politely with a smile.
Teacher Zhou frowned unconsciously.
“Your topic is so difficult.” The other two groups looked at each other.
“Is it ‘Parting of life and death’?”
“Turn your bowels around a hundred times?”
“A hundred turns of tender intestines are too vague.”
Zhang Xiao Yu began to feel a little embarrassed
“Group A, you are a little weak.” Group B provoked.
Teacher Zhou smiled and said, “Xiao Yu, Yu Shun, go back to your seat. Who’s next?”
Zhang Yi Yun and Susu stood up at the same time.
Zhang Yi Yun gave the chance to her.
Susu smiled and went to the middle.
Susu said, “Teacher Zhou, I also need personal props.”
Teacher Zhou made a joke, “Is it Shun this time too?”
“Just you.” Susu’s personality was conservative, so she felt it was better to pick the older grandfather.
“You want me to be the prop?.” Mr. Zhou touched his chin and laughed like a thief, “Okay.”
Everyone was inexplicably excited.
“What am I going to do?” Mr. Zhou asked.
“Well,” Susu thought, “you can walk in slowly from the door of the classroom, stop for 20 seconds, and then walk back.”
“Oh,” Mr. Zhou went to the door of the classroom first, and suddenly turned around.
“Has it started?” Looking back, he found that Susu had entered the acting state. She was cooking, She was cutting the vegetables, firing up the stove, frying some dishes and sprinkling some spices. Although there were no props, there were many steps. Looking at the time while cooking, her face revealed her inner happiness.
Mr. Zhou stepped in the classroom and Susu put the dishes on the table.
The students around them were a little bit confused. She was supposed to cry, but instead she was in high spirits. What was going on?
Susu put down the dish and looked at Mr. Zhou. Her eyes, indeed were showing the feeling of admiration, just as one would have while looking at their father. At least for a moment, Mr. Zhou felt that she was his daughter.
Props couldn’t automatically cooperate, Mr. Zhou was thinking deeply in his mind for 20 seconds.
Susu stretched out her thumb with her right hand, put the left fingertip on her lips, and gave out a “Daddy” mouth shape. Teacher Zhou had a stunned look. Was it sign language?
She then pointed the index finger of one hand towards herself, and pressed the tip of her thumb on the index finger and slowly dropped it down. Finally, she made a fist with one hand and stuck her thumb up.
“What does she mean?” The students whispered.
“It’s mute language. And I think it means I love you.”
“Probably ‘I miss you’.”
“No, it is ‘I am very good.’ I have read the sign language before.”
“Oh, that’s for blind people. ”
“You are blind! Your whole family is blind!”
“Shut up, and look carefully.”
Mr. Zhou counted to 20 and then walked back.
Susu kept staring and smiling until the teacher left the classroom. Susu didn’t close the door and sat on the ground with her head lowered until a drop of tear fell.
Although Mr. Zhou retreated to the door of the classroom, but in order to observe Susu’s performance, his whole body was facing Susu as he left the classroom with his back towards it. So, with just plain eyes and posture, Mr. Zhou saw it clearly.
Applause broke out in the classroom.
“Well, it was a wonderful performance. But there were some problems. We’ll evaluate them later.” Mr. Zhou raised his hand to signal the next one.
“Ah, didn’t you comment? I think it’s not bad.”
“The teacher said it would be evaluated later.”
“I’m afraid I’ll forget it later.”
The classroom became noisy again.