I recall my English teacher from my freshman year, who had just returned to the country after obtaining her degree abroad. She looked like an older sister, with the No. 1 personality and age, as well as the No. 3 appearance and aura (the closest resemblance is probably the image from the first episode of this channel). It was an era before digital cameras, and speaking English felt like a difficult task. In class, the teacher would use the audio-visual equipment to train our listening and speaking skills, randomly calling on students to practice English Q&A. I would always think to myself, "Don't pick me, don't pick me," but somehow I got picked several times (was it Murphy's Law?). As the semester was coming to an end, I thought that since the teacher never took attendance, it wouldn't hurt to skip class once. Unfortunately, a few classmates also skipped that day, and the teacher deliberately took attendance, announcing that anyone who was absent would have their final exam score deducted. The teacher even announced the final exam content on that day. After class, a classmate who attended told me the bad news. I had to find the teacher after the next class and beg for mercy, asking about the final exam content. The teacher intentionally didn't answer my questions, telling me to just prepare carefully. I could only sigh, tap my English textbook on my head, and leave the classroom. The teacher just chuckled. After the final exam, I was relieved to have passed English. In my sophomore year, I saw a familiar-looking girl walking towards me on the campus boulevard. It was my English teacher, whom I hadn't seen in a long time. I wanted to greet her, but I also wondered if she would remember me out of all the students she had taught. In the end, I didn't raise my hand, just watching her from afar. She didn't even glance at me, but I vaguely remember a hint of a smile on her face as we passed each other. Although I've long forgotten her name and appearance, she's an English teacher whom I didn't make an effort to remember, yet I couldn't forget. 👩🏫📚🙆♂
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Lindsey，祝福妳春節和家人團聚愉快😊
Looking so confidence
Have you ever seen Chinese girl like that
🇧🇩❤️🇨🇳👍
Charming times charming Lindsey is!
Lindsey，願 神祝福妳RUclips頻道2025年訂閱人數能增加好多萬🎉🎉🎉
you can live on your beauty though, you choose to live on your talent
i like your third english teacher
迷人的Lindsey, charmy Lindsey 😍
I recall my English teacher from my freshman year, who had just returned to the country after obtaining her degree abroad. She looked like an older sister, with the No. 1 personality and age, as well as the No. 3 appearance and aura (the closest resemblance is probably the image from the first episode of this channel). It was an era before digital cameras, and speaking English felt like a difficult task. In class, the teacher would use the audio-visual equipment to train our listening and speaking skills, randomly calling on students to practice English Q&A. I would always think to myself, "Don't pick me, don't pick me," but somehow I got picked several times (was it Murphy's Law?).
As the semester was coming to an end, I thought that since the teacher never took attendance, it wouldn't hurt to skip class once. Unfortunately, a few classmates also skipped that day, and the teacher deliberately took attendance, announcing that anyone who was absent would have their final exam score deducted. The teacher even announced the final exam content on that day. After class, a classmate who attended told me the bad news. I had to find the teacher after the next class and beg for mercy, asking about the final exam content. The teacher intentionally didn't answer my questions, telling me to just prepare carefully. I could only sigh, tap my English textbook on my head, and leave the classroom. The teacher just chuckled.
After the final exam, I was relieved to have passed English. In my sophomore year, I saw a familiar-looking girl walking towards me on the campus boulevard. It was my English teacher, whom I hadn't seen in a long time. I wanted to greet her, but I also wondered if she would remember me out of all the students she had taught. In the end, I didn't raise my hand, just watching her from afar. She didn't even glance at me, but I vaguely remember a hint of a smile on her face as we passed each other. Although I've long forgotten her name and appearance, she's an English teacher whom I didn't make an effort to remember, yet I couldn't forget. 👩🏫📚🙆♂
Lindsey, 我喜愛妳的第三位老師，我愛她❤
骨相和皮相兼美的lindsey,气质中带有一丝英气