"Miss, we haven't learned this poem yet," said Xiao Ying.
Liu Meifeng said sternly, "We haven't learned it yet, but you could have reviewed it ahead of time on your own. Look at you, you don't have the attitude of a student at all!"
She looked at Xiao Ying complacently and smirked, "If you can't recite it, then stand. A student who comes to school and doesn't learn is called an irresponsible student."
These words were a little too serious for a ten-year-old child.
All the students in the classroom laughed and mocked Xiao Ying.
Xiao Ying's eyes turned cold as words flowed out of her mouth.
"Jingkou's a ferry away from Guazhou,
Zhongshan, just a few hills and knolls.
Spring has greened the Southern Shore again, O!
When will the moon shine on my country road?"
After reciting it, she looked at Liu Meifeng's ugly expression and said, "Miss, can I sit down now?"
