Sitting at her seat, Little Taotie silently chanted to herself: Please don't call me, please don't call me...
As fate would have it, Little Old Lady's rigid voice rang out: "Tao Ti."
She considered herself a strict, elderly Little Old Lady, so unlike other teachers, she wouldn't affectionately call the little girl Little Taotie. She addressed her by her full name.
Little Taotie stood up as if shocked by electricity, her small face looking miserable, with her hand covering her mouth.
The English teacher knowingly asked, "How can you pronounce properly with your hand covering your mouth? It won't be accurate, put it down."
Little Taotie: "..."
Her pitiful big eyes looked tearfully at the Little Old Lady.
She could see a row of daisies swaying joyfully above the Little Old Lady's head.
