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那天我又忘带口琴了，一想到音乐老师见此又会劈头盖脸批评我一通，那样的话真是英雄扫地，叫我的脸往哪放呀！还是逃一次课吧。 I forgot to bring my harmonica again that day. At the thought of the music teacher, he would criticize me directly. That would be a hero sweeping the floor and telling me where to put my face! Let's skip class once. 下课铃响了，同学们迅速走出教室，去艺术楼上音乐课，我故意磨磨蹭蹭地收拾书包，好不容易没人了，我一溜烟儿地走出教室，顺着楼道溜进了厕所，我找到了一个最边儿的位置躲了起来。 After class, the bell rang. The students quickly walked out of the classroom and went to the music class in the art building. I packed my schoolbag deliberately, and finally no one was left. I walked out of the classroom and walked into the toilet along the corridor. I found a most remote place to hide. 上课铃响了，同学们都走了，只有我还在厕所里连大气都不敢喘一下，厕所里的臭气快要把我熏得窒息了，可我却只能默默忍受。 When the bell rang, all the students left. I was the only one in the toilet who dared not breathe. The stink in the toilet was suffocating me, but I could only bear it silently. 不好，在厕所里呆了才不到十分钟，张老师就走了进来。心想这下惨了，要是被老师知道我逃课，少不了一通批评。我心里紧张及了，真想有个地洞钻进去。还好，上天保佑我，他在前面停了下来，我刚松了一口气，他就转过头问我：“你哪里不舒服？如果严重的话，要看医生哦”。看着老师离开的背影，心想，那脸色纯粹是被吓白了的。 | 
