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On this day, I accidentally lost my math register. You know, that book records the right, wrong and points scored by our group of six students in math class every day. The math teacher stipulates that as long as students get the math correct ten times a month, that is, students with perfect scores ten times can receive a prize. Everyone is vying to be the first student to receive the award.

Half a month has passed, and our six classmates have performed very well! But at this time, I lost the book and I didn't know how to tell them. Let me tell you, I am afraid that they will be angry, annoyed, disappointed, discouraged, and maybe even knock down the interest in learning that they have finally established. what to do? I dare not think further. Don't say it, but paper can't cover the fire. What should I do on the day of the inspection? …

Oh my God! It was the first time I was in such a dilemma, the first time I was so at a loss.

To be honest, at that time, I even hesitated whether to deceive them, whether to lie, whether to... Unexpectedly, a small notebook made me fascinated all day long.

In the end, I made the difficult choice to confess.

I found an opportunity to bring everyone together. At that time, I was still hesitating, because if I confess, I have to say sorry, and I have too much self-esteem to say sorry to others easily. Sometimes, I feel that I am sorry for someone, but the words I say are weird and not the same.

After hesitating again and again, he decided to say, forget it and give it a go.

"Sorry... no... sorry" I managed to spit out three words, "I... lost the math register." I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for their scolding.

But the result surprised me. What I heard was not blame, but they said in unison: "Can't we just change the registration book?" "Change it?" Did everyone understand it wrong? "No response Come here? Or did I hear it wrong? Especially him, he has already scored eight times!

"Hey, wait a minute, are you right? "I'm talking about that book" "I know"? He knew which book it was, could it--" I continued to ask, "Don't you care about prizes and perfect scores?"

I saw him smile slightly and said: "You don't have to take the initiative to ask me, because I think these are nothing. Prizes are nothing to me. Learning is my own business."

I was shocked, this was what came out of his mouth ? Are these words coming from the usually playful and carefree man?

On the surface, what did the ignorant person say?

Faced with my mistakes, he faced them calmly, tolerated me, and tolerated me.

Faced with the temptation of applause, full marks and prizes, he actually smiled, shook his head and walked away.

His heart is so generous!

Is this what a fifth grader does or thinks? I can't believe it.

I am sure that adults will not ignore the temptation of interests.

Suddenly, I admired him extremely, I admired his broad mind!

I want to learn from him and follow him!