See you at Happy Valley, teacher
The ninth grade class 138 graduation symposium began, the classroom was decorated with flowers, full of youthful vitality, the tables were neatly arranged, the food on the table emitted a strong aroma, and the teachers walked one after another to the podium and sat down, the young class teacher scanned the classroom, the fifth row, the sixth seat was empty. Then he asked the students present, "Where is Li Ziliang?" Instantly, the air in the classroom froze, surprisingly quiet, and several girls stole a glance at the blackboard at the back, then hurriedly retracted their gaze to their own. The class teacher saw the striking "Goodbye teacher!" on the blackboard. . The words were not very good, but they were big and written in red, white, blue and green chalk. The class teacher asked again, "Where is Li Ziliang?" The tall class president stood up slowly and replied, "He left, he got up early in the morning and packed his things, came to class after breakfast, finished writing the four words on the blackboard behind him, and went to the dormitory to get his luggage and left." The class teacher grunted, "It's so unbelievable, it's disorganized and undisciplined." Then he said in a loud voice: "No matter what he said, the 138 class seminar will begin!"