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To my surprise, Gao wasn't at school the next day or for several days after that. Yu and her gang whispered around me like annoying insects waiting for an opportunity to attack. Had I really injured Gao? If so, why hadn't I heard from his father? I tensed up each time a stranger walked into our classroom.
Since Teacher Hui's disappearance, visitors from the countryside, the army, and various factories came to our classroom every day. They lectured about the importance of class struggle, the misery of the old China, and their happiness in the new paradise China. When I listened, questions filled my head.