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上课时间就要到了,教学楼的走廊里一下子潮水般涌进黑压压的学生。他们推挤着,说笑着,嘈杂的声音从光滑的墙壁上反弹回来,产生了嗡嗡的回声。凯文按了一下腰包上的遥控按钮,调低了助听器的音量,以减轻走廊上的喧嚣。现在好多了。他看了一下课程表,随着人流走向新闻学系187教室。进入教室,他驻足寻视,皱起了眉头。这个房间不太像教室,没有课桌,没有黑板。沿着一面墙摆放着一长排电脑,房间里还有三张大桌子,每张上
Class time is coming, the school building corridor suddenly surging into the dark mass of students. They pushed, joking, noisy sounds bouncing back from the smooth walls, creating buzzing echoes. Kevin pressed the remote control button on the pouch and lowered the volume of the hearing aid to relieve the hustle and bustle of the corridor. I’m feeling better now. He glanced at the get out of class schedule, as the crowd went to journalism department 187 classroom. Into the classroom, he stopped looking, frowned. This room is not like a classroom, no desks, no blackboards. A long row of computers was placed along a wall, and there were three large tables in the room, each one on it