one morning before class, when i was running into the classroom, i knocked over the ink bottle on the teacher's desk, and the red ink spilt ① on the desk. i was sure i would be scolded by the teacher. just at that moment the bell rang and i went to my seat.
“stand up!” our monitor said loudly. i stood up and my legs were trembling.
“who knocked over the ink bottle?” miss ye, the teacher, asked. i kept silent. many eyes were fixed upon me. miss ye walked to me and asked in a low voice,“did you do it?”
“no, no, i didn't, ” i said hurriedly②. my face turned red at once. i didn't know why i had told a lie.
“ok, i believe you.” she patted me on the head and then began teaching.
i felt very sorry. i knew i was wrong. so i went to see miss ye in the afternoon.
“i'm sorry, miss ye,” i said. “this morni