--- Hey, what’s up? Water is everywhere. What can I do for you?

   --- Oh, great. I ______ how to operate this damn new machine.

A. just wondered                  B. was just wondering     

C. had just wondered               D. have just wondered 

—I want to go camping，just for a change.

—OK，________

A．who cares?? B．whatever you say.

C．what’s up?? D．it’s nice of you.

-What's up? You look worried.

Well,I_____on the problem for 5 hours but I haven't got a single clue.

A. have worked      B．Worked

C. will work         D. have been working

I returned to Abuja, the capital of Nigeria, after graduation． I had been there before my mother became a minister． Two weeks later, I told my mother I was bored． She said, “Here’re the car keys． Go and buy some fruit．”_36_, I jumped into the car and speeded off．
Seeing me or rather my  37 , a boy sprang up,  38  to sell his bananas and peanuts． “Banana 300 naira． Peanut 200 naira!” Looking at his black-striped bananas, I  39  to 200 total for the fruit and nuts． He  40  and I handed him a 300 naira note． He didn’t have  41 , so I told him not to worry． He was  42  and smiled a row of perfect teeth．
When, two weeks later, I  43  this same boy, I was more aware of my position in Nigerian society． I should  44  this country as the son of a  45 ． But it was hard to find pleasure in a place where it was so  46  to see a little boy who should have been in school  selling fruit．
“What’s up?” I asked． He answered in  47 English, “I…I no get money to buy book．” I took out two 500 naira notes． He looked around  48  before sticking his hand into the car  49  the bills． One thousand naira means a lot to a family that  50  only 15,000 each year．
The next morning, security officers told me, “In this place, when you give a little, people think you’re a fountain of opportunity．” 51  it’s right, but this happens everywhere in the world． I wondered if my little friend had actually used the money for  52 ． After six months’ work in northern Nigeria, I returned and saw him again standing on the road． “Are you in school now?” He nodded． A silence fell as we looked at each other, and then I  53  what he wanted． I held out a 150 naira note． “Take this．” He shook his head fiercely and stepped back  54  hurt． “It’s a gift．” I said． Shaking his head again, he handed me a basket of bananas and peanuts． “I’ve been waiting to  55  these to you．”

The young boy saw me, or rather, he saw the car and quickly ran up to me, eager to sell his bunches of bananas and bags of peanuts. Though he appeared to be about twelve, he seemed to have already known the bitterness of life. “Bananas 300 naira. Peanuts 200 naira.” He said in a low voice. I bargained him down to 200 totals for the fruit and nuts. When he agreed, I handed him a 500 naira bill. He didn’t have change, so I told him not to worry. He said thanks and smiled a row of perfect teeth.

When, two weeks later, I saw the boy again, I was more aware of my position in a society where it’s not that uncommon to see a little boy who should be in school standing on the corner selling fruit in the burning sun. My parents had raised me to be aware of the advantage we had been afforded and the responsibility it brought to us.

I pulled over and rolled down my window. He had a bunch of bananas and a bag of peanuts ready. I waved them away. “What’s up?” I asked him.

“I…I don’t have money to buy books for school.” I reached into my pocket and handed him two fresh 500 naira bills. “Will this help?” I asked. He looked around nervously before taking the money. One thousand naira was a lot of money to someone whose family probably made about 5,000 naira or less each year. “Thank you, sir.” he said. “Thank you very much!”

When driving home, I wondered if my little friend actually used the money for schoolbooks. What if he’s a cheat? And then I wondered why I did it. Did I do it to make myself feel better? Was I using him? Later, I realized that I didn’t know his name or the least bit about him, nor did I think to ask.

Over the next six months, I was busy working in a news agency in northern Nigeria. Sometime after I returned, I went out for a drive. When I was about to pull over, the boy suddenly appeared by my window with a big smile ready on his face.

“Oh, gosh! Long time.”

“Are you in school now?” I asked.

He nodded.

“That’s good,” I said. A silence fell as we looked at each other, and then I realized what he wanted. “Here,” I held out a 500 naira bill. “Take this.” He shook his head and stepped back as if hurt. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “It’s a gift.”

He shook his head again and brought his hand from behind his back. His face shone with sweat. He dropped a bunch of bananas and a bag of peanuts in the front seat before he said, “I’ve been waiting to give these to you.”

1.What was the author’s first impression of the boy?

A. He seemed to be poor and greedy.

B. He seemed to have suffered a lot.

C. He seemed younger than his age.

D. He seemed good at bargaining.

2.The second time the author met the boy, the boy ______.

A. told him his purpose of selling fruit and nuts

B. wanted to express his thanks

C. asked him for money for his schoolbooks

D. tried to take advantage of him

3.Why did the author give his money to the boy?

A. Because he had enough money to do that.

B. Because he had learnt to help others since childhood.

C. Because he held a higher position in the society.

D. Because he had been asked by the news agency to do so.

4.Which of the following best describes the boy?

A. Brave and polite.           B. Kind and smart.

C. Honest and thankful.        D. Shy and nervous.