Chapter 802： The average score (1/2)
You should know that before the first grade (1) of high school, but I have always been foolish about learning, how can I answer so smoothly?
Even if it is half right and half wrong, that is a great wonder.
Maybe they might really catch up with class (2) now.
Fang Youran couldn't help but come up with this idea.
She sat in front of the podium, thinking in her heart, what method did this new teacher use to tidy up these students?
It’s not bad to clean up and post, and let them take the initiative to learn, and the grades are good, then... it’s incredible.
It was the first time she had encountered it in her seven or eight years of teaching.
This teacher is really not simple, as if there is an invisible charm that attracts her.
She smiled to herself, whether she wins or loses, maybe she can meet him alone for the sake of eating.
Zhang Wanlin did not look like a teacher in the classroom of (2).
He was drinking tea in a leisurely manner while reading the newspaper. No, from the perspective of the classmates on the side, it turned out to be a collection of beautiful portraits.
Yes, even though he became a teacher, Zhang Wanlin still brought the Beauty Magazine. For this, Chu Xuerou hammered him many times.
”Is this a teacher?
Even if the invigilator is not responsible, just read this book. ”
”He doesn't worry about us cheating?”
”Anyway, I lost, is there any need to compare?”
The students below thought so.
The person who had previously chatted with Lu Fei had finished writing the curly after less than half an hour in school, and Kong left a composition.
He didn't need to write, this was enough to beat most of the students in that class.
I think of the superiority here.
At that time, chat in front of him again to see what his face is like Lu Fei, haha.
After the exam, in order to be fair, the two teachers in question did not directly evaluate the changes, but the other two teachers in the office.
Their qualifications are completely higher than Fang Youran, of course they have this qualification.
”At that time, no matter which party you can invite us to dinner.”
They laughed.
”of course.”
Zhang Wanlin and Fang Youran generously promised.
Fang Youran raised his tea cup and clinked with Zhang Wanlin: ”Teacher Zhang, no matter what the result is, I don't think this should destroy our relationship with each other.”
”Well, that is.”
Zhang Wanlin raised his teacup.
The teacher who revised the Grade One (1) grade papers made surprise sounds from time to time, which attracted the attention of other teachers, especially Luo Yingying.
This Fang Youran had guessed it a long time ago. After all, he has improved too much in his freshman year (1).
”What's wrong, Teacher Luo?”
A teacher asked.
”This composition is okay, is he really a student in class 1 of high school?”
Said the teacher named Luo.
”What is your name.”
”Lu Fei.”
Lu Fei wrote ”My Father”. Although the words are simple and there are even errors in individual words, each selection is just right, like pearls strung together to form a touching story. The central idea is The finishing touch is made at the end, which makes people cry with endless aftertaste.
”This composition can completely participate in the provincial competition.”
Said a teacher.
This was beyond Fang Youran's expectations. She quickly got up, ”Let me see.”
The Grade One (1) class is looking forward to the results. After all, this is the first time since I went to school to write a complete paper with my own strength so seriously.
If you don't expect it, it would be really strange.
Lu Fei is the only one who is still immersed in the artistic conception of his composition.
He missed Dad, and he missed Dad so much. He put all his thoughts on pen and paper.
With a stroke, write all the concerns in your heart.