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Chapter 222 Borrowing Letter Paper

Ma Zhifeng was there to accompany him, but Wei Xiuqin just ignored him.

Bu Weiguang announced the adjournment of the meeting, and Luo Chenghua, the class leader, came over and told Li Kuailai: "Mr. Li, remember to urge Ma Zhifeng to hand in the self-criticism to the Political and Education Office before he finishes school tonight."

"Isn't it due tomorrow morning?" Li Kuailai wondered.

"We have to be advanced in everything we do, even if we hand in the self-criticism." Luo Chenghua said, "You have to teach Ma Zhifeng well. I just asked the students in other classes in the first and second grades, and they all said that Ma Zhifeng encouraged him. of."

Li Kuailai replied: "The cows don't drink water, how can they keep their heads down? I think they want to go too."

Li Kuailai saw that Luo Chenghua was about to get angry, his words changed, and he continued: "However, I will scold Ma Zhifeng severely, and I must make him realize his mistake this time."

"Well, that's how it should be." Luo Chenghua left contentedly.

Li Kuai came to meet the students for breakfast, and called Ma Zhifeng over: "You have to write your own self-criticism."

"Teacher, I can't write." Ma Zhifeng had a bitter face.

"If you can't write, let Ma Zhidong teach you. But if I find that it's not your handwriting, I will ask you to rewrite it again." Li Kuailai said with a straight face.

This Ma Zhifeng still can't treat him too well, otherwise he will go to heaven.

"Ah." Ma Zhifeng called out, thinking about writing a self-criticism, he became worried.

When he arrived at the dining hall, Ma Zhifeng was still downcast.

Because Uncle Hei wanted the canteen to earn more money, he asked Bu Weiguang to arrange the time for the students to go out for exercises earlier, so many students ate breakfast directly in the school canteen.

Seeing Ma Zhifeng like this, Zhu Chenglie asked strangely, "Brother Feng, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, Mr. Li didn't let Zhidong write the self-criticism for me. It's a headache." Ma Zhifeng said what happened just now in distress.

"This is easy to do. You ask Ma Zhidong to write it for you, and you copy it again." Zhu Chenglie offered a subplan.

"That's right, Chenglie. I usually see you as a fool, but I didn't expect you to be very smart this time." Ma Zhifeng patted Zhu Chenglie on the shoulder.

Zhu Chenglie said with a bitter face: "Brother Feng, what you said doesn't feel like a compliment."

Because Ma Zhifeng spent all his money playing games last night, he had to eat Zhu Chenglie's or Ma Zhidong's for breakfast in the morning.

Just when Ma Zhifeng was about to ask Zhu Chenglie to buy a piece of bread for him, Ma Zhidong had already bought two pieces of bread and a bottle of soda. "Brother Feng, this is for you."

Ma Zhifeng glanced at Ma Zhidong strangely: "Does the sun come out from the west today?"

Ma Zhidong felt guilty about what happened last night, so he was willing to spend money to invite Ma Zhifeng to have breakfast.

"Brother Feng, I heard that you were arrested for surfing the Internet at an Internet cafe last night, so I thought you must have not slept well last night, and you didn't have money for breakfast today, so you bought these breakfasts." Ma Zhidong explained with a guilty conscience.

"Zhu Chenglie, do you see that this is the brother?" Ma Zhifeng patted Zhu Chenglie's shoulder, then took the bread and started to eat.

Ma Zhifeng and the others returned to the classroom, and Ma Zhifeng asked Ma Zhidong to help him draft a review.

"It's not difficult." While talking, Ma Zhidong took out an exercise book from the drawer, turned to the second page, pointed to it and said, "This is the review book."

"I'll go, Zhidong, did you get ready early in the morning? Do you have the foresight?" Zhu Chenglie next to him was surprised.

"What kind of foresight, Brother Feng started writing self-criticisms frequently in the first year of junior high school, so I kept the previous drafts. Whenever I had to hand in the self-criticisms, I just changed them and handed them in to complete the task." Ma Zhidong said with a smile.

Seeing that there was a draft, Ma Zhifeng immediately asked Zhu Chenglie for the letter paper, ready to copy it.

"Brother Feng, I don't even have any letter paper. I took it to the toilet for you last time." Zhu Chenglie said with a bitter face.

"Brother Feng, Wei Xiuqin has it." Ma Zhidong reminded in a low voice.

In fact, when the school started, each student was given a copy of letter paper, but Ma Zhifeng took it to the toilet and used it up.

"I, I..." Ma Zhifeng saw Wei Xiuqin's fierceness just now, how dare he ask her to borrow the letter paper?

Seeing this, Ma Zhidong ran up to Wei Xiuqin himself and said, "Communist Party Secretary, can you give me two pieces of letter paper?"

Originally, a piece of letter paper could be used to copy the content of the review paper, but Ma Zhidong was afraid that Ma Zhifeng would make a mistake, so he asked for an extra piece of letter paper to be on the safe side.

Wei Xiuqin said angrily: "Everyone sends out letter paper when school starts. Where's your letter paper?"

Seeing that Wei Xiuqin refused to borrow it, Ma Zhidong could only shake his head and said, "We have run out of letter paper, this time Brother Feng has no letter paper to write the review."

Wei Xiuqin heard that it was Ma Zhifeng who wanted the letter paper to write the self-criticism, so she said, "I'll give him the letter paper."

Wei Xiuqin tore up two pieces of letter paper to give to Ma Zhifeng, but after thinking about it, she tore up another one: "Ma Zhifeng, please write your self-criticism and try to write better."

Wei Xiuqin thought about Ma Zhifeng's writing of the self-criticism better, and see if he could deduct less double-excellent marks from his class.

"Yes, yes, Wei Xiuqin, I'll listen to you." Ma Zhifeng happily ran up to take the letter paper, with an excited smile on his face.

Ma Zhifeng returned to his seat with the letter paper, and Zhu Chenglie teased in a low voice: "Brother Feng, it seems that Wei Xiuqin is interested in you. As soon as I heard that you were going to write a self-criticism, I immediately gave the letter paper."

"Fuck you, if you don't talk, no one will think you are dumb." Although Ma Zhifeng said this, his face was full of smiles.

Maybe Zhu Chenglie was right, Wei Xiuqin might like him.

At this time, Ma Zhifeng felt that he was full of energy, and the drowsiness of not sleeping well last night disappeared.

Ma Zhidong whispered: "Brother Feng, I only need a piece of letter paper to copy the contents of the review, and you can keep the rest of the letter paper for me, so that you can reuse it next time when you want to write a review."

"Ma Zhidong, what are you talking about? Since Wei Xiuqin asked me to write a good review, I must write the content of two letter papers, no, three." Ma Zhifeng raised the three letter papers in his hand.

Ma Zhidong had a bitter face: "Brother Feng, I can only copy a piece of letter paper."

"Won't you add more, and write the contents of two more letter papers? When I finish copying, I will also need three letter papers." Ma Zhifeng taught Ma Zhidong how to do it.

"But I can't write it." Ma Zhidong was a little distressed.

When writing a review, it is best to have a real test, so that you can write with emotion, taste, and content.

"Your task today is to think more. You will give three hundred words for one sheet, and you can think about four hundred words more." Although Ma Zhifeng can't write, the arrangement seems to be a bit proper.

Seeing that Ma Zhifeng had spoken, Ma Zhidong had no choice but to bite his pen and think about how to add the content of the review.

(End of this chapter)