It's so sweet, the little uncle is addicted to her

Chapter 7 Composition Guidance Teacher Yan
Lin Qin naturally knew that partial subjects would cause trouble.

But some abilities, if you were not born, you will never learn them in this life.

She rested her left hand on her face, and turned the pen holder with her right hand, and covered the drawing with a piece of white paper on the table.

The Chinese teacher explained the excellent composition according to the PPT, and commented on it sentence by sentence.

After commenting on three articles in succession, a collection of poor articles was released.

"The title doesn't make sense. Is it just a matter of seeing which words are easy to use?"

"The wording at the beginning should be rigorous. While pointing out the theme, use parallel metaphors or famous quotes to briefly discuss the necessity of the point of view. What are you writing?"

"I can hardly read it out!"

"Students in ordinary classes can't write well, but you all have high scores in science. If you spend half an hour a day studying Chinese, you won't be able to pass the exam like this!"

"There are also those whose characters are too ugly to read, quickly practice their characters for me!"

After the middle-aged teacher yelled, he took a sip of tea, pushed his glasses, tapped his fingers on the blackboard, and raised his voice again.

"Keep your eyes open! Don't think that you are smart just because you are good at science!"

"People with real brains are double-educated in arts and sciences!"

"Language skills are not good enough, and I can't write an [-]-word composition with less than [-] points. How can I write an academic paper with tens of thousands of words in college?!"

He purposely glanced sideways at Lin Qin in the corner, and seeing that she was about to fall asleep, he became even angrier.

Call the names directly: "Especially the No.1 of the test!!"

"If you give [-] points in general science, you dare to get [-] points, and if you give [-] points in Chinese, your score is just over half!"

"I ran off to the Pacific Ocean without finishing the composition! Twenty points were awarded by the marking teacher in a good mood!!"

The top students in Class [-] were all very naughty, they burst into laughter when they heard what he said, and looked at Lin Qin in unison.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he joked: "The boss may just not want us to lose too badly, after all, it is a dimensionality reduction blow."

"That's right! Can elder sister Qin still write essays with this IQ?"

"Are you being polite, so I'll call you sister? Are you worthy?"

The tea cup smashed on the podium with a "bang", and the Chinese teacher was furious.

"Don't make noise!" He was so angry that the northern dialect popped out.

The classroom was instantly quiet, and the top students who were laughing a second ago shrank into quails.

There is no way, the Chinese teacher likes to sue the class teacher the most, and once he sues, he has to be arrested and write a self-criticism.

Qin He is friendly and easy-going most of the time. When the teacher of the department sues, at least he will be stared at for ten days and a half months and cannot relax.

"Okay, the class representative will come over and hand out the composition paper, and write the composition by myself in the rest of the time and the next class, hand in one by one after school."

He propped his hands on the desk, leaned forward, and squinted to look at the back row of the classroom.

Alone said: "Lin Qin, rewrite the exam composition and give it to me alone."

Lin Qin raised the index finger of the hand that was propped on the side of his face, and tapped twice behind the ear seemingly unintentionally, but his face was still indifferent.

Tan Yubo peeked at her, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Lin Qin, did you deliberately not write?"

"No." Lin Qin stared at the fountain pen spinning between his fingers, consciously catching the rapidly shaking pen tip.

Tan Yubo followed her gaze, and his eyes were straightened by the light-white and slender fingers.

It wasn't until the class representative put the composition paper in his hand that he came back and took out one and handed it to Lin Qin, asking, "Then why didn't you finish the exam?"

Lin Qin took the paper, spread it out, flattened it, and said calmly, "I don't know how to write."

"No?" Tan Yubo was very puzzled, "What can't be written in a composition? How about using words and sentences to sing praises, and citing a few famous cases."

"En." Lin Qin nodded in agreement, his facial expressions and movements revealed the message of "too lazy to explain".

Tan Yubo naturally saw it, didn't say any more, and turned his attention back to the composition.

Lin Qin didn't pay attention to him, and slowly took out the test paper, and re-read the composition questions twice.

After a while, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the Chinese teacher picked up the teacup and went out.

There were sparse moving sounds in the classroom, a few people went out to use the bathroom, and most of the students were thinking that they would be able to leave school early after finishing their writing, writing hard.

Tan Yubo has completed the idea and wrote the first 100 words.

He raised his head and rubbed his neck twice, and unconsciously looked at Lin Qin's table.

It was fine, I didn't move a word for more than ten minutes.

Tan Yubo opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything. He lowered his head and continued writing his composition.

Lin Qin and the few lines on the test paper looked at each other with big eyes, and the people who wandered into the classroom one after another disappeared, and they simply hugged their arms and lay down in them to rest.

Yan Shang finished his work early today and came to pick up the little girl from school in person.

Watching the stream of people pouring out of the school gate changed wave after wave, but still didn't see the most eye-catching figure.

Picking up the phone, I realized that more than half an hour had passed since school was over.

His heart skipped a beat, he got out of the car, greeted the guard, and strode towards the teaching building.

Senior three (science) class one.

The boarding students all went to the cafeteria and the playground, and would not return to work until evening self-study time.

Only the long-haired girl in a white down jacket was lying on the table to sleep, her slender neck stretched out in a graceful arc, and a piece of neck bone raised her fair skin slightly.

Shockingly thin.

Yan Shang looked in through the window, his heart hanging in the air fell to the ground, but the next moment he was filled with distress.

Lin Yi was busy with work and lost her husband shortly after giving birth to Lin Qin, so she cared very little for her children.

And the little girl grew up with her grandparents and lacked the care and love of her parents, so she was so psychologically defensive, and she didn't seem to care about anything.

He can be regarded as Lin Qin's uncle, so he should pay more attention to it in the future.

Thinking so, Yan Shang walked lightly to the table, raised his hand and took off his suit jacket to cover Lin Qin.

I completely forgot that I was not wearing a coat when I got out of the car, and only a thin shirt was left under the suit.

Lin Qin woke up when he approached, and raised her head only after feeling the weight on her back, her eyes met Yan Shang blankly.

"Uncle Yan?"

Yan Shang nodded, helped the coat that was about to fall off, and kept his hands away in time.

Explain softly: "I didn't see you leaving the school gate, so don't worry about coming over to take a look. Why did you fall asleep in the classroom?"

Lin Qin subconsciously leaned back to avoid it, and tightened his collar, "I haven't finished my composition, so I can't leave school."

Yan Shang obviously didn't think of this reason, paused for a few seconds, and asked, "Why didn't you write?"

"Can't write."

Yan Shang pulled the stool in the front row and curled up under the table with his long legs, "Shall I teach you?"

Lin Qin raised his eyebrows, "How to teach?"

Yan Shang caught a glimpse of the draft paper on Tan Yubo's desk, on which he wrote a composition outline, and placed it in front of Lin Qin: "Like your tablemate, first decide on the core of the title and the purpose of the article."

"Then use the total score format to write the theme of each paragraph, come up with three to four celebrity deeds that fit the theme, and fill them in."

"Finally close the ending and sublimate the intention."

"Just write it out in this way."

Lin Qin lowered his eyes and looked over seriously. After he finished speaking, he tapped the tip of his pen on the test paper and asked, "The main purpose is to save food. Let me start. Why do you need to draft another title?"

"That's the request of the author of the question, you just do it."

She pondered for a few seconds, "Increasing production capacity, distributing according to needs, and developing new energy can also achieve the goal of having enough food. Why do you write this?"

"..."

Yan Shang carefully observed her expression, and confirmed that the little girl was asking a question seriously, not carrying her shoulders.

Cai said: "Reducing waste is also very important, and saving is a virtue."

Lin Qin was still very sincere: "I wrote it, but the teacher said that I went off topic and went to the Pacific Ocean."

off topic?

Yan Shang stretched out his hand: "Show me."

(End of this chapter)