The school grass is slightly sweet

Chapter 208 My most important person is a liar

Lu Jingyun getting close to Wang Xia?

Hearing the words, the moon's eyes lit up with fire. Could it be that brother Whale's desire to come to the class has not been annihilated yet?
Want to join her class?
Thinking of this, she asked enthusiastically, "Teacher, what happened to Lu Jingyun in your class?"

"Hey, just like you, when I was doing my homework, I gave feedback on the situation. I said that there are no curtains in your class, and the bad habits of the students sitting by the window are clear at a glance. Some eat in class, and some gossip during lunch break..."

The moon listened, and gradually felt something was wrong.

The classmate sitting by the window...isn't it her?
Huazhi does have this problem with eating in class, and she and the marshal often have to share it. The two of them have no morals, how can they stand this temptation, so of course they eat together, whispering during lunch break... It's why they F3 The daily life of the disaster class.

By coincidence, Yue Yue looked down at the box of chocolates in front of her and Wang Xia's unnatural expression, as if she suddenly understood something.

...Should we cry or laugh?The head teacher knew that he had eaten chocolate in class, so he gave it to him.

Eighty percent of them want to eat something good for themselves and stop eating those junk foods.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, Brother Whale, you are getting better at making small reports, and you are still one step ahead of yourself. Is she an afterthought?

"Then, teacher, I'm fine, I'll go back to class first."

The moon grabbed the chocolate on the table, and it was hot and heart-burning. How does it feel to be overwhelmed by his sweetheart?
"Hey~ Teacher Jiang, come over and have a look, your class Lu Jingyun is amazing!"

Walking to the door, just about to open the door handle, suddenly there was a shout from the Chinese teacher of the second class behind him.

Unpromising, the moon still stopped.

As soon as I hear about him, I can't take a step. After all...know yourself and the enemy, can you win a hundred battles?

"what happened?"

Jiang Han put down the water glass, took a piece of white composition paper handed to him by the Chinese teacher, "Let's take a look, the composition is a blank paper!"

When the moon heard the words, she couldn't help being surprised, the composition is a blank paper?

Impossible, she investigated him, and won the first prize in various composition competitions in the city when she was in junior high school, and the article was even published in the Yuzhou Evening News.

Jiang Han also took the test paper rather strangely, looked at it with a frown, and finally smiled, "Isn't there still a few words?"

"Yes, there are indeed a few words. I have to say that this good student's mind is really hard to guess. He assigned a composition titled "My Most Important Person" and asked to write a narrative, and he directly wrote "My Most Important Person" Man, is a liar', no, what do you call it?"

After the voice fell, the whole office was discussing.

"I think it's a big deal. People with a high level of literature are different from ordinary people. You can't appreciate it."

"I think this child definitely has a story, or unless it's a family, people don't want to write it, and they don't want to write a fictional one. It's very honest."

"What kind of story can there be at such a young age? Most of the outstanding students think that this lyrical topic is too ridiculous, and they are too lazy to write it. Eighty-nine of them are argumentative essays, and narrative essays are written by primary school students.”

Next to Lu Zhi, there are several active intern young class teachers who are even more creative.

"Ms. Liu, you can't just assume that people are perfunctory, maybe it's just out of the truth."

"I'm guessing, maybe it's a little boy who wrote about the pure time of his childhood sweetheart. He's a liar. There's drama in it, and it's interesting to think about it."

(End of this chapter)