After sending warmth to the future boss, he was reborn

Chapter 143 Chinese Composition
After finishing the physics exam the next day, the next few exams will be much easier.

After the exam, everyone relaxes.

Many people gathered to discuss the answer.

If you get the right questions, you will be very happy, and if you make mistakes due to mistakes, you will feel uncomfortable.

Some people even take scratch paper to calculate their grades in class.

Chen Zheng is such a person. After calculating his own score, he is very enthusiastic to help others estimate their score.

If someone else's score is lower than his, he will pretend to comfort him, but he is actually thinking in his heart, even you idiot, want to surpass me?
Gu Yunduo's grades have always been among the top five in the class.

She is so good-looking, many people gathered around her to discuss the score.

"Duo Duo, how did you do in the exam?" Chen Zheng turned around and asked with a smile.

He is Gu Yunduo's front desk.

While arranging the stationery, Gu Yunduo replied, "It's okay."

During the winter vacation, she has been making up lessons, and she has not forgotten any knowledge points.

"That's good." Chen Zheng smiled softly.

In fact, he has always been secretly in love with Gu Yunduo, but he dared not tell her.

That's it, just silently watch her become better and better.

Gu Yunduo nodded to him and hummed.

Although Chen Zheng spoke a bit harshly, he was actually not a bad person.

The classroom was lively and lively, and Ye Wanwan and Lu Qingjue were also very happy in the corner.

Both she and Mr. Lu lay down on the table, then put their heads together to listen to the song.

One headphone, two people listening.

Ye Wanwan thought it was quite romantic.

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In the afternoon, the Chinese results will come out.

However, it will not be announced until all the results of each subject have been counted.

Many students were very concerned about the scores, so they went to the class teacher's office to peek.

"Damn it, Lu Qingjue got 145 in the Chinese language test!"

Over there, some students are checking their language scores.

"Oh my god, it's so awesome!"

"The composition is full marks! Talent!"

Everyone was scrambling to read Lu Qingjue's test paper, but Chen Zheng quickly grabbed it.

Chen Zheng didn't grab this test paper to observe Lu Qingjue's awesomeness, he just felt unconvinced, how could it be possible that the composition also got a perfect score?

He turned over the test paper and turned to the composition on the last page. The beautiful writing on those two pages alone was enough to convince people.

This word is written gracefully and powerfully, every stroke is just right, like a dragon flying on the paper.

Just based on this word, the test paper teacher wanted to give him full marks, not to mention what Lu Qingjue wrote.

Chen Zheng read the entire composition of Lu Qingjue, and it was indeed well written.

Especially the ability to render emotions, which arouses empathy.

It's as if the person involved is himself.

This article really surprised him.

Chen Zheng put down the test paper, and went to look at other people's scores in silence, which was a bit too quiet.

The evening self-study happens to be a Chinese class.

Teacher Xie Wenming walked into the classroom with a stack of papers and a smile on his face.

He stood on the podium beaming with joy.

"Everyone did well in this test, especially Lu Qingjue who scored 145 points in the test. The whole class, no, he is the first in the grade." He looked in Lu Qingjue's direction, his eyes full of admiration.

After speaking, he handed out the stack of copies in his hand from the front row.

He copied Lu Qingjue's composition, and everyone had a copy.

"Don't get excited, everyone. I made a hundred copies, and every classmate also has them. You all have to take a good look at how other people write essays."

"Especially you, Yang Yu, study other people's compositions well." Xie Wenming's tone became a little serious.

"See for yourself what you've written? One of the biggest influences on me is my mom."

"That night, it rained heavily. I had a high fever in the [-]s and was unconscious on the bed. My dear mother took care of me in bed all night without sleep. When I opened my hazy eyes, I saw Mother's blood-red eyes filled with emotion, and she couldn't help but shed affectionate tears..." Teacher Xie read Yang Yu's composition with a painful expression.

"Especially the last paragraph, I just can't bear to look directly at it. What do you mean, for me, my mother's dead body is lying on the bed? This idiom really can't be used indiscriminately. I almost scared me when I corrected the paper."

"Come and get your paper, the composition is zero." Teacher Xie said helplessly.

"Hahahahaha." The students burst into laughter.

Yang Yu went to get his own papers pointlessly, with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)