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Chapter 155 Composition Contest?

As soon as Zhang Ying finished speaking, the sounds of reading in the classroom stopped abruptly, and everyone raised their heads to look at Zhang Ying's pretty face, showing a trace of curiosity.

They really wanted to know what the language teacher, who had been playing with his mobile phone on the podium before, was going to announce next.

But at this moment, Chen Yu didn't know why, and suddenly had a very bad premonition. He felt that what Zhang Ying was going to announce next would definitely fall on him again.

Of course, the premise is that no one pays attention to what she announced.

For example, just like the representative incident of the Chinese class last time, Chen Yu now just thinks that in the days to come, he will help the bad woman on the podium to hold books every day, and organize the PPT for class in advance, and so on.

You are the teacher, and this is your own job. Why do you have to bring your work to the classroom when you are in class?
As for the premonition in his heart, since he was a child, he has been very accurate every time, probably because he has been frightened by his sister's girlfriends since he was a child.

Looking at the now silent classroom, Zhang Ying continued to speak: "Well, there will be a composition competition during this winter vacation, and no one wants to sign up?"

Most of the students in class 18 will choose science in the future. Few people are interested in such things as composition competitions. If you have that spare time, you might as well do a few more math problems.

Therefore, when Zhang Ying told about the composition competition, these students showed a lack of interest, all of them lowered their heads, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

At this moment, Chen Yu was sitting in his seat, thinking of Zhang Ying who suddenly ran over to ask him about writing novels, the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Zhang Ying on the podium looked at the silent classroom and some students who buried their heads very low. Zhang Ying was not angry either. After all, such a situation had already been expected.

She looked at the students under the podium, intending to use rewards to arouse the enthusiasm of these students.

"Don't you even want to sign up? This competition is nationwide. If you can win a prize, you will get a lot of bonuses, and you might even have the chance to be recommended to the Chinese department of some famous schools."

"Students who want to go, you can raise your hand to sign up now, we will have a competition in the school first!"

She didn't believe it anymore. After telling all about these rewards and benefits, these children would still be able to sit still.

Sure enough, when Zhang Ying told the benefits of this composition competition, the eyes of the students in Class 18 were all brightened. After all, who doesn't want the bonus and the number of recommended places?
There are even a few who are already a little eager to try. Their trembling little hands want to raise them, but they dare not raise them, and their hearts are extremely contradictory.

Go ahead, I know my level of composition well, it's probably just a round trip, maybe I can't even beat the ones in school.

But if you don't go, I feel a little pity. Some people in the classroom at the moment are also extremely entangled in their hearts.

Most of these students at this time have this kind of thinking. Although they are all experimental classes, many people still have little confidence in the face of this kind of national competition.

Different from others, Chen Yu was not interested in this Laoshizi composition competition. To participate in this competition, it would be better to go home and update a few more novels.

Chen Yu didn't think that he could win an award or something on it, and he was just getting a recommended spot, isn't that nonsense.

He was lying on the desk, looking at the students around him who clearly wanted to go but didn't dare to raise their hands. It was a little funny.

If he hadn't been reborn, he probably would have the same mentality as these students now, Chen Yu thought silently in his heart.

However, I don't know why, the bad premonition in his heart not only didn't decrease, but became more and more intense, so his innermost doubts, what is it?
Zhang Ying, who was on the podium, looked around the classroom. She saw every student's performance in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a little funny, especially when she saw those tangled little faces.

Really, if you want to sign up, just raise your hand and sign up, why bother?
"No one signed up?" Zhang Ying looked at these troubled students and said.

"Teacher, I want to sign up!" Zhang Xuanxuan raised her hand cautiously.

"Okay, classmate Zhang Xuanxuan, is there anyone else?" Zhang Ying saw that someone had signed up, and a smile appeared on her face. Fortunately, it wasn't the kind where no one signed up.

However, when her eyes saw Chen Yu lying on the desk, she couldn't laugh anymore.

This kid actually lay down on the table, and looked like he was about to fall asleep, heh, it just so happened that no one signed up here, so I'll take you for surgery.

And just now I read the novel written by this stinky boy. Except for those systems that I can't understand, the others are very good. Well, it's just you.

The most important thing is that if you can advance to this composition competition, you can also get special training. If you participate in it, you may be able to improve your writing level.

I'm thinking about this brat's future. I heard from Yueyue that this brat will most likely take the path of writing in the future.

Then from now on, let's train this stinky boy well, and save the trouble of provoking our class's class belle and school belle every day!Zhang Ying thought silently.

If Chen Yu knew Zhang Ying's thoughts at this time, he would probably laugh out loud, just like Tang Shiyun, return the school flower, what a joke!

"Is there anyone else? If not, I'm going to start the roll call!" Zhang Ying had a gentle smile on her face, but in the eyes of the students in Class 18, why is such a smile so cold? ?
Obviously, the beautiful teacher in my class looks pretty when she smiles, doesn't she?

After Zhang Ying finished speaking, she also stopped, as if to give the students time to think.

However, after a short while, it was still the silent classroom that responded to her, so she slowly opened her mouth and said:

"Okay, it seems that no one will participate, so I will call the roll call. Students who are counted must participate!"

After Zhang Ying finished speaking, she raised her head and looked around the classroom. She deliberately hugged her chest and put on a straight face, pretending to be very serious.

Feeling the eyes of their Chinese teacher, the students in class 18 buried their heads lower, and didn't dare to look at her at all, as if they were afraid that they would be unlucky and be selected.

(End of this chapter)