Railroad Middle School, inside the office.

Sun Xuehui, who is also a homeroom teacher and a Chinese teacher, is browsing through the essays assigned yesterday.

The classmates wrote similarly, some wanted to be doctors, some wanted to be policemen, and some wanted to be stars.

The more Sun Xuehui looked at it, the more disappointed he became, because his original intention in arranging this essay was to see the students write something different.

The results were obvious, and the students didn't write the articles he hoped to see.

Suddenly, Sun Xuehui smiled, these students are just junior high school students, how can they write any profound articles containing life philosophy?

If he thinks according to him, I'm afraid that some high school students will not meet the requirements.

It's just that when he saw the last essay, Sun Xuehui's eyes lit up, this student is really a good handwriting, and then look at the name, huh? Zhang Xiaoqiang? Such a beautiful block letter, it was actually written by Zhang Xiaoqiang?

The composition is also very good, especially the last sentence, the man does not show his ambitions, and he is born with an eight-foot body, which is even more amazing to Sun Xuehui.

Impossible, how is this possible, Sun Xuehui shook his head, what level Zhang Xiaoqiang is, no one knows better than him, he has been Zhang Xiaoqiang's homeroom teacher for three consecutive years, it is impossible for this kid to write such a shocking sentence.

Copied it, this sentence must have been copied, but Sun Xuehui turned on the computer and searched for a long time, but he didn't find any relevant entries.

This sentence, such a beautiful block letter, is it ghostwritten by someone else?

It's impossible, it's just an ordinary essay, and it's not a paper, Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't need to find someone to ghostwrite, even if he finds someone to ghostwrite, the person who ghostwrote can write this kind of sentence, and his literary attainments must be very high.

If you don't understand this, just don't think about it, just ask.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was called to the office.

"You wrote this essay?" Sun Xuehui pointed to the essay on his desk.

"yes, teacher, what's wrong?"

"Let me ask you, this sentence, the man does not show his ambitions, and he is born with an eight-foot body, did you come up with it yourself?"

"It's ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang originally wanted to say that this was a sentence by the Ming Dynasty writer Feng Menglong, but he soon thought that there was no Ming Dynasty in this world, let alone Feng Menglong.

So he hurriedly changed his words: "Yes, teacher, this is the sentence I came up with." ”

Sun Xuehui nodded incredulously: "I really didn't expect that Xiaoqiang, you still have this kind of literary talent, and the teacher has to admire you." ”

"Teacher, I'm just writing blindly. Seeing that the teacher didn't have any suspicions, Zhang Xiaoqiang pretended to be a B in a low-key manner.

"Your nonsense has wiped out the whole class. ”

......

In the class, Liu Wenwen in the front row was whispering to Wang Wenjing.

"Wen Jing, you see that Zhang Xiaoqiang was called to the office by the head teacher again, it must be his composition, which is not only scribbled, but also scribbled, which makes the teacher angry.

You said too, a student like him, just don't hand in his homework, he has to succeed, I think it was the English teacher who praised him yesterday, which made him feel fluttering. ”

"Wen Jing, how do I think you always like to talk to Zhang Xiaoqiang, he is so poor at studying, you stay away from him in the future, otherwise it will affect your learning. ”

Wang Wenjing frowned: "Wenwen, don't say that, I think the little strongman is very good, but his grades are just poor." ”

"What's the matter, do you like him when you talk to him like this?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Wang Wenjing's face flushed.

Liu Wenwen also giggled: "Don't talk about this, we have three months to take the high school entrance examination, how are you reviewing, have you decided which school to apply for? I want to go to the first middle school, I can be admitted to the top ten in the whole level in every mock exam, I think there is no problem in being admitted to the first middle school." ”

Hearing this, Wang Wenjing's face darkened, and her voice became much quieter: "It's not that you don't know my grades, I don't think I even have the chance to be admitted to Gangshan Middle School, let alone a middle school, every time I work so hard, but every time I am outside the top 300." ”

No. 1 Middle School, the best high school in Rongcheng, has strong teachers, and all kinds of software and hardware equipment of the school are top-notch in all high schools in the city, and it is also a high school for all outstanding junior high school students in Rongcheng.

Gangshan Middle School is just a private high school, the quality of teachers is uneven, Gangshan Middle School has 500 students take the college entrance examination every year, and only 20 or 30 people can be admitted to university.

"It's okay, I'm sure you can. ”

While the two were chatting, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked into the classroom, returned to his position and sat down, and continued to write his ghost story.