The stunned look on Wang Yuemei's face was too obvious, so Song Ci couldn't ignore it if she wanted to.

She pursed the corners of her mouth that wanted to twitch again, and looked back with sincerity and integrity.

I stood up, and then what?

Wang Yuemei suddenly couldn't bear to criticize her.

This student is too young to be sensible, right? Why don't you send it to the Yuhong class to adapt to it for a few years before sending it in, which will make a mess for the elementary school teacher.

Wang Yuemei softened her face, looked at the test paper she was buckling upside down on the desk, and patiently reminded:

"It's an exam now, and the paper will be collected when the time comes, and the teacher will judge the score, and take it home for the parents to sign, so you can quickly sit down and answer the answer sheet. ”

It's not a joke.

Song Ci slowly climbed up the stool, and only after sitting down did he say seriously:

"Teacher, I've finished writing and checking my papers, can I rest now? ”

It's not illegal to sleep in the exam room, right?

She didn't want to hand in the papers early, how cold and panicked she would be when she went out, how could she be comfortable in the classroom.

Wang Yuemei saw that the student was stubborn and the dead duck had a hard mouth, and she probably still had the idea of cheating, and the pity in her heart because of her youth suddenly faded.

Since you can't understand the good words, let's come to the hard ones.

"Take out the cheat sheet yourself, don't wait for the teacher to ......"

Song Ci didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and opened the scroll to show her.

"If you don't have evidence, don't talk nonsense, why do you always guess what you know at a glance? Teacher, isn't that okay?"

Wang Yuemei's words were interrupted, and as she looked at the open test paper with her movements, the whole person was choked.

Like, really written?

Song Ci saw that the teacher's expression was shocked and changeable, and he thought it was quite interesting, and teased and said:

"Teacher, you can't just send me a paper full of answers, right?"

Wang Yuemei picked up the scroll and swept it from beginning to end, looking at the elementary school student who was standing and not yet sitting tall with complicated eyes.

She sat in the first row, right in front of the podium, and the first paper was given to her, is it possible to make a mistake with a blank volume?

Wang Yuemei looked at her deeply, put the paper back on the table, did not speak, and looked around the classroom majestically.

The rest of the students who watched the excitement consciously lowered their heads to avoid their gaze, and took pens to look at the test papers and meditated.

Wang Yuemei curled the corners of her mouth slightly with satisfaction, and walked around the classroom with a steady and regular step.

Song Ci didn't care when she saw that the teacher confiscated her test papers, so she covered the papers again, and lay down to close her eyes and take a nap.

The rustle of the pen tip touching the paper around her, like a spring silkworm gnawing on mulberry leaves, and like a breeze through the treetops, gentle and quiet, quickly aroused her sleepiness.

It wasn't until a bell rang that Song Ci woke up from his sleep.

Rewinded.

Song Ci glanced at the name of the class again, and sat quietly waiting for the students behind him to come and collect the test papers.

Wang Yuemei saw her sleepy-eyed little appearance, there was an obvious indentation on her left cheek, and the root of her teeth itched again.

She directly took away Song Ci's test paper and read it at a glance.

It's still that beautiful and good word.

To put it mildly, this word alone is probably better than some teachers in the office.

Well, she is also one of certain teachers.

Look at this horizontal and vertical and vertical, why is it so beautifully written? Pinyin letters can not be written to find faults, one by one round, like a little fat pig with a full stomach, blessed and cute.

How did this kid practice this good handwriting? Other children of her age are afraid that they can't even hold the pen steadily, right?

No one who is a teacher doesn't like good words, and Wang Yuemei is of course no exception, even if she is a math teacher, she also attaches great importance to the neatness and beauty of the volume.

After admiring the paper again with a hint of envy, Wang Yuemei paid a little attention to the content of the answer.

This question is correct, the next question is also correct, yes, yes, all right.

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