There are always some very inhumane regulations in the school, such as obviously having a public holiday/engaging in activities, but you can't just put it down, you have to start classes in advance at noon, and you can only release them when you have classes.

It's not thankless, the students don't have the heart to listen, and the teacher doesn't want to talk too much, so he just lets it go, which is very happy.

Li Yao lay on the table, fortunately it was a composition class, the relaxed Cheng dù and the physical education class, the information class had a fight, basically most of the people were doing their own things, their hands were twisted behind their backs, small notes were passed around, if there was no bag hanging in the middle of the table, they could pass directly through the gap and hand it to the front, and some people had books spread on the table, comic magazines on their legs, staring at their crotch and laughing.

It's a very dense and low noise, mixed together soft and soft.

Teacher: "These are the skills I tell you, so let's enjoy some of the students' excellent essays!"

Zhao Xiang couldn't wait, so he stood up.

"Liu Rui, you come up and read it first. ”

Zhao Xiang sat down again.

Liu Rui looks like a top student, and her voice is not small, although she looks very easy to get along with, but she is very strong, and she once said that if she can't pass the K University exam, she will die, of course, as long as her grades play normally, it is indeed no problem to go to K University.

She finished reading her composition, it was an argumentative essay, it didn't sound interesting, and the people below didn't have much ability to appreciate it, Liu Rui's score was very high every time she wrote an essay, but everyone was not too sure if her composition was very good.

Because her character is too much, it is the same as her appearance, and she looks like a top student.

It's just like printing, open it to see, it's not brilliant, there is no pen and there is no strength, but it is terrible to put it together, and each word stretches out an invisible grid space, neatly creating a sense of beauty.

I really don't know how to practice the words.,Each essay is posted on the back for everyone's reference.,Where is the reference content.,It's clear that most of the scores of the essay are based on words.。

When Liu Rui finished reading, another girl came up and also read an argumentative essay, and then the Chinese teacher commented separately, and then said:

"Now, I'd like to highlight a male classmate, he"

Zhao Xiang stood up suddenly.

"Zhao Xiang, don't get excited, okay, since you are in such a hurry, then you can come up and read it first, and I'll talk about it after reading." ”

"Okay!" Zhao Xiang pushed away the same table and ran up with the test paper.

"I'm writing a novel!" he said first, and everyone was excited when they heard it.

"Narrative, narrative. "The teacher is right.

"A novel in a narrative!" Zhao Xiang still insisted that he had written a novel, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to read his composition, the original title of this composition was two words: the future, prompting to write, you can write your understanding of the two words of the future, you can also write your own imagination of the future, including learning, life, emotion, and so on.

Zhao Xiang wrote a love novel that shocked the world among his peers, expressing his imagination of future love.

"When she laughs, my heart is like being scratched by a feather and dripping with lemons" When he read his own good sentence, he couldn't help but comment:

"Damn, this sentence is really well written!"

The people laughed, and the teacher laughed.

"Hey, don't laugh, I'll continue to read ah I've become a CEO many years later, the parentheses are worth tens of billions of brackets, and she has been living a poor life because she wants to pursue her own art, after all, she doesn't want to sell her ** brackets are finished, and I, unlike those who just love her looks, I have loved her since I was in school, and I have waited so long for this. Now that I'm finally qualified to marry her, I wear Amani's tailored suit and Gucci shoes to her studio, a small room. Because she was poor, she was very thin, and she was so thin that it made me feel distressed. ”

She was wearing a white dress, and when she heard the noise, she turned her head, shook her head, and then looked at me quietly. The paintbrush she was holding in her hand was still dripping with paint, and although she didn't cry, I felt that it seemed to be her invisible tears" Reading this, he couldn't help but comment: ", it's so well written, I simply admire myself so much." ”

The underground classmate was listening very attentively, but he was distracted by himself, the atmosphere was gone, and he laughed again, and a boy who was sitting in the first row because he was too naughty said: "Isn't that girl Cao Xue from the art class - your dream lover?" ”

Zhao Xiang was anxious: "What are you yelling about, Lao Tzu is a crush, do you understand, if you say it now, how will I see her in the future!"

The people down there laughed even harder.

Zhao Xiang saw that he couldn't read it anymore, so he simply said loudly: "Anyway, the final ending is to be happy together!" and then took the test paper and slipped off the podium and returned to his position.

Everyone applauded, and there were people who slapped the table.

The teacher walked up to the podium: "Thank you Zhao Xiang for your composition, everyone has heard it, some sentences are really remarkable, Zhao Xiang, those are all your own thoughts, didn't you find them from the Internet?"

"I wrote it myself!!" he replied aloud.

"Your writing is very spiritual, very good, this is the first time you have written a narrative, since you write so well, why have you been writing argumentative essays before?"

That's because Liu Rui's score is so high every time, so that he thinks it's easier to get points for writing argumentative essays! Of course, he was embarrassed to say this, but just made an excuse casually:

"I'm accumulating!"

"Okay, everyone should learn more from Zhao Xiang's modest spirit!"

The people below applauded again, and Zhao Xiang buried his head in his arm embarrassedly.

Li Yao looked at this qiē, he couldn't tell whether these classmates' expressions were set up or performed by real people, it was too real, but deliberately distinguishing these would lose the meaning of the game.

Unlike his obligatory fast wear, NEW provides an environment for relaxing his true temperament.

The teacher looked up at the bell behind him, and then said, "There's still a little time below, hey, Wang Damao, you come up and read your composition, Wang Damao is also writing a narrative this time." ”

Everyone turned to look at him with interest.

Li Yao was like a real student, holding the test paper on the table, and he didn't want to get up, this was not his intention, although he was a little embarrassed to read the composition in front of a group of strangers, but more importantly, he was sent to this composition paper

The words are completely incomprehensible!

NEW even if it contains a lot of scenes, but for the convenience of players, it is impossible to really set up the text of the corresponding era in the ancient scenes, and the text on the composition paper is probably Chinese characters, but it is more abbreviated after evolution, if Li Yao can barely recognize it, plus the attribute of "Custom Version for Boys in the Back Row: Ghost Painting Symbol", it is really a ghost drawing symbol, and I can't understand it at all.

"What are you shy, come up and read, Wang Damao, time is running out, don't waste everyone's time." ”

"Ah, I" He was trying to find an excuse to excuse himself, but Yang Ming on the side had already intimately moved out of the way.

Damn, I haven't taught you how to behave in the world, you have to learn to pit your teammates first! Li Yao had no choice but to take the test paper and go on stage.

"Uh, the future me"

He was standing on the podium, and the people below could see exactly what they were doing—everyone was staring at him.

Li Yao was frightened, and hurriedly lowered his head and covered his face with the test paper.

"My Future Me"

He was holding the test paper because there was an open door next to him, and he could hear the class next door reading English.

The wind is gentle.

"Me. ”

He suddenly straightened up and said, "I'm a man with no ambitions. ”

The classmates laughed.

Being laughed at like this, it seemed to be a lot easier, and he continued: "I hope that my am not very bland, or ordinary, ordinary and whatever you want to describe, anyway, it is the kind of worry about children, arguing with objects, worrying about work, of course, I may also be destined to be lonely for a lifetime." ”

"Anyway, it's those days, I didn't have a career ideal when I was a child, I just wanted to live with my brother, everyone else wanted to be a police officer and a scientist, I said I wanted to be my brother's follower, because adults used to say that I was my brother's follower. ”

"Some people may say, it's really unproductive, it's really a wretch, it's not a waste of ambition at all, isn't it a waste of life. ”

"But I don't want to. ”

Yang Ming looked directly at Li Yao on the podium.

"I don't want thrilling, twisty adventures at all, I just want to live my life in peace, if only I could do that. ”

"Where's this narrative?" whispered someone below.

"Why do you like blandness?" asked another girl.

Li Yao glanced at her, thought for a while, and said, "You all know that sentence, what it is, cognition is like a small circle, the unknown part is outside the circle, the more you know, the more unknown." ”

"Some people choose to continue to expand themselves, and some people choose not to move forward, I think the circle here is not only knowledge, but it can refer to experience, wealth and other things I can't think of can not say which choice is the right one, anyway, I hope to stop, not to expand. ”

"This is the future I want, the future of mediocrity. ”

When he said the last few words, his eyes were looking at the blackboard behind him, and he looked like he was looking from afar, very imposing, and he seemed very confident.

Everyone stared at him.

"Uh" his momentum gradually lowered again, "No, that's all." Then he walked back to his position with the test paper.

Zhao Xiang turned his head: "Wang Damao, what kind of composition did you read, a bullshit narrative?"

The teacher was probably also inexplicable, and said: "Wang Damao may have refined the central idea of his composition, which is Zeno's words, and when you write this kind of example in the future, remember to indicate the source, and the teacher will also revise the paper."

The bell rang for the end of class.

The class suddenly made a commotion, and although the Chinese teacher's words were not finished, he had to shake his head and leave with the handouts.

The boy came around, and one of them asked: "Wang Damao, what are you doing on it, didn't you say that you want to become the second Kobe?"

"Haha, you can just say Kobe Bryant's second child. ”

"You kid, you're dead. ”

They were giggling and joking, and Zhao Xiang took out the jersey in his bag: "Oh, when I think of playing next class, I'm so excited, Wang Damao, you have to play hard!"

"Yes, yes, otherwise I'm sorry for the grade director who caught you and Yang Ming secretly playing!"