At six o'clock in the morning on Sunday, Zhou Xuan woke up on time, washed up and continued to run.

Reborn once, Zhou Xuan knows the importance of health, no matter how much money there is, there is no point in failing to be healthy.

In his previous life, I heard the news that I was too tired to work overtime and died suddenly, which made Zhou Xuan even more concerned. Therefore, as a code farmer, he didn't work too hard, of course, this is also one of the reasons why Zhou Xuan has been a code farmer all his life and has not reached a high level. He doesn't want to be too tired, he always thinks that he has enough money.

In this way, one morning and one afternoon, Zhou Xuan spent time in writing and transcribing manuscripts.

The classmates looked at Zhou Xuan so seriously, and they all knew that Zhou Xuan was really going to participate in the essay contest this time.

Everyone can't help but say some cool things, but Zhou Xuan is immersed in the world of writing manuscripts and is too lazy to care about these. When their manuscripts passed the preliminary round, they knew how naïve their ideas were.

However, in the end, Zhuo Lian, her tablemate, was very supportive of Zhou Xuan, and encouraged Zhou Xuan to write well so that those who didn't believe in him could see it.

In this essay contest in the city, the theme of the preliminary essay is not limited, and the selection of materials that are distinctive, creative and close to life is encouraged. There are also three unlimited: no limit on style, no limit on genre, and no limit on the number of words.

Zhou Xuan is very satisfied with such a proposition and can play freely. It can be a novel, an essay, an argumentative essay, and more.

Zhou Xuan thought for a while and thought it would be better to write an essay, the title of which was "The First Snow in 1992".

During the Spring Festival of 1992, NC County had the only snow since Zhou Xuan was born. The snow began to fall in the afternoon when it was dark and continued all night, and when I woke up in the morning, the snow on the roof was several centimeters thick. Zhou Xuan and his friends were so happy that they went to build snowmen and have snowball fights. The sky and the earth were all white, which made them, who had never seen snow before, extremely happy, and played crazy all day.

After a day or two, the sun came out and the snow began to melt. The snow water flowed down from under the roof, leaving popsicles one by one, shining in the sunlight with this dazzling light, which was the first impression that the snow brought to Zhou Xuan.

In less than a night, Zhou Xuan finished writing this composition. After writing it, I also let Zhuo Lian, who was at the same table, appreciate it. After reading it at the same table, he gave a thumbs up fiercely, and praised Zhou Xuan's writing very well.

Zhou Xuan naturally knows what level of his composition is, and he is really the best batch in junior high school.

Early on Monday morning, Zhou Xuan took advantage of the morning self-study and finished class to send the manuscript of "The First Snow in 1992" to the Chinese teacher Mr. Chen.

When he came to the office on the third floor, he saw that Teacher Chen was about to go home for breakfast, and Zhou Xuan hurried in.

"Teacher Chen, good!"

Teacher Chen looked at Zhou Xuan, still holding a stack of manuscripts, and said in his heart that Zhou Xuan hadn't looked for her for a long time, and he didn't know what was going on: "Zhou Xuan, is there something wrong?"

Zhou Xuan handed over his manuscript: "Teacher Chen, I heard that the city holds an essay contest, and I plan to participate in it." You take a look first, I hope the teacher corrects me!"

Hearing Zhou Xuan's words, Teacher Chen's face sank: "Zhou Xuan, the most important thing for you now is to review the Chinese well and improve your grades, instead of thinking about something unrealistic." ”

"Teacher Chen, if your composition score improves, your language will improve. Zhou Xuan continued to explain, "I know what Teacher Chen means, this time I really have to study hard. I also ask Mr. Chen to believe me, I am also working hard to review other Chinese results, and I will definitely give you a surprise in the next exam. ”

"Zhou Xuan, what you said is true?" Teacher Chen also knew about what happened this week, Zhou Xuan's class status had indeed changed in the past week, and he also knew what he said at the door of the office on Sunday night, but he still couldn't believe Zhou Xuan.

"Really!

Coming out of the office, Zhou Xuan hurried to breakfast. Ginger duck noodles, Zhou Xuan's favorite, in his previous life, he rarely ate them when he was studying in college and working outside. Even if there is, there is no NC Prefecture authentic, and other places are very watery.

While Zhou Xuan was eating noodles with relish, the Chinese teacher, Mr. Chen, was drinking porridge in one gulp while looking at Zhou Xuan's composition.

"The first snow in 1992?" Mr. Chen saw this title and thought to himself, it was a little interesting.

It is difficult to snow in the basin of Tianfu Province, and now that the greenhouse effect is becoming more and more serious, the number of snowfalls in the entire southern provinces of China can only be described as a handful. Zhou Xuan can think of the snow in ninety-two, it is quite good, at least it took a lot of thought.

As he continued to watch, Mr. Chen turned from expectation to surprise, and even forgot to eat breakfast.

After a few minutes, Mr. Chen finished reading the entire essay, and he didn't know what to use to describe it. The writing is too good, of course, this is relative to the first year of junior high school and Zhou Xuan's previous composition level.

In Mr. Chen's opinion, even if such an essay is an essay in the college entrance examination, it can score more than 50 points.

Thinking of this, Teacher Chen couldn't help but be happy, it seems that Zhou Xuan has indeed put in the effort to write this composition. As for Zhou Xuan's plagiarism, Mr. Chen also felt that it was impossible. There are basically no students with this level in the entire junior high school, where did he plagiarize from.

The second class in the morning was the Chinese class, and Mr. Chen walked in with a smile on his face. She talked about the essay contest again, and asked the students who wanted to participate to hand in their manuscripts quickly.

"Here, I would like to give special praise to Zhou Xuan in our class. I have read his essay very well, and I will definitely be able to enter the semi-finals! I hope everyone will also learn from Zhou Xuan and work hard to improve the level of composition!" Zhou Xuan didn't expect Mr. Chen to praise himself in the class, it seems that his composition has exceeded the teacher's estimate.

Suddenly, Zhou Xuan felt that the eyes around him frequently swept towards him, which made Zhou Xuan couldn't help but be dumbfounded, isn't it just an essay?

Zhuo Lian, who was at the same table, also asked in a low voice: "Zhou Xuan, why did your essay improve so quickly? The first two tests were average, better than mine!"

Although Zhou Xuan's composition was read last night, I feel that it is very well written. But today, the Chinese teacher praised it on the spot, and I felt that Zhou Xuan's composition was very good, and it must be better than what Liu Yixue wrote in the class.

Therefore, I really want to know why Zhou Xuan's composition has improved so quickly, and if there is any experience that can be used for reference, then whether his own composition level can also improve so quickly.

Zhou Xuan listened to the ridicule of his tablemate, and couldn't help but smile: "Well, it was just started, and I didn't adapt to the water and soil, and I didn't play at a normal level!"

Zhuo Lian pursed her lips: "Before you leave the county, you can't adapt to the water and soil, are you lying to the ghost?"

Zhou Xuan suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen before, and then asked solemnly, "Zhuo Lian, do you want to know why I have improved so fast?"

"Think?"

"Remember one sentence: read more books, read more newspapers, eat less snacks and sleep more. “

"Uh......" Zhuo Lian was stunned, she could understand reading books and newspapers and eating less snacks, what the hell is sleeping more. Is it possible to sleep to improve the level of composition, in dreams?