"Li Xiaotong, do you really think that you can do whatever you want in school with good grades?" the principal looked angry.

This time, it was not Li Xiaotong who spoke, but Lu Pingfan: "Of course you can do whatever you want, do you remember the fight between Gao Qi and He Kai? Because He Kai is the top three in the grade, and Gao Qi is outside the top 100 in the grade, the school only gave Gao Qi a punishment." That punishment was personally imposed by you, the principal. ”

"That'...... There's a special reason for that! What do you know as a student!" The headmaster's tone was noticeably weaker.

He Yan smiled and said, "What's the matter? The unspoken rules are put on the surface, so I can't hang it on my face? It's okay, you don't have to worry, I don't plan to dwell on this matter." I don't think it'............ like this."

He turned his head to look at Wang Qiang: "I heard that Mr. Wang once published an article in a literary magazine, and it is precisely because of that article that Mr. Wang has become the signboard of our school's Chinese teacher." In that case, I will compare the article with Mr. Wang. Win or lose with the article, if you win, I will live separately from Xiaotong as you said. If you lose, apologize to me in front of the whole school, what do you think?"

"Lu Pingfan, you're not kidding?" the principal asked in disbelief.

"Of course, I just don't know if Mr. Wang dares to take it. Lu Pingfan cast a provocative glance at Wang Qiang, which he did on purpose. Because Wang Qiang is really a little timid and afraid, if he doesn't use a little agitation, I'm afraid he may really admit it.

Fortunately, Wang Qiang really won the radical, perhaps out of confidence in his literary skills and contempt for Lu Pingfan's students. Anyway, he hesitated for a moment and agreed.

The principal then asked, "How do you judge the winner?"

"Use your principal's advantage and let all the Chinese teachers in the school be judges, and let them judge whose essay is better. Lu Pingfan said.

"Then aren't you afraid that I will use my identity as the principal to put pressure on them to choose Teacher Wang to win?" the principal asked curiously.

Lu Pingfan smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, because you will definitely do it, so I have thought about it, and let the teachers select the article if it is anonymous." ”

"Okay! Very good, Lu Pingfan!" was exposed by Lu Pingfan again, the principal's expression became stiff again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I see how you end up when you lose!"

"Thank you for your concern, can we start now?" Lu Pingfan asked.

"Now?" Wang Qiang's heart tightened, although he thought that Lu Pingfan, a student who couldn't even understand the problem, could not compare with him in literature, but it was still a little difficult for him to prepare a good article in such a short time.

But when he hesitated, the principal spoke: "It's okay, Mr. Wang, we can see what level this Lu Pingfan is, and I have never written a composition in the Chinese exam." He wants to compare it now, let's just use the time of the first and second classes to write, and when the second class is over, call all the Chinese teachers to be judges. ”

Wang Qiang couldn't help but curse in his heart: "This idiot principal, do you really think that a good article can be written casually? If I could, I would only have one article winning the award by now?"

However, scolding and scolding, he still recognized the sentence that the principal said, 'Lu Pingfan's level, we are all obvious to all'. Compared with Lu Pingfan, he doesn't need to show his real level at all, as a Chinese teacher, it is better to write an essay casually than to write seriously in the exam.

Therefore, Wang Qiang still has some confidence. Since the principal had spoken, he could only come down and say, "Then let's start now, the time of the two classes, as soon as the two classes are over, whether the writing is finished or not, it will be over." As for the content of the article, let the principal designate. ”

"Then let's follow the requirements of the exam, with campus life as the theme, the topic is self-designed, and the style is not limited, except for poetry. The principal said.

Lu Pingfan nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Then, the four of them came to the classroom of the first class of the second year of high school where Li Xiaotong was. Now, the gamble, which was originally known only to four people, was immediately known by the entire sophomore class. This was also deliberately done by the principal, but he didn't let the students know about the gambling game, so he only said that Lu Pingfan and Teacher Wang Qiang were discussing articles. In order to encourage everyone's enthusiasm for literature, let everyone witness this exchange with their own eyes.

The students in the first class of the second year of high school were excited when they learned that they could watch the excitement in the first two classes without going to class, and when the first class ended, they quickly spread the news throughout the school. There is no doubt that gossip circulates the fastest in schools.

Lu Pingfan's Chinese teacher Zhao Yan also got the news and was a little surprised at the moment. Immediately, I hurriedly felt the classroom of the first class of the second year of high school, and began to watch with other curious Chinese teachers.

Normally, if you want to write a good article, you need to be in a relatively quiet environment, and the mood should not be too excited, and the mood should be relatively calm. Hitting the ring with an article, which in itself is an unreasonable thing. It's just that for Wang Qiang, Lu Pingfan's composition level is really too poor, and he doesn't have any pressure at all.

And for Lu Pingfan, it's even easier, the article was not written by him, he just needs to transcribe the things in his memory on the manuscript paper.

Both men felt they had an advantage, so they chose to bet in such a way that seemed incredible.

Zhao Yan stood at the door, looking at Lu Pingfan's eyes a little complicated. If she hadn't read the "Autumn Night" written by Lu Pingfan before, she would definitely think that Lu Pingfan's behavior was a mayfly shaking a tree. Wang Qiang's literary skills can't even be underestimated by her.

But now...... She can only say that Wang Qiang's "Old Well in Hometown" is completely vulnerable in front of Lu Pingfan's "Autumn Night". The two articles are not at the same level at all, so she recommended "Autumn Night" to be included in the Chinese textbook, but she did not mention this matter to Wang Qiang.

She watched at the door for a while, and at first she was a little afraid of disturbing the two of them to write an article. But as time went by, more and more people gathered around her, and the voices became more and more noisy, so she had no worries, walked into the classroom, stood next to the principal and asked, "What's going on?"

As soon as the principal saw that it was Zhao Yan, he immediately put away his shelf as the principal, lowered his tone and said: "Lu Pingfan, this kid is not self-sufficient, so he has to make a bet with Teacher Wang Qiang to see who writes the best article." It just so happened that I hadn't watched Mr. Wang Qiang write an article for a long time, so I presided over this competition. ”

Zhao Yan nodded, indicating that she understood, and then set her eyes on Lu Pingfan's body again.

Lu Pingfan happened to be sitting in his sister's seat, two tables away from Wang Qiang's position.

Wang Qiang's side is still speculating, and Lu Pingfan's side is nearing the end.

Then, after another ten minutes, when the second class was about to end, Lu Pingfan finished writing the entire article, and returned to the front of the article from the new one to make up the topic.

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