Gao Lulu never thought that Nie Yao would say this, her face suddenly turned red and white, and she said angrily: "Who wants to eat your chicken legs!"

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Nie Yao shrugged indifferently, this chicken leg is really delicious, the little girl doesn't know how to appreciate it.

Gao Lulu sat down not far away with a plate of puffs in her hand, glancing at Nie Yao with resentful eyes from time to time.

Nie Yao didn't care about Gao Lulu's gaze in the distance, she ate the food on the plate comfortably, and didn't waste a single drop.

Soon, the two left the school cafeteria after finishing their meal.

Eating is the primary problem and must be solved, and when she came out of the cafeteria, Nie Yao asked Chen Jiahe to accompany her to the cafeteria to recharge fifty yuan into the meal card.

The liquidity on the body was suddenly reduced by half.

When I went back to the classroom, the first period in the afternoon was a math class, and it was two classes in a row, Nie Yao listened to it in a fog, and when it came time to do the problem, she couldn't do a single question.

She sat in the last row, and there was no table next to her, and there was no one to ask.

This was followed by a political lesson......

Nie Yao was in the classroom, but Cao Weiguo came to school in a hurry for the third class in the afternoon.

There was no way, the 11-month-old child at home had a fever, his lover was far away from home at work, and only the elderly were at home, so he was not at ease, so he had to take advantage of the noon break to send the child to the children's hospital.

It's just that the child's condition doesn't seem to be optimistic, and the fever didn't subside until three o'clock in the afternoon, and his lover asked for leave to come to the hospital worriedly, but the sophomore group of the eleventh high school called for a meeting in the afternoon.

Cao Weiguo had no choice but to hand over the child to his lover to take care of, and hurried back to school for a meeting by himself.

Now Nie Yao and their sophomore year of high school have reached the second semester of the school year, and they are about to enter the third year of high school for most of the semester.

In order to free up more teaching time for teachers of various subjects, the class schedule has been rearranged at the beginning of the second semester of the second semester of high school, and Nie Yao's liberal arts class has only one physical education class left in addition to language and mathematics, history and politics, and that is because the college entrance examination for physical education is also required.

After the meeting, Cao Weiguo entered the office of the language group with a gloomy face with his notebook.

He leaned back in the chair of his desk, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyebrows.

At this grade group meeting, the homeroom teachers of seventeen classes were together, seven of which were in the liberal arts class, and the grades of the seven classes he led were actually at the bottom of the liberal arts class.

Not only that, but the language he taught was also countdown.

Although some classes have poor grades, the class teacher always has an advantage, so the grade director criticized him severely in front of many class teachers, making him lose face.

Thinking that the grades in the class were always lagging behind, Cao Weiguo's heart swelled up with a burst of depression, and he couldn't wait to call a few students to the office and scold them.

As soon as Teacher Yu entered the office with the lesson plan, he saw Cao Weiguo leaning back in his chair with a tired face.

The old teacher smiled heartily, "Xiao Cao, what's wrong, what's the trouble?"

Teacher Yu is quite prestigious in the eleventh high school, and others are also kind, as long as he is not long-sighted, he has to give him some face, although Cao Weiguo is in a bad mood, he is not so confused that he is angry at Teacher Yu.

He was a little wilted, and said weakly: "Teacher Yu, I didn't just come back from a meeting. ”

Teacher Yu was happy when he heard it, "What's the matter? It's not a big deal, I'll work hard next time." ”

Cao Weiguo sighed, he didn't think about it as Teacher Yu, after all, in this society, if he is incapable and uncompetitive, he will be completely denied, plus the matter of the children at home, it is understandable that he is in a bad mood.

Teacher Yu is an old man, and he can see Cao Weiguo's thoughts at a glance.

He walked over to his desk and put down the lesson plan, then walked over with a teapot and sat down on the empty chair next to Cao Weiguo.

With his hand stretched out, he took out a stack of test papers from his desk, picked out one from the test papers, and then handed it to Cao Weiguo, who was "loveless".

"See. ”

Cao Weiguo looked confused, but he still subconsciously took the roll paper handed by Teacher Yu.

When he looked down, his eyes widened instantly.

This...... This is not the composition of the Chinese test paper he gave to his students in the morning?

When he saw the font and style on the test paper again, Cao Weiguo's eyes were about to pop out, he didn't rush to read the composition first, but turned to the side and looked at the name written on the test paper.

At this time, Cao Weiguo was really dumbfounded.

Nie Yao?

How can it be!

What kind of virtue is that fat girl's language, can he still know?

Every time I was at the bottom of the class...... Not to mention the composition, if she can write such good words and such good essays, I am afraid that tomorrow the sun will come out of the west.

"Teacher Yu, are you kidding me?"

Teacher Yu's eyes widened, "I might as well go and study more ancient books of Chinese studies when I have that time, and tease you here, and then look at that child's test papers." ”

Hearing this, Cao Weiguo paused, and then reached out and took out Nie Yao's paper from a large test paper.

It's okay not to look at this, but Cao Weiguo jumped up angrily when he saw it.

This bear child, half of the basic knowledge is wrong, but the jerky classical Chinese questions are almost all right.

However, this font is really the same as in the composition.

Cao Weiguo also thought deeply for a moment, he flipped through the scroll, "Teacher Yu, do you think Nie Yao's style is plagiarized?"

Teacher Yu was stunned, "You young people know how to copy and copy, why do you still have to be suspected of a good essay by a child?

After speaking, Teacher Yu didn't care if Cao Weiguosheng was angry or not, turned around with the teapot and left.

Cao Weiguo was left alone in a daze at Nie Yao's test papers.

He thought about it for a while and still felt incredulous, after all, Nie Yao's previous performance was really bad, and suddenly "reforming" really made him unaccustomed to it.

He turned on the computer, went up to Qiandu, typed a few sentences from Nie Yao's composition into Qiandu, and pressed the cursor to search, but there were no search results......

Cao Weiguo didn't believe it.

This unlucky child, did he really keep a hand?

This has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger before?

Can't!

Cao Weiguo only then carefully tasted Nie Yao's essay, to be honest, this short 800-word essay is nothing to find fault with even from the perspective of his master's degree in Chinese.

Even if this is placed in the college entrance examination, it is a proper full score essay.

Cao Weiguo thought about it and decided to test Nie Yao, but if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he always didn't believe it, and the font had changed too much.

So, as soon as the fourth class ended in the afternoon, Nie Yao was called into the office again.