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"Now, then, I ask you if the old man by the bridge writes well?" asked the language king.

"Very good. It's really 6666, it's not too good, how can it be described as good? I definitely can't write it"......

"What about Deng Yuan and Sun Meisi?" said the language king: "Can you write better than it?"

"......" Deng Yuan.

"......" Sun Meisi.

What are you kidding, the two of them popped up in their hearts at the same time, this article is obviously a famous work, although the two of them have good language scores, and they have won awards in the city's essay competition before, but they are still too far in front of the famous ones.

Sun Meisi shook his head and whispered, "No." ”

"I am confident that in the future I can surpass. Deng Yuan seemed full of confidence, after all, he could surpass the famous masters, and not anyone dared to say this kind of thing.

"Ahem...... ahem" The language king coughed twice when he heard this, and said: "This old man by the bridge is the anti-war essay handed in by Han Shi. ”

Han Shi handed in the essay.

Submit an essay.

Essay.

The words of the language king seemed to have an echo, constantly echoing in the classroom.

The class fell silent, as if someone had pressed the freeze frame button, and everyone reacted in a surprising way, and their jaws were about to drop to the ground.

Brush.

A few seconds later, the eyes of the whole class were all focused and looked at Han Shi in unison.

Before Han Shi raised his hand and said that he was also going to participate in the essay competition, at least 70% of the class laughed, and it was regarded as a joke, but now it is found that the joke has become a fact, but it has become a joke for those of them who laugh.

"The old man by the bridge, did you write it?" couldn't speak in class, but Zhang Yao still couldn't help asking, this is no longer a mouse as a bridesmaid for a cat, this is simply a mouse biting a dog, don't ask about itching in my heart.

"Otherwise?" Han Shi asked rhetorically.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Zhang Yao smacked his tongue, no wonder he had heard that Han Shi had published a book before, and now he believed it was true.

At the same time, Zhang Yao also suddenly came back to his senses, and he now understood what Han Shi meant when he said that the title of the King of Languages was not assigned to him.

It's not that he doesn't do it, but he wrote it himself, and he asked the author himself to answer the reading comprehension of his work.

"Is it Han Shi's work?"

Compared with the others, Deng Yuan was directly dumbfounded, muttering something in his mouth, really dumbfounded, not an adjective, and looked at Han Shi stupidly.

A few seconds later, he retracted his gaze and looked at "The Old Man by the Bridge", which he was full of praise just now

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"What animal?" I asked again.

"There are three of them," he said, "two goats, a cat, and four pairs of pigeons." ”

"You're going to have to leave them behind?" I asked.

"yes. I'm afraid of those cannons. The captain told me to leave, and he said that the artillery fire was unforgiving. ”

"You don't have a home?" I asked, looking at the other end of the pontoon, where the last few carts were hurrying down the river's slope.

"No home," said the old man, "only the animals just mentioned." Cats, of course, don't matter. Cats take care of themselves, but what about the other things? I can't even think about it. ”

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The tough and old-fashioned style of writing, using animals to write about the cruelty of war, how could it be written by Han Shi, no matter how Deng Yuan looks at it, he can't imagine it.

You must know that Deng Yuan definitely told Sun Meisi before that Han Shi would definitely not be able to write any good essays, but it didn't take long......

Not only him, but the whole class thought that it was a work of a famous artist, and in the end it was Han Shi's, this turn came too suddenly, and Deng Yuan felt that his three views were ruined.

Sun Meisi was much calmer, took a deep breath, and remembered Han Shi's expression in the deformation meter, and had only one thought in his heart: the deformation meter was all real, and there was no script writing in advance.

"So in the essay competition, Han Shi occupies one of the two places in our eighth class, and the other is Sun Meisi and Deng Yuan, choose one of the two of you. "Language is king.

Everyone digested the news, and Lai Xing and other candy members had happy smiles on their faces, just like a holiday.

The two news of the language king were also announced, and the remaining few minutes were left for the students to study on their own.

"Han Shi, are you thirsty? Zhang Yao, who was in the seat, suddenly said: "I'm going to buy something later, so I'll ask you if you're thirsty, and if you're thirsty, I'll bring it back." ”

Took the initiative to speak, brought a drink, Han Shi was trying to talk about the prototype of Pinocchio, but it seemed that the attempt failed, and it took ten minutes to draw a portrait with a pencil in essence, and the reason why it could be seen was a portrait, not something else.

It's because you can barely see the nose and eyes, and as for the rest, there's nothing that isn't distorted.

"It's not pretty. Han Shi took his work, looked at it for a while, and finally gave such an evaluation.

Han Shi's evaluation of himself is really gentle, if you don't say that the person in the painting is like Pinocchio, you can look at Ultraman Xiang.

"It's really not enough to just know theoretical knowledge when you paint. ”

Although the painting failed, it was also the first time to paint, and Han Shi folded it and kept it.

After the class meeting, there is also a biology class, this biology teacher is very hanging, basically does not control the noise of the classroom sound, in short, the students are not serious in speaking and are also permissive.

The biology teacher is in charge of his own speech, regardless of whether the students hear it or not, his task is to tell the lesson of the day and finish it.

That's why a biology teacher's class is like tweeting hundreds of ducks talking.

"Waste of time......" Han Shi frowned, just reading the content in the textbook, he didn't need to listen to it at all, he could remember the things in the book after reading it once.

Han Shi raised his hand to go to the bathroom, walked out of the classroom, and walked in the direction of the broadcasting room according to the memory of the original owner and the prior investigation.

"Participate in an essay or debate, win the first place in the class, and you're almost done. Han Shi said: "Now let me see, the third item is to be an announcer, so that the whole school can hear my voice." ”

No. 37 Middle School has a student-organized broadcasting club, and every day at noon for a short time, it will broadcast something under the arrangement of the broadcasting club.

At present, for an hour at noon, the people of the broadcasting club are divided into four sections, new article broadcasting, story reading, joke time, song ordering time, and occasionally picking up something, or losing something, will also broadcast.

Among them, the first news broadcast, of course, can't really broadcast the news, just talk about what happened on campus, the four sections, the most important is the story reading, which is the story selected on the Internet.

Four plates, Han Shi estimated the probability of being able to let him accept.

ps: Two more, ask for full booking, and monthly passes, now they are all eighth......

(To be continued.) )