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"Mr. Zhao, this is this issue of the middle school students' essay newspaper. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

6 in.

In the office located on the east side of the academic building.

Zhao Honggui just turned around and walked out of the office, planning to go to the classroom for duty.

In the corridor at the door of the office, Lao Wang in the school mailroom happened to be holding a large stack of newspapers and walked over here.

Hear Lao Wang's voice.

Zhao Honggui had no choice but to turn around and push the office door open again.

"Lao Wang, has this issue of "Dongjiang Literature" arrived?"

Because the middle school students' essay newspaper and Dongjiang Literature are issued by the same magazine, they are usually sent together at the beginning of the month.

So Zhao Honggui has this question.

"Not yet, this issue of the newspaper is a few days in advance, Mr. Zhao, all of your classes are here, you can ask the students to count them when you go back." ”

The essay newspaper for middle school students is funded and subsidized by the Municipal Education Bureau, and each school will subscribe to a newspaper.

The quality of the essay newspaper itself is very good, better than most essay selections, the above essays are some of the better selections, and in addition to the composition layout, there are some basic knowledge introductions to improve writing skills.

Including how to portray good characters, the description of the bad environment, and the writing characteristics and writing techniques of various types of essays are explained in detail.

For high school students, the value of this essay newspaper is actually not low.

But as a class teacher and Chinese teacher in the high school Chinese class, Zhao Honggui is actually more pragmatic.

The role of the secondary school students' essay newspaper seems to be obvious, and the Education Bureau's consideration also has a certain positive effect. But often many times, in reality, even good intentions change.

To put it simply, just like in front of you.

High school students after class placement rarely have time to read a newspaper systematically, often reading a few essays roughly, and even some students' newspapers are clean from beginning to end.

Zhao Honggui could not have forced the students to read the newspaper as a class teacher.

Over time, the distribution of newspapers naturally became a formality rather than a pragmatism.

"Lin Tao, Mr. Zhao, there is also a student named Lin Tao in your class. ”

When Lao Wang's voice came into his ears, Zhao Honggui was about to reach out and pull out a newspaper from it and flip through it, when he heard this, his hand retracted.

"Lao Wang, what did you say?"

He didn't seem to hear the words of Lao Wang's mouth clearly.

However, Lao Wang also seemed to be busy, and before he finished speaking, he had already turned around and walked out.

"I mean, there is a name named Lin Tao in the newspaper, didn't there be a student named Lin Tao in your class who won the first prize of the Dongjiang Cup? ”

"You old king, there is more than one person named Lin Tao. ”

Zhao Honggui didn't realize that he seemed to be missing something.

I casually pulled out a newspaper from it, sandwiched it in the lesson plan, turned around, locked the door, and went to the classroom.

1 shift.

The sound of books in the classroom seems to be venting the most incomprehensible loneliness in the entire season of youth.

Even for Lin Tao, morning reading is a rather painful story, but in fact, for him, morning reading is basically equivalent to self-study.

At least Ye Fei, a close friend at the same table, rarely saw him reading and memorizing texts in the morning.

Lin Tao didn't bother to explain to him why some people needed to recite aloud to remember things, but he only needed to recite them silently and imprint those knowledge points in his mind one by one.

Of course.

Ye Fei was even more unlikely to know that these so-called new knowledge were more like a long baptism in Lin Tao's eyes.

Every time Lin Tao takes a new lesson, it seems that he is bathed in memories of the past, when the faint thoughts in his heart condense into foam and float to his heart.

For him, it was actually very simple to understand these things and he could remember them naturally, and it didn't take him too much energy.

What he needs to spend his energy on is a lot of knowledge points and formulas that have been forgotten by time in every math class.

"Ye Fei, you go to the office to help Su Rui take the newspaper to the classroom and distribute it. ”

If there was a ghost, Lin Tao would like to call it the voice that appeared suddenly.

Zhao Honggui's appearance was very abrupt, and even made Ye Fei hasty and hurried for a while.

Lin Tao couldn't see the slightest strange look on Zhao Honggui's face, and when Ye Fei got up, he had already turned around and walked over.

Gazing at Ye Fei.

Su Rui was a little speechless and stopped.

At the beginning of November, the temperature was not as warm as in October, and he was wearing a purple and black plaid stand-up collar shirt and an off-white thick sweater over it.

Su Rui has a strong British style.

Ye Fei's gaze was a little afraid to look at Su Rui.

Su Rui naturally wouldn't guess that Ye Fei had subconsciously avoided her because she had told Hu Meifang one night that Lin Tao was her suitor.

"Ye Fei!"

"Huh?"

Ye Fei's somewhat overly violent reaction made Su Rui a little puzzled.

"There's a newspaper on the ground, you can hold it for me. ”

She didn't notice the strangeness in Ye Fei's eyes, but after putting the newspaper in her hand into Ye Fei's arms, she bent down and picked up the newspaper that had slipped to the ground.

But when the gaze in the eye fell on the newspaper on the ground.

Su Rui was stunned.

On the cover of the newspaper.

Lin Tao's name is impressive.

Perhaps Lin Tao himself never thought that one day he would disturb Su Rui's nerves again in such a way.

The girl's red lips slowly pursed into a beautiful arc, and when Ye Fei screamed softly, she realized that her heart was pounding and she didn't stop.

"Is it really him?"

"Will there be anyone else named Lin Tao in Songping City?"

"Could it be Lin Tao in Matsudaira 6?"

After taking the newspaper from Ye Fei's hand, Su Rui's face began to turn a little red, and it was already hot quietly.

The bottom of my heart became a little confused.

Ye Fei looked at Su Rui's suddenly red cheeks a little inexplicably.

Little did he know that the cover of the newspaper he was holding in his arms under his nose was printed with an extremely eye-catching headline.

"Genius little writer!"

At the bottom right of the title is written "Matsudaira City No. 6 Middle School Lin Tao".

The newspaper also had a faint smell mixed with the smell of ink and chemicals.

Su Rui didn't see the words in 6 just now, but her eyes swept straight over Lin Tao's name.

But the peace in his heart was broken again by this name that suddenly broke into his heart, and Su Rui understood for the first time that the boy had left such a deep mark on his heart.

Maybe it was hazy.

Maybe I was ignorant.

But at that moment just now, Lin Tao's name was unexpectedly clear.

Back to the classroom.

Su Rui couldn't wait to verify her guesses and enjoy this secret that belonged to her alone.

She did not deliberately promote the fact that Lin Tao's name appeared in the middle school students' essay newspaper.

But when the newspaper was distributed, the sudden commotion under the podium still made Zhao Honggui find something unusual.

in the classroom.

Many people's eyes looked back at Lin Tao, who was already lying on the table "snoring like thunder", and Lang Lang's scholar suddenly became calm.

Between the hustle and bustle and the silence, there is only a piece of paper.

When Zhao Honggui got up suddenly.

The student sitting in the first row suddenly handed over a newspaper.

The look of excitement and shock written on his face made his heart move.

"Teacher Zhao, look, Lin Tao is in the newspaper!"

"Damn, that's awesome!"

"This gourd!"

"Why don't I have such a good life!"

Zhao Honggui took the newspaper from the student's hand with some puzzlement, and Lin Tao's name was printed on the cover.

And that little article with the scent of ink.

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