On July 15th, Mo Mo had a major business to do.

Final!

If he doesn't do well in the exam, he will have to go back to school.

This was a very helpless thing, and his mother strongly requested it, and called him many times. At this point, Mo Mo has no human rights and is powerless to resist.

Life is like being **, if you are powerless to resist, you can only enjoy it with your eyes closed.

Of course, this metaphor is a fallacy, and everyone's bottom line is different.

Mo Mo is different, even if he is powerless to resist, he has to disgust the enemy like a cuttlefish.

Of course, her mother is not an enemy, and in the end, she still has to silently endure the boring process of the exam, even if there is no pleasure in abusing elementary school students.

He and his sister were malnourished when they were young, grew up late, and started school late, and at his age, they should be in the sixth grade, or even the first year of junior high school, not only the fifth grade.

In the morning, Mo Mo and the little fat man walked around the wall outside the elementary school together.

Mo Mo looked at a pair of propaganda slogans on a white background on the outer wall, and after reading it, he laughed: "'It is the responsibility of our village cadres to let every villager conceive a second child!' Little fat man, who wrote the slogan?"

"I don't know, I think the village officials in our village are quite responsible. The little fat man Mo Baobao didn't understand why, and replied directly.

"Oh!" Mo Mo was speechless, if the joke was not understood by others, it was really not a joke, it was really boring.

Mo Mo came to the classroom, a group of friends saw him, they came forward to say hello, asking questions, if it wasn't for the teacher coming in and yawning, these elementary school students probably wouldn't want to take the exam.

The Chinese test in the morning and the mathematics test in the afternoon will be small, and the scores will be released on the same day if there are few students.

It was a very simple exam, and Mo Mo wrote the first part of the test paper in a hurry, but the Chinese exam required writing an essay of more than 150 words, with the title of "Good People and Good Deeds", which required unconventionality.

Mo Mo suddenly felt entangled, writing eight hundred, but it is better, the number of words is less, it is not easy to write, but if you want to write too much, there is not enough blank space on the paper.

Mo Mo bit the pen and thought about how to write better, when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he laughed, so he put down the pen.

"Hey, it's a little watery!"

Twenty minutes later, Mo Mo finished writing his composition, and he originally planned to write more than 100 words, but he didn't control it and wrote hundreds of words. If you don't finish it, the storyline will be incomplete, and it is estimated that the police uncle will come to the door.

Seeing that the time was about the same, Mo Mo handed in the exam papers. In the afternoon, he took the math test, and he did it quickly, and the shortest exam in his life was not so fast to copy the answers.

There were only a dozen people in the class, and after the math test, the Chinese results came out in the morning after a while.

In the principal's office, the Chinese teacher showed Mo Mo's exam paper to the principal.

"Principal, I think, this essay is too digressive, and you can only score 0 points!" The Chinese teacher couldn't hold up his mind and asked the principal in person. Everyone in school knows that the principal is Mo Mo's uncle, and Mo Mo's child is a little special.

"Well, I'll take a look first. Mo Hua took the test paper, looked at it seriously, and after looking at it for a while, he squirted out the tea in his mouth, and scolded secretly: This kid!

Mo Hua yawned deliberately, but still read it out in a low voice.

"Title"

"Today, I picked up a hundred dollars on the side of the road, should I pick it up or not?

I pondered for a long time, what if it was fake money, wouldn't it be for nothing, but I racked my brains and finally picked it up.

I picked it up and looked, and oops, it's really real money!

As a good boy, I should have given the money to the police uncle, but I thought the crime scene was a little weird.

I smelled the money, there was a smell of wine, it seemed to be Erguotou, or Niulanshan, it was definitely ten years of pure brew, and it was mixed with a great smell of smoke, it should be a hard box cigarette in the Yellow Crane Tower, and there was a particularly strong smell of men in the corner of the money.

Locals don't drink Erguotou, and the owner should be from other places;

On the ground at the scene, the footprints of the front and back feet were 86 centimeters, 67 centimeters, 89 centimeters, 68 centimeters, one long and one short, and the footprints were evenly distributed, indicating that he was lame rather than drunk, and it was also speculated that the height was about 178 cm, and the footprints were light and heavy before and after, indicating that he was too fat, and the depth of the footprints was 3 centimeters, and the estimated weight was 235 pounds.

What is the emergency that made the owner lose the money, I looked up, there was a hotel nearby, this 100 yuan must be prostitution J money, drunk and disorderly, smoking afterwards, and this 100 yuan was not given out means that the prostitution J fee is not high, or it was not spent at all.

If I hand over the money, the owner will definitely buy cigarettes and alcohol, I will harm him, and maybe there will be a few more orphans. In the end, I handed over the money to the policeman uncle and told him the clues by the way. A few days later, I was rewarded with 10,000 dollars. To my surprise, the prisoner turned out to be ......"

With only a few hundred words, Mo Hua read it quickly, but the plot made him reminisce for a long time, and rewatched it several times, who was the prisoner, but he didn't write it, which made him worry too much.

That's too much information!

"Comment: You know too much, children shouldn't drink and smoke, and who is the prisoner?" The full score of the essay was 10 points, but Mo Mo's essay score was deducted, and the final total score was 90 points.

Principal Mo Hua took another puff of cigarette, knocked on Mo Mo's roll, laughed without holding back, and said to the Chinese teacher: "Just change it like that, don't take care of him, it should be zero or zero." Make a copy of the test paper and keep it. ”

Mo Hua thought about it for a while, and thought to himself, such an in-depth composition, it is not bad to take it out to relieve boredom when you are bored.

Mo Hua asked his nephew to come over, and after seeing Mo Mo enter the office, he showed him his Chinese test papers, Mo Mo was very dissatisfied when he saw the total score, and saw that the composition was 0 points, and his chest was full of anger.

"Principal, it's so unfair, why did the language teacher deduct my essay scores, it's obviously a self-proposed, I have enough words, it's still a good person and a good thing, the sentences are smooth, the content is absolutely unconventional, don't say 11 points, but at least 8 points!" Mo Mo's face was full of righteous indignation, and his immature little face was flushed with anger, which was so unfair that he had to argue.

Mo Mo took the test paper and circled it with a red ballpoint pen under the essay scoring egg, 0 points became 8 points, and the total score was also circled by zero, 90 points became 98 points. If it weren't for the bad scribbles to 100 points, he would definitely change 90 points to 100 points.

Mo Mo lifted the test paper, was very satisfied with his masterpiece, and snapped his fingers.

If you score 90 in Chinese, most of them are ordered to go to school by your mother, and if you score more than 95, it is the safety line, and you are the first in your class.

At the same time, he has to score 191 points higher than his sister's exam, or he will definitely be despised by her if he goes home.

Letting him sit in a classroom with a bunch of little kids is more terrible than going to jail, and although he hasn't been in jail, it's definitely worse than being a single dog, which he has "enjoyed" for thirty years in his last life.

Mo Hua didn't say much after seeing his nephew's behavior, it didn't matter if this little guy went to school or not, he was more concerned about another thing, and asked, "Uncle, who is that prisoner?"