After Su Cheng finished the exam, he stayed with Tang Yun for a while, and then walked in the direction of home, and Su Cheng didn't care which high school he went to now. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Walking slowly on the path, with a smile on his face, he said to his family a few days ago that he would go out to play for a while after the exam.

The things are also collected, and the tickets have been booked, just waiting for the time to come.

……

"Half a year is enough for me to see myself clearly, and it seems that I still think highly of myself before. Su Cheng sat on the chair at the moment, and when he got home, he turned on the computer and casually selected a set of high school exam questions from previous years.

This time, he directly turned off the space-time computer and solved the problem according to his memory, but he almost ended up with a lack of time.

Looking at his score, a bright red 98 points, and an almost failing existence, Su Cheng smiled bitterly.

Shaking his head, Su Cheng sighed slightly.

"That's right, I do have the wealth of a world, and I do stand on the shoulders of countless giants, but this doesn't mean that I can be arrogant, nor does it mean that I can not learn anything!"

"I was half a year ago, but now you still don't have to learn and don't know how to do it, the culture of this world is not without merit, and the culture of this world is not much worse than the culture of the previous life. ”

Su Cheng squinted his eyes slightly, and after half a year of cultural contact with this world, Su Cheng found that his previous understanding of this world was too narrow.

The online literature of this world is indeed just beginning, but Su Cheng subconsciously thinks that the literature of this world is like this.

As a result, reality gave Su Cheng a hard slap, the literature of this world is not weak, although there are no poets who were well-known in the previous world, and there are no two geniuses in Xia Guo, Guo Jingming and Han Han, but in this world, there are no less than the world classics of "Sherlock Holmes", and there are famous poetry collections that are not weaker than "Birds".

For a while, Su Cheng soaked in a cold sweat behind his back, and for this world, he looked at it for the first time and paid attention to it for the first time.

The corners of Su Cheng's mouth hooked slightly, "It's not too late, I didn't expect that there is such an existence in this world, which is even more interesting...... In this world, there are literary giants!"

Su Cheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he packed his bags, tomorrow, he was going to start his summer vacation trip.

Not to mention the ease of Su Cheng's side for the time being, the Chinese exam papers at this moment have begun to be reviewed, and the teacher who specializes in correcting the composition has his eyes full of bloodshots, looking at the same composition, and he is not interested at all.

"This essay question is directly divided into three grades. An older teacher said, looking a little helpless.

"That's right, but again, what kind of bullshit is written here, look at this, what is the title?What did the principal and the dean of students have to say? What did he think this was?" the short-haired female teacher pointed to an essay on the screen in disgust, with a look of disdain in her tone.

"You probably wrote it by a boy, I don't have anything to say about this article, it was written by a girl. Prince, princess and witch, I'll go!" The female teacher in the red leather vest patted her forehead, "Who is the teacher of the volume?" I promise not to kill him. ”

"Hehe, seniors, yours are pretty good, the composition here is no longer an essay...... My confession with Jingyi, I'm ready to give zero points. A male teacher with black glasses, full of black lines in his head, shook his head and spread his hands, "This year's Taoist composition is basically unsightly." ”

The whole marking room fell silent, and suddenly, a slight crying sound came out.

"Xiao Zhang, what's wrong?" the female teacher in the red leather vest asked the male teacher in black-rimmed glasses, but there was a slight disdain in her eyes.

"It's just a student's essay, you see. After speaking, the male teacher directly sent it to the teachers in the form of a document. All of a sudden, the eyes of several teachers looked a little strange.

For a while, I wanted to see what kind of composition it was, and I could see a male teacher crying.

The female teacher in the red leather vest was the first to open the document, and was immediately stunned, looking at the title, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked.

"It's funny, it's this kind of title. The old teacher opened the document and felt a little urge to read.

"Butterflies Forever?" is it a novel?" asked the short-haired female teacher, puzzled.

Then he continued to look down, and before he knew it, the trash can next to the short-haired female teacher was already half full of tissues, and for a moment, she was crying.

"This ...... This story is so touching, woo woo...... Xiao Zhang...... Woowoo...... Why are you showing us such an abusive novel......"

"I ...... I must ...... We must find out ...... this candidate" The female teacher in the red leather vest cried, her appearance was not much better than that short-haired female teacher.

However, at this time, the director of education who came down to inspect looked at this scene in a daze.

"Am I mistaken? Is this really an essay grading room?" The Secretary for Education then exited the room and glanced at the sign above.

"It's an essay grading room, yes, but ......," the director of education pointed to the teachers, "are you doing a collective crying contest?"

The director of education slammed the door of the room, and the loud noise caused the teachers to look over.

"Director, you're here, woo woo woo ......"

The director looked at this way of greeting, his head was full of black lines, and he looked at the assistant on the side with some decadence, and the assistant also looked a little embarrassed at the moment, and he didn't expect this to be the case.

"What's wrong with you? Are you watching Korean dramas and seeing tear ducts?" The director took a breath, his face remained calm, but obviously, there was anger in his tone, and another meaning was that if you don't give me a satisfactory answer today, don't think about it.

The assistant behind him, for a moment, appeared on his head, and he felt an inexplicable nervousness about this naked threat.

"Bureau...... Director, look at it yourself, woo woo woo ......" Xiao Zhang didn't know when an embroidered handkerchief appeared in his hand, pinching his orchid finger and pointing to his computer......

The director resisted the urge to slap Xiao Zhang to death, lowered his head, and looked at the computer.

And then......

"Woooooooooo......oo Who wrote this, so tear-jerking...... Woowoo...... This is...... Whose composition is this!"

"Director, is it such an exaggeration?" the assistant couldn't help but look a little broken as he looked at the crying sound in the room......