If the string is tightened, it will break.

This kind of day lasted for about seven days, and although Wu Jie was supported by a massive question bank, he also felt that he couldn't support it. When I got up, I only felt a big toothache, and when I touched it, half of my face was swollen. It turned out that I was too busy these days, and my gums were inflamed.

This pain made my heart panic for a while.

Mozi was so frightened that his face was pale, and he hurriedly asked Lian Laosan to invite a Lang Zhong home, prescribed him a dose of medicine, and served him to take it, and then let Wu Jie go to the school.

It's too late, but fortunately, Mr. Dai hasn't arrived yet, otherwise I don't know what I will be scolded for.

Wu Jie could see that Mr. Dai was very optimistic about himself. It's just that the love is deep and the responsibility is keen, and it is also extremely ruthless to deal with him Wu Jielai. This passage is because the Five Verses are not well written, and he has been reprimanded several times.

Sitting back in his seat, Lu Chang lay on the table as usual to make up for his sleepiness.

Wu Jie saw that there was still some time, so he sharpened the ink, glued the ink with a quill pen, and continued to copy the "Stone Record". He hadn't written the book in days, not on purpose, but because he didn't have time.

Especially since the day before yesterday, Mr. Dai's homework has been even more devastating: drafting an outline, drawing up an outline of the sample exam questions he bought from the market, and using an essay to explain why the author wrote like this, and how to solve the problem, undertake the topic, start the shares, middle shares, and bundle shares.

The outline is easy to handle, but it is only one or two hundred words long, but the following discussion requires thousands of words, sometimes even more than the original text.

This thing is not as easy to copy as a model text, so it is impossible to take advantage of it, and Wu Jie can only work hard and carefully start the article according to his understanding of Baguwen.

Based on Wu Jie, it is naturally not easy to write this kind of article at all, and every time you write a paragraph, you have to scratch your scalp for a long time.

Fortunately, modern people are still very familiar with the inductive summary, and it will not be ugly.

As for the other students, they had already been tortured by Mr. to the point of insincerity, and their faces were gray and gray, like dead people.

However, Wu Jie turned his head and thought about it, and was stunned to find that his understanding of Baguwen seemed to have improved by a notch compared to before, and he also found out the rules of writing in it.

Now even if he doesn't have Fan Wen in hand, even if he really goes to the examination room, the exam questions are not as recorded in real history, and Wu Jie can quickly write a decent article.

He was shocked in his heart, and his heart was shocked: This generation of Shi Sheng is really good, even I, a pure eight-strand literary layman, have been hammered in his hands for so long, and I have become a good player, if I change to someone else, I don't know how far I want to improve.

This guy, if in modern society, is at least the level of a national special-grade teacher in the High School Affiliated to Peking University and Huanggang Middle School.

Because he was too busy during this time to see Tang Mi, Wu Jie was a little depressed.

However, after thinking about it, it will be the township test soon, and Miss Tang should be able to understand. Besides, she already knows that my Wu Jie is studying in the Lu family, so she shouldn't be too worried.

As for "The Story of the Stone", it has been interrupted for three days. Even some time ago, Wu Jie didn't have so much effort to write too many chapters, so he hung 2,000 words a day and did a 2K party.

I thought that Miss Lu San didn't know what kind of anger she would become, but Wu Jie was also worried about the fat man.

It is strange to say that since that night, Lu Shuang has not been as desperate as Wu Jie imagined, whenever Lu Fatzi handed over the manuscript, she always generously returned a few pages of spring palace pictures.

After coming and going, more than half of the Spring Palace was going to come back, which made Wu Jie a little incomprehensible.

However, after two days of breaking off, the female devil was finally annoyed, and there was no way, Wu Jie could only force his spirit and start writing.

After writing for a long time, he realized that something was wrong, it was too quiet in this bookstore.

I couldn't help but put down the quill and looked up, and saw that more than half of the students were sleeping.

Unlike Lu Fatzi, who slept with drooling for a long time, the other students still maintained the basic demeanor of a scholar after all, only resting their right hand on their chin and closing their eyes and pretending to sleep. But the head keeps pointing downward, and the situation is like a flock of chickens pecking at the feed.

Even Lu Xuan and Lin Tingchen were tired, even in their sleep, their brows were tightly locked.

It is certain that after the township examination, once they recall this period of study career, many people will see Mr. Dai's grim face in their dreams, and then be awakened alive.

Laughing silently, Wu Jie was about to continue writing the manuscript, but saw Mr. Dai standing at the door.

Wu Jie hurriedly kicked Lu Chang.

Lu Chang raised his head in confusion: "What?" ”

The nose was hot, but a stream of hot blood spurted out, and it turned red.

He was also on fire.

The life of the dead fat man during this period can only be described by hell, he usually looks very improper, but once he is ruthless, he has to drill the tip of the horns, during this period of time he sleeps less than two hours a day, and the whole person has lost a circle, and even the eye-catching double chin has disappeared.

Talking to people in the ordinary day, he lost his mind as he spoke, and he smiled salivately.

The fat man had a nosebleed, which naturally caused a mess.

When the study room finally quieted down, Mr. Dai's expression remained unchanged, and he said slowly: "It's class, continue to write the outline." ”

The fat man squirted out the paper ball stuffed in his nostrils: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" ”

With this Shanghai accent of later generations, people want to laugh when they hear it.

However, it is understandable that the Lu family's ancestral home is Hangzhou, and it is estimated that many of the later generations of Shanghainese immigrated from Hangzhou.

Everyone drooped their heads, their faces were numb, and they couldn't see the slightest bit of vitality.

"However, there is no need to write a review, just draw up an outline, and you can leave school after writing."

"Ah, that's great!" All the students came to life and cheered in low voices.

Mr. Dai smiled: "I won't leave homework today." ”

"Great!" The cheers rang out.

Mr. Dai continued: "During this time, everyone has studied very hard, and I am very pleased. Tomorrow is a day off, and I don't use it for school. Alright, that's it, you write your own questions, and when you're done, go home. And then without talking nonsense, he walked away with his hands behind his back.

"Good!" All the students stood up and applauded loudly, their faces flushed with excitement.

It's August 20, and there are more than ten days to go before the township exam, and it is too hard to study during this time, and everyone can't support it.

Finally got a holiday, and everyone invariably had a thought, saying that they would have a good day to play and relax. No, it starts tonight.

Chu Pavilion Qinglou, Tea House Bookstore, Goolan Wadang, the beautiful scenery of Xishan, the moon of Lugou Bridge, I am here!

Immediately, someone shouted: "It's hard to get free, let's have a literary meeting!" ”

The proposal drew immediate heed.

Wu Jie smiled, but didn't take it to heart, tonight is a good time to meet Tang Mi, forget about the literary meeting, it is estimated that the fat man will study at home, and he will not participate.

At this time, Lu Xuan stood up: "You don't need to hold a separate literary meeting, there is a good thing but I want you to wait to know." ”

(To be continued)