Cheng Xinyun asked: "Tell me, which two sentences?" ”

Bai Chun replied: "The first sentence is: Since then, my life has found a way forward. The second sentence is: My life is full of motivation to move forward. ”

Cheng Xinyun: "......" She was speechless. She stared at Bai Chun with strange eyes and looked at it for a long time.

Bai Chun was silent. He didn't dare to avoid Cheng Xinyun's sight now, he was afraid that she would attack herself again and electrocute herself.

He quietly faced Cheng Xinyun. However, he also coped with it in a clever way. He didn't look her in the eye.

He's struggling. His heart was now eager and worried. Bai Chun is waiting. He was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for change.

Man, what a complex and contradictory animal.

Five-second ...... Ten seconds...... Fifteen seconds...... Twenty seconds...... Or even longer......

In the end, Cheng Xinyun broke the atmosphere of silence. She looked at Bai Chun and said, "Hey, are you sure you want to keep spending it with me?" ”

"Of course," Bai Chun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "no. ”

Cheng Xinyun asked, "That's good." Do you agree with my suggestion? ”

Bai Chun replied: "Yes, of course I agree." ”

Then, Cheng Xinyun finally decided to let go of this problem for the time being. She said to Bai Chun: "In that case, you can revise this sentence yourself then." Next, let's move on to the next question. ”

Bai Chun reluctantly responded to her in his heart: "Okay." ”

……

Five minutes later, Bai Chun held a bunch of Chinese workbooks and left the office of the first year of high school.

About half a minute later. Bai Chun put these exercise books on the lectern of the thirteenth class of the first year of high school and left the classroom.

After a while. Bai Chun returned to the office of the University of Mathematics. He's going to do something else. Just now, Cheng Xinyun told him that the essays of the students in Class 13 have all been corrected. Cheng Xinyun asked him to finish moving the workbook and then move it as a text.

Soon, Bai Chun moved out the composition text in the office. Immediately afterwards, he moved the composition text to the classroom of Class 13 and placed it on the lectern next to the lectern in the classroom.

After doing all this, Bai Chun left the classroom. At this time, he was going back to that place and continued to talk to Feng Lanqi intimately.

Time passes. April 1 passed quickly.

Everything is in motion, even time itself.

It's worth mentioning that some things have basically not changed. For example, after the candidates for various positions of the class cadres of the thirteenth class of the first year of high school were selected one after another in the first week of school, except for the determination that Xiao Junrong would serve as the class leader for a long time and Wu Tengchi would serve as the deputy class leader for a long time, there would be no change in the following days.

A certain day in the first half of April.

Dust Wave Six.

Now, the campus is quieter. Because, at this time, almost all students are in the classrooms of their respective classes.

The classroom of the thirteenth class of the first year of high school.

Inside the classroom. A beautiful and young female teacher is standing on the podium, giving a Chinese lesson to the students of Class 13.

The students in the class use the Chinese textbook of the People's Education Edition. Now, they are studying a text from the first unit of compulsory three.

In the last formal Chinese class, they ended their study of an article called "Lin Daiyu Enters Jiafu". It was a long classical piece called "Dream of Red Mansions" that was excerpted from the work of Cao Xueqin in her home country.

In this lesson, the students of Class 13 will study another article. Compared to the previous lesson, the one that the students are learning in this lesson is modern. Moreover, it is not part of an excerpt from the original text, but the entire original text.

At this time. Obviously, this Chinese lesson taught by Cheng Xinyun has just begun.

on the podium.

Chinese teacher Cheng Xinyun faced the students in the classroom and said clearly and fluently: "We once learned a prose written by Lu Xun in the first semester of high school: "In Memory of Liu He Zhenjun"; When I was in junior high school, we also learned a lot of Lu Xun's prose or, such as "Juvenile Leap Earth" and "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Study". Today, we will study a new article by Lu Xun: "Blessing". ”

After saying a paragraph that was neither long nor short, Cheng Xinyun picked up the chalk and handwrote two words on the blackboard: "blessing" and "Lu Xun".

Then, Cheng Xinyun turned around and looked at all the students in Class 13 with a smile on her face. She said to everyone: "Before officially starting the new class, I would like to ask a few students to say what they think is the most impressive or profound sentence of Lu Xun's words, and talk about their understanding of this sentence." ”

Two seconds later.

"It can be what we have learned in class, or it can be something that we have not learned outside of class." Cheng Xinyun added to what he said earlier.

However, the enthusiasm of the students in the classroom does not seem to be high. At the moment, there have been no positive responders.

Cheng Xinyun felt a little lonely. In order for the topic to continue, she decided to cheer them on.

"It's not that hard, is it?" Cheng Xinyun then said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you say it well or badly." ”

Cheng Xinyun: "Are there any volunteers who take the initiative to speak?" If so, please raise your hand. ”

Under the podium. Bai Chun, who was sitting in the seat, secretly responded to Cheng Xinyun's words in his heart: Yes, it doesn't matter if you raise your hand or not, it doesn't matter if you say it or not.

Cheng Xinyun glanced at everyone in the classroom. I don't know what's going on, she always feels that Bai Chun below is making trouble and opposing herself. Although, on the surface, Bai Chun was listening to the lecture seriously, staring at the Chinese textbook meticulously.

So, Cheng Xinyun happily made a decision in her heart: Okay, Bai Chun, it's up to you.

"Bai Chun!" Cheng Xinyun shouted a person's name loudly.

When Bai Chun heard Cheng Xinyun suddenly call himself, he was like being struck by lightning in an instant. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and stopped the undeserved shaking of his body in time.

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Xinyun said imposingly: "Get up, you talk about it first." ”

Although, there are ten thousand reluctances in the heart. However, Bai Chun's body stood up very honestly.

Bai Chun asked himself in a low voice: "Why me?" I didn't raise my hand. ”

"Why you?" Cheng Xinyun said, "As a representative of the Chinese class, shouldn't you play a leading role at this time?" ”

Bai Chun seemed to accept his fate, and said dejectedly: "Okay." ”

Cheng Xinyun: "Now, you start talking." ”

It's all come to this. Bai Chun was like a salty fish, and he pretended to be stupid and asked, "What, what to say?" ”

Cheng Xinyun glared at him fiercely and said, "That's the question I raised just now." Hurry up, time is tight. ”

"Don't say anything more," Cheng Xinyun said with a hint of threat, "You're going to stand for a class." ”

Faced with this situation, Bai Chun could only choose to admit it. He uttered a sentence: "One is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree." ”

"What?" Cheng Xinyun didn't seem to hear his words clearly, she asked suspiciously, "Bai Chun, what did you just say?" ”

"I said, 'One is a date tree, and the other is also a date tree.' Bai Chun said in a calm tone, "That's what I just said. ”

(End of chapter)

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