When the catastrophe came, Mingmo hurriedly left Lin Zhanhan and rushed to the English office in small steps.

"Mingmo." Grandma Li poured a cup of Longjing and handed it to Mingmo, "You said you." ”

Mingmo was respectful: "You speak, you speak." ”

"Tell me about you, you have printed so many essays for everyone, and your essay score still hasn't gone up, how can you be convincing?" Grandma Li said, "I use all the good words and sentences, but the set is too blunt, how can the judge teacher be so easy to fool, you can see at a glance that you are set." ”

Mingmo nodded hurriedly.

The second semester of the second year of high school is about to pass, and he will soon be promoted to the third year of high school, and the pressure of schoolwork is obviously pressing, and Mingmo knows how to weigh it in his heart.

Mingmo is indeed a money fan, but he is a money fan with a very clear brain.

Mingmo has also read some youth novels, in which the poor and stubborn heroines pick up waste on campus and then meet the rich and handsome school grass male protagonist, Mingmo is very sad and angry, thinking that a Coke bottle is two cents, even if everyone in the school loves to drink Coke, you will earn 10 yuan a day, and the delay is enough for you to brush up on the five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation twice, take a good university and study a good major, and go to the peak of life.

If you put all your thoughts on making a little money now, what you miss may be the opportunity to make a lot of money in the future, Mingmo doesn't plan to make a living by printing essays ten years later, not to mention that she has a limited girlish heart, and she doesn't look forward to creating a poor and strong character to stage "Domineering school grass falls in love with me".

Mingmo and Grandma Li drank some tea, and let the tea wash their hearts brightly - it was time to study hard.

In particular, there is another reason why it is difficult to say directly, that is, Lin Zhanhan.

Lin Zhanhan attended classes during the day and trained at the ice rink at night, and every drop of sweat flowed genuinely.

The power of mutual influence between peers is always beyond imagination, Mingmo looked at Lin Zhanhan like this, and the string in his heart of "being responsible for his own life and future" was gradually tightened unconsciously.

"So how can you improve?" Mingmo asked Grandma Li with her own composition.

"Advanced vocabulary alone is not enough, but it is also necessary to use it appropriately – and you use too few conjunctions, which are the most logical in English, especially in English composition in the exam room." "All in all, there is no shortcut, and the only way to improve your score from the middle to the high is to read and write more." ”

She looked at Mingmo's composition: "In this way, you go to Tang Shao to change the draft for you, see what difference he wrote from what you wrote, read it twice more and you will know." ”

Tang Shaozheng took everyone to read early, Mingmo didn't bother him, first put the composition in his schoolbag, took out the book and read it together, five minutes later-

What about my essay?

Mingmo rummaged through her schoolbag and didn't find it, and then saw Xiao Ren's snickering expression behind her.

"How can you learn badly with thick eyebrows and big eyes?" Mingmo stretched out his hand to Xiao Ren, "You took it, right?" Give it to me, I still have to find Tang Shao. ”

Xiao Ren sat precariously: "It's not me." ”

"Don't raise your eyebrows when you're lying, okay?" Mingmo was speechless, and at this moment, the math teacher of the first class had already come in, "I'll settle accounts with you after class." ”

Forty minutes later.

Mingmo and the lost composition in his bag looked at each other.

The above is sketched with a red pen, and all the words that are used incorrectly are replaced with the correct ones, and a short paragraph at the end is also rewritten, and the elegant flower characters are embellished next to the young round body of Mingmo, just like a dusty fairy standing next to the soil fat circle.

"I just said it wasn't me." Xiao Ren in the back row shrugged silently.

There is only one possibility, Mingmo silently moved his gaze to Lin Zhanhan, who was sitting beside Xiao Ren.

"It's not." Mingmo scratched her head, "Thank you for your help, but can we not act like a thief......"

"You made a grammatical mistake three times, and it should be a mistake in one of the knowledge points of the subjunctive mood." Lin Zhanhan's face was expressionless, "Let me tell me, will you listen?" ”

Mingmo: "...... Listen. ”