"Jiang Tuya, have you finished copying it?"

Jiang Di raised his head and looked at the shouting chemistry teacher, who looked like a somewhat serious old man, his hair was still there, and his middle-aged slightly fat belly was not very annoying.

It's a bit like a biology teacher in my high school, who will seriously care about the physical condition of the students in the class and talk about interesting or serious topics.

The image is so similar, it should be a cute old man.

"Teacher, I didn't copy it." A good student should tell the truth, although Jiang Tuya's grades are not good now, but the attitude must be there.

"I remember already."

"Well, that's good."

"It's best to copy it again if you remember it, it's better to have a good memory than a bad pen, do you know?"

"Well, I know the teacher, I'll copy it now." I don't know what kind of image Jiang Tuya is, just be obedient in tone.

That's it?

Yan Xidu's brain made up, the teacher sneered, wiped the blackboard, wiped the board, threw it away, crossed her waist with one hand and pointed at Jiang Di with the other, and asked her to go up and write all the chemical equations, and then everyone thought that Jiang Di couldn't write it, and looked at Jiang Di on the podium with the eyes and thoughts of waiting to see the joke, and saw the famous scene of Jiang Di being slapped in the face after writing.

As a result, this big or small thing passed like this.

Jiang Di didn't feel anything, while the other classmates cast more or less suspicious and envious glances, and only a few people were doing their own things as usual.

"Sit down." Jiang Di glanced at the blackboard before sitting down, took a pen and wrote a few chemical equations neatly in a notebook marked with chemical notes.

Thinking about the ugliness of the handwriting, I used the neatness to make up, and the result was quite good-looking.

Jiang Di only regarded it as a problem that he had paid attention to, thinking that it would not be troublesome to practice his words well. That is, when distinguishing the size of letters and writing numbers, this hand does not listen to the call very much, and the situation will only be more when it comes to writing Chinese characters.

While listening to the cute old man talk about the knowledge that he knew and learned, he competed with his own hands and the pen in his hand.

This hand is obviously your own hand, and there is no rejection reaction, why is it so disobedient when writing?

"Jiang Jiang, take a closer look, although the client's Chinese character writing is not very good-looking, is it a bad idea for two identical characters?"

"Take a closer look, indeed, ugly is more stylish."

"So it's not ugly, it's personality, and the body is familiar with the writing habits of the original owner."

"It's normal that you can't run in now." Yan Xi is serious and really looking for reasons.

Jiang Di thought about it for a while, felt that what Yan Xi said was quite reasonable, and decided to give up the hard work that could not cause much damage to the opponent for the time being, and began to listen to the lecture carefully.

Saying that you are listening carefully is actually not much different from the efficiency of listening to the class in the previous state.

Jiang Di wanted to ask those who could write a stroke exactly the same as before their own crossing with an unfamiliar body after crossing over, how they did it.

She also has a calligraphy proficiency skill that doesn't play a role at the moment, and her own handwriting is also passable, but now she has to be subject to the body's lack of such muscle memory and prevention of OOC mechanism, is it that she is the only one who has such a limitation?

The handwriting requirements are not so strict, at least they should not affect the teacher's grading progress.

You don't have a good-looking font, you just need to write the rules of the words, and the lines of words are neatly written, and there will be no difference between the score and the person who writes the words particularly well.

After all, the focus is still on the grades, and how well you answer is more important than the handwriting.

Knowing that the candidate's score is good, the teacher who marks the paper by hand will try not to deduct points, and if he can, he will not deduct points, and he will not lose the marks if the handwriting is not good.

Knowing that this candidate's score is not good, but the handwriting is beautiful, it is also a place where one or two points can be given, and a little hard points are given to those who answer badly.

There are no plus points or subtractions for decent words, and the results are the most realistic.

These are only available when reading paper answer sheets manually, and they are marked online, plus a joint entrance examination, no one knows whom, this word affects the reading and delays the progress of marking, and the teacher wants to catch up with the progress, so he will pass by directly and give points according to his impression.

If the essay title and the beginning fail to attract the teacher's attention with their uniqueness and outstandingness, in exchange for the teacher to read it carefully for a few more seconds, there is a high probability that a high-scoring essay will be thrown into the batch that will pass the passing line.

Jiang Di, who wanted to listen carefully, followed the lovely old man for a whole class, the eye exercise bell rang to mean the end of class, the old man left the classroom on time, did not delay for a minute, and the content of the lecture was just right, and he did not give himself the opportunity to occupy self-study time to finish the unfinished content.

When her stomach rang, Jiang Di didn't feel any food in her stomach, and she was going to do eye exercises, but many people slipped out of the classroom to buy food and drink.

Jiang Di also went out, found the canteen and restaurant in the direction of the flow of people, bought a few eggs with the campus card hanging around his neck, and then bought a bottle of mineral water for insurance, and stepped into the campus bookstore located next to the teaching building.

There were fifteen minutes of time plus eye exercises at the end of this class, which was enough for her to buy some things to use.

The school is located in the downtown area, which is not big, and the campus book city is even smaller, and such a small space is also fully utilized, and the most books are put in without affecting the lighting.

The classification is also divided into categories, school students want to use teaching materials or something, stationery is not a lot, it is divided into a wall to place pens and refills, and junior high school students love to change the belt.

In the corner of the wall, there are several kinds of calligraphy, which do not seem to have much difference, only the difference between the content and the font.

What love poetry collection, 300 Tang poems, and the difference between the line of the book and the line, there are also English text posts, mostly in Italian italics, Jiang Tu doesn't like it very much.

"The client writes in English, but the Chinese characters are written just like Jiang Jiang saw."

Jiang Di listened quietly, picked a decent block script to settle the bill, and finally bought a 0.5 presser.

"Jiang Jiang is not curious about why the client can write good flower English?"

"Don't kids like all these bells and whistles?" Jiang Di asked rhetorically.

Yan Xi thought about it carefully, it seemed like this.

After being quiet for a while, she remembered that the answer she wanted was obviously not this, if Jiang Jiang said that she was not curious, she could still find a way to say the reason, if Jiang Jiang said that she was curious, she would be able to say what she knew more smoothly.

But Jiang Di has never played cards according to common sense, and Yan Xi understands that she can't guess whether Jiang Di has turned a lot of corners in her heart before answering the question or is too lazy to think about it.