"What's the matter, I have to come to the small garden and say, it's time for class!" Although I was a little impatient, in fact, my heart was already happy, and I couldn't help but think about it.

"Brother, I'm just Panpan."

"Huh? ...... is your grandmother? ”

"It's the big in your mouth!"

"It's really you! I didn't recognize it at all, and I didn't even think it was you when you said your name was Wang Pan just now. ”

"Actually, at first glance, I thought you were a little familiar, but I didn't dare to confirm it."

"Remember? I used to go to your grandmother's house to rub the TV, and sometimes I rubbed the rice. ”

"Of course I do! Smurfs, Cat and Mouse, Gourd Baby......"

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine......"

"Haha......"

In this way, in the future, I will have a younger sister who will be the representative of the Chinese class in the class. Since Wang Pan has always called me brother regardless of the occasion, many classmates think that we are cousins. Speaking of my "cousin", I can't help but say a few more words.

At first, I thought that the Chinese teacher was too lazy, and every time I wrote an essay, I asked Wang Pan for approval, and after the approval, I recommended some well-written, and then he screened out three books to be read aloud by someone in the class to show recognition. Later, I learned that Wang Pan took the initiative to apply for the drudgery of approving the essay.

One time in composition class, when I opened the composition text, I found that the comment from the previous article was written like this: Don't you think that narrative essays should not be so concise and to the point? Some necessary nonsense will make the story more fleshed out and feel like you're writing more like poetry.

There is also a note: Brother, do you write a diary, if so, show me it? In this way, with the help of Wang Pan, in addition to poetry, my composition also had the opportunity to be read aloud in public.

After class, I handed Wang Pan the notebook with "Essay" on the cover.

"I don't keep a diary, I only have some essays, do you want to read them?"

“Of cou

se！ Essays are better. Wang Pan took the essay and said with a smile, "Can I annotate?" ”

"I don't think you should be called Wang Pan."

"And what is my name?"

"You should be called Wang Shengsi!"

"Jin Shengsigh, I can't compare, but people are big critics." The snow is falling tightly, and there is a tight word here and the realm is all out. I'm also here to find out how many 'tight' you have in this book. ”

"Okay, you can find it slowly, don't be tired!"

I thought that only Jiangnan people like Jin Shengsi, who spoke Wu Nong's soft language, would be so strange to the word "tight", if the people living around me said the word "tight", it would not be too common - "the rain is tight again", "the wind is tight again", "why are you following so tightly"......

Listed like this, I suddenly felt that there was a tight word here and the realm was all out.

Wang Pan shook the essay in his hand and said, "I really want to be tired by it." ”

"Thank you! I flashed first. ”

When I returned to my seat, I suddenly remembered a question that had been bothering me for no apparent reason: why did the sky look round?

Now we all know that it's not true that the sky is round and the place is round, but why is the sky we see round? Is it the problem of the earth, the problem of the atmosphere, or the problem of the eyes.

As I thought about it, I unconsciously drew with the compass on my desk, and as I drew it, it suddenly dawned on me that our eyesight, whether good or bad, had a limit and it would stop at a pole.

Then a line segment will be formed between this pole and our eyes (two points determine a straight line), and when we move our gaze, we will draw a circle that intersects with the surface with this line segment as the radius and the eye as the center of the circle. That's why the sky we see is always round.

Thinking of this, I was inexplicably excited, and I was about to turn my head and say that I was at the same table, but unfortunately the class bell rang......

A week later, after school at noon on Saturday, Wang Pan came to me with an essay.

"Brother, I've finished reading the essay." She handed me the essay and continued, "I took it upon myself to submit your poem "Nian Nujiao" written about Zhou Yu to the school newspaper. You're not going to be angry, are you? ”

"Why, but it's useless. I voted for that last time, but I haven't heard from me. I rubbed my sour eyes and said.

"I can definitely board it this time. I forgot to tell you that I was the editor of the school newspaper. The editions are all lined up, so you can put your heart in your stomach and wait to see the next issue of the school newspaper. ”

"That's a good feeling, let's go, go down to the restaurant, I'll have a treat at noon today."

"Next time, I'm going home early today."

"Then next time." I don't regret it, but it's just that there is some weakness in this regret.

After speaking, Wang Pan turned around and left. Looking at her departing back and the ponytail dangling on the back of her head, thinking that my "Nian Nujiao" was finally going to be printed in lead, I was still a little excited in my heart, and I couldn't help but clench my fists and elbows and blurt out the word yes.

The sun-hill covers his eyes, and he doesn't know the width of the Sui River. The clumsy pen of the young man shook the moon, and ten and a year of words were not leaded.

A few days later, I finally saw my song "Nian Nujiao" in the school newspaper: the smoke and rain are like yesterday, and it is difficult to find the heart of the stone lane. The moss in the corner seems to say. Reading this page of the book, the Three Kingdoms and Gongjin were only a few strokes. Red cliff curtains, stubborn and stubborn winners.

The flat water duck palms are coaxed, the willow green pink, and the rape flowers are yellow. The warm breeze is moving, and the weather is in the right place. Winter and spring are over, and the iron shoes have rusted. Flowing clouds borrow the moon, afraid that they will be in this life.

In the afternoon, when I was still enjoying Qian Duo and they bowed to me with a newspaper, Wang Pan poured a basin of cold water on my head.

"Brother, someone complained that your "Nian Nu Jiao" plagiarized "Nian Nu Jiao" published by Shen Yiyi in Class 4 on "Poetry and Sayings" some time ago, and it is word for word."

"Why, you don't think I'm plagiarizing, do you?"

"Of course I believe you! I have already explained the specific situation to Mr. Zhou (Mr. Zhou is our homeroom teacher, Chinese teacher, and editor-in-chief of the school newspaper), but we need to prove our innocence. But don't worry, I've got a preliminary countermeasure. ”

"What countermeasures, let's hear about it!"

"I have already applied with Mr. Zhou, and I have opened a column in the school newspaper 'Words Say Three Kingdoms'. Originally, it was opened for your dozens of Three Kingdoms poems, but now I have to face the whole school solicitation for manuscripts, and it will be clear who plagiarized at a glance when the time comes. ”

Wang Pan said calmly, "Also, who has read this poem, how did Shen Yiyi get it?" ”

"You, me, and ...... I submitted a draft for the school newspaper once before. ”

"That's right, Shen Yiyi is also the editor of the school newspaper." Wang Pan said disdainfully, "Brother, you don't know, this Shen Yiyi is not a good bird, and he is quite scheming. Do you remember that she was publicly praised by the school some time ago? ”