On paper, the juvenile's handwriting is flamboyant and restrained, with his own style and bones, and the layout of the article is just right, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye at a glance.

"During the college entrance examination, the teacher marks the paper very quickly, and what determines your essay score is not only your sentence formation, but also the neatness of the paper."

As she spoke, she glanced at the three people who were copying essays on the blackboard in front of her, and took the lead in slashing Song Xinghe.

"If you are a marking teacher, think about it, it is the same essay, how many points are given to that one?"

The words on the projection are flamboyant, while the words on the blackboard are crooked.

There are a few pizzy students laughing below, and it's not a big deal to see the excitement,

"Give Song Xinghe full marks!"

When this sentence came out, Song Xinghe almost didn't take the chalk in his hand and threw it towards the boy.

Fuck your full score!

Jiang Yu sneered when he heard this, and directly called out the student's name,

"Liu Ran, give Song Xinghe a full score, okay, you get up and tell the reason, if you say a reason today, I won't care about you in English class in the future!"

Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows coldly, this aura was too pressing, Liu Ran almost bit his tongue, and immediately apologized with a look in his eyes,

"Teacher, I was wrong."

Why can't he think about it, and he is cheap in this tigress's class?

Class 3 is considered an elite class, but students of this age are undoubtedly noisy, and it is impossible for everyone to lie on the table and study honestly, ignoring what is going on outside the window, and still making trouble when it is time to make trouble.

And Liu Ran is probably the most noisy one.

Except for Yu Huan, who dares to brush up on math problems in English class, he is probably the only one left.

It was a habitual mouth scoop just now, and after reacting, I almost didn't slap myself.

This is an English teacher, not the homeroom teacher Lao Cheng!

Jiang Yu glanced at him, because it was a class, he didn't bother with him.

"If you're not blind, you should know that the score is higher, the volume is written as a brutalist landscape painting, and the teacher doesn't have such a high sentiment for you to appreciate."

After preaching, Yu Huan and the three of them also copied the composition.

Just on the blackboard... The handwriting is horrible.

Lin Xia is better, and when he arrives at Yu Huan and Song Xinghe, one is more chaotic than the other.

There is no way, writing with his left hand, Yu Huan has not practiced well on paper, let alone board writing.

Jiang Yu glanced at the three of them,

"Do you know why I asked you to come up and copy the composition?"

Yu Huan and the three shook their heads, their faces blank.

"Yu Huan and Song Xinghe, in the last exam, the blank paper handed in by the two of you, Lin Xia was even more powerful, and directly copied the question for me below, what do you mean? Give me a question and let me write it for you? ”

Jiang Yu said, at that time, she was criticizing the papers, and she almost didn't laugh at herself.

These classmates behind this are more awesome than the other!

But Lin Xia was so frightened that he shrunk his neck,

"No... No. ”

She didn't have enough time to write.

I remember that she used to say that she couldn't be empty, so she copied the question.

Jiang Yu glanced at her, and looked down again,

"In the future, if anyone dares to write an essay for me, just like the three of them, come up and copy the model essay!"

Many of the students below looked at the three of them gloatingly, most of them were ridiculing Song Xinghe.

"Alright, you three go back and sit down and listen to the lecture."

Lin Xia put down the chalk and trotted back, the little girl was thin-skinned and her shy face was flushed.

And Song Xinghe swayed slowly to his seat like an uncle.