Chu Jinglin's Chinese teacher in their class is called Li Chengzhou, who is nicknamed Li Bai, who smiles on weekdays and is a good-tempered little old man.

As soon as the class bell rang, the smiling little old man strode into the classroom with the test paper.

Li Zhuoer turned his head and gave Chu Jinglin a playful look.

Chu Jinglin played with a ginkgo biloba leaf in his hand and shrugged his shoulders fearlessly.

"Tell me about this essay." The little old man picked up a piece of chalk from the podium and wrote the proposition of this essay on the blackboard.

- I will never forget him (her)

"It's a very long-standing topic, and you've probably written a lot of this kind of essay since elementary school."

"It is very rare that under this proposition, most of the students in our class have played very well, some of the students' ideas are more profound, some of the students' brushstrokes are extremely delicate, and the emotional levels expressed are rich and more moving."

"And some students even found a different way, using a genre that is forbidden to be used in test-taking essays." Old man Li smiled broadly and wrote eight words on the blackboard, with no restrictions on genres, except for poetry, and circled the two words of poetry after writing.

It may be that the heat of the afternoon makes people drowsy, or it may be that Old Man Li's gentle voice sleeps, Chu Jinglin lowered his head and yawned, and raised his head to meet Old Man Li's blazing eyes.

Chu Jinglin's originally sleepy tears came out, and when he saw him smiling at himself, he wanted to yawn even more, but he could only endure it at the moment.

"I didn't expect that there was a poet in our class, and Chu Jinglin's poems were very good." Old man Li praised him vigorously, "Although I only gave 9 points, the poem is a good poem, and the students can borrow it to take a look." ”

Chu Jinglin tilted his head and looked at the old man who was smiling kindly, and couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a while.

Old man Li didn't hold Chu Jinglin, and then talked about a few essays with profound ideas and clever entry points, and then entered the normal process to start from scratch.

Chu Jinglin looked at the red number 70 on the test paper, and only thought about how to get Chu Fengting to sign for him when he went back.

Shen Yan glanced at the wilting Chu Jinglin lightly, chuckled, and won a pair of Chu Jinglin's white eyes.

As soon as the school bell rang, Chu Jinglin ran away with his schoolbag.

"Huh! Brother Chu! Li Zhuoer turned around to look for Chu Jinglin, but he only saw his back running out of the back door, "Running so fast!" Eh, Shen God, lend me the physics volume. ”

Shen Yuci zipped up his schoolbag, picked up his schoolbag and got up, still in that unhurried tone.

"Find yourself on the table."

“OK！ Thank you, Great God! Li Zhuoer's eyes lit up as he looked at the large stack of test papers on Shen Yanci's desk, this is a treasure!

Chu Jinglin got out of the school and rode his bicycle towards the commercial street quickly.

"Look for it again."

Chu Jinglin came out after shopping in an optical store and found nothing, pushing his bicycle to continue looking for the next optical store.

In the past few days, he has searched countless optical stores, but he has not found the same pair of glasses as Shen Yanci broken.

Chu Jinglin's face was pale, but he didn't give up: "What golden glasses!" Master, I don't believe that the whole world is like that! ”

As soon as the words fell, someone walked to the other side of the bicycle, and his slender hand stretched out to hold the crossbar in front of Chu Jinglin's bicycle.

The bicycle was blocked, and Chu Jinglin, who was pushing the bicycle away, looked at Chu Jinglin, who was looking far away, and when he came back, he saw Shen Yanci with new glasses.