Chapter Forty-Seven: No Favor
"It's okay, it's just on the other side anyway, you can always have a problem."
Xia Zhenyu's impression of this gentleness was quite good at first, but what Fu Ying said next made her good impression of her come to naught.
Fu Ying looked like a good girl, and the words she said were completely different from her understanding: "Student Lu, will you be unaccustomed to the learning atmosphere in this class?" After all, it was the worst class in the whole school. ”
Lu Zefeng's afterglow suddenly glanced at Xia Zhenyu, who was slightly dissatisfied, and insinuated: "It's not going to be, but stupid people definitely have it." ”
After hearing this, Fu Ying covered her mouth and chuckled a few times: "Classmate Lu, you are really funny. ”
Cut, what kind of superiority are the two looking for here, can they do whatever they want with good grades?
It seems that you can really do whatever you want...
A voice in Xia Zhenyu's heart came weakly.
Fu Ying looked at the time, and a little loss crossed her eyes: "Oh, it's almost class, I have to hurry back to the classroom to preview first." Mr. Lu, I'll go first. ”
"Well, if you don't understand anything in the future, feel free to ask me."
The two of you say a sentence to me, in the eyes of outsiders, they are really an enviable pair of lovers.
After Fu Ying left, Xia Zhenyu pointed the finger at Lu Zefeng, and said something: "I'm really sorry for some people, I really wronged you, staying in the worst class, and forcibly becoming a table with a stupid person." ”
"You're finally admitting you're stupid?" Lu Zefeng looked comfortable and said slowly.
"You!" Xia Zhenyu couldn't refute it, thinking back to the conversation, it seemed that she scolded herself first, she wanted to bend Lu Zefeng, but she didn't expect it to be self-defeating.
Forget it, adults don't care about villains, every time they talk to Lu Zefeng, they can always be half angry. In order to live longer, it is better for her to talk less.
The last class is Yu Xintong's Chinese class, as long as she is in class, according to the rules she said, everyone must stare at her with their heads held high, and their hands must be on the table.
As soon as the class bell was over, Yu Xintong immediately walked into the classroom, and her first opening sentence was: "This time I am very dissatisfied with your composition, except for those few high scores, at least 30% of them are off topic." ”
"As I said before, writing a good essay doesn't just depend on the number of words. Instead, you have to carefully review the topic and grasp the core in order to write an excellent essay. ”
Yu Xintong unfolded the test paper flat, turned to the side about the composition, and emphatically emphasized: "This is a theme about comics, which seems simple, but in fact, there are a lot of deep meanings in it." Then I will give you an analysis of what it wants to express, and for those essays below 30 points, I will rewrite them and give them to me next Monday. ”
On this day, Xia Zhenyu finally had something to be happy about, for some reason, now seeing Yu Xintong has a very cordial feeling.
"The picture depicts two different families, one from China and one from another country. The two children scored different points, the Chinese one scored 98 points, and the foreign one only scored 59 points. Here we can see that the scores of Chinese students are almost close to full scores, while those on the foreign side are still one point short of failing. ”
"Then the point is that two completely different scores naturally have different expressions. Although the Chinese students achieved high scores, they looked a little depressed. On the contrary, foreign students are very happy. ”