Originally, when I came home from self-study at the end of the nineteenth year, I was going to borrow other students' essays to copy them simply.

For this reason, after returning home from self-study in the evening, she also sent a message to Gu Zijun: Have you written your essay, the title is "My High School Plan", if you finish writing, can you borrow me to copy it?

felt that the content seemed to be missing a sentence, and after sending these messages, Nineteen Nian remarked another message.

We have a Chinese class on Thursday, you can just give it to me before Thursday.

She thought that she would have to wait a while for Gu Zijun to reply to her message! I never thought that as soon as she posted it here, Gu Zijun replied to her message.

There is no composition assignment in our class, and there is no Chinese class today, as if it will be tomorrow afternoon.

Tomorrow is tomorrow! Anyway, it's on Thursday, and it's still two or three days early!

Thinking about it, Nineteen Nian replied to the other party like this: It's okay, it doesn't matter when you give it to me, just give it to me before Thursday.

It doesn't seem like the same teacher in our two classes. Gu Zijun thought while typing, you can't write by yourself when you read nineteen, you can write tens of thousands of words, and a small composition of a few hundred words is not a problem for you.

Gu Zijun clicked on the gallery and checked the class schedule, the two classes were indeed not the same Chinese teacher.

She replied: The Chinese teacher in our class is Zhang Mo, and the name may be a male teacher, is he also a substitute teacher in your class?

Forget it, when I didn't say, you should rest early, good night.

When she heard that the two classes were not the same teacher, she suddenly gave up the little abacus she had played.

Even the teacher is not the same teacher, so forget it.

Nineteen Nian shook his head and turned off the phone screen.

She held her head and looked at the blank composition pressed under her wrist, and there was no idea in her mind, how should she start writing!

Nineteen Nian grabbed his hair, distressed.

The screen flashed several times in a row, and the sound of 'ding dong ding dong' was disturbing.

She picked up her phone, glanced at the message, and thought that Gu Zijun wanted to open it, and promised to help her write an essay.

Who knew that she clicked on the screen of her mobile phone, and it was Fufeng who sent her a message.

Fufeng: Did you assign an essay in your class?

Fufeng: The title is "My High School Plan"

Fufeng: How are you going to write, can I learn from your ideas?

Nineteen Nian wanted to reply: Why are you again, why is it you the one who sends me a message every time.

The words were all typed in the dialog box, and she didn't send them out, so she deleted them.

Instead, it was changed to: I didn't write, I also want to learn from your ideas, can you use your ideas for me to learn from?

Nineteen Nian rolled her eyes, she hadn't even written it yet, why did her friends around her want to learn from her composition.

Is her essay so good? Or is she a writer, why do they all subconsciously think that her writing ability will not be bad.

Fufeng saw this message from her out of nowhere.

Shun said: My dubbing level is okay, but if you ask me to write an essay or something, it still can't work.

You unreliable people! Nineteen Nian thought about it as she sent him a 'I'm also helpless' emoji.

Ay! To borrow an idea, it's just a gesture for you. Fufeng said.

Yes, since it's such a simple thing as a simple task, wouldn't it be better for you to do it yourself? Nineteen Nian looked at the message he sent out and smiled.

Fufeng thought of a different way.

I'll tell you, I had a dream last night, I dreamed that you finished writing your essay, and then you borrowed me to copy it, and then I was praised, and then I was so happy that I made a mistake when I walked.

She will never be deceived by his words, and the dream is the opposite, which means that I did not borrow you to copy, and then you were criticized for not writing your essay, and then you were unlucky all day, and you were almost hit by a car while walking.

Fufeng replied that you can't hope more for my good?

Nineteen can't, and I will not tolerate anyone who plagiarizes my composition.

He didn't reply, because he disliked her so much.

Right! It's because I dislike her so much that I don't want to answer her. Thinking about it, he turned off the phone screen. I got up and picked up the composition text that I had just sent today from the bookshelf, and took out a pen from the pen holder smoothly, looking like I was working hard to write an essay.

"I'm going to go! Why is it so hard! ”

There was only one line of the title "My High School Plan" written on the text, and he had a headache.

Writing an essay is not suitable for him, he has no clue! He patted his forehead.

It was very difficult to write the first sentence of the beginning, looking forward to it, looking forward to it, and finally ushered in the start of school.

Sure enough, the clueless approach is the same, that is, to check the composition written by others on Baidu.

Nineteen thoughts are unreliable, but 'Du Niang' is always the most reliable. He thought as he lowered his head to collect compositions.

After hanging up the chat with Fufeng, Nineteen Nian picked up the pen again and buried himself in writing his high school plan.

Strange to say, sometimes it is said that there is no inspiration, but if you really write it carefully, the inspiration comes very suddenly.

The pen in her hand was simply 'brushing' when she wrote, and after half an hour, her pen never stopped.

'Ding Dong Ding Dong'

Originally, she wanted to take advantage of today's inspiration to write more essays, but not long after she wrote, she ushered in a classmate who asked her about cerebral infarction.

Where is Huo Wuwu's Lion Tiger essay written? Do you have any good advice to share with the apprentices?

Nineteen Nian stretched out his hand and poked his mobile phone to suggest! My suggestion is that there is no suggestion!

Hum! Whoever asks you to bother me with my writing, even if I have a suggestion, I won't tell you. Behind her back, she has a proud face.

Huo Wuwu oops! Liger you are the best, I have long known that Liger you must have advice.

No, next. Nineteen Nian teased her again and again.

The two talked about it and chatted for a long time, but she still had no intention of borrowing the composition.

I don't know what's going on tonight, maybe both of them believe too much in her writing skills.

Fufeng pulled her into a group, and the name of this group is also a bit weird, the composition cerebral infarction group.

There are only two members of the group, one is Fu Feng, and the other is Huo Wuwu.

Nineteen thoughts dragged her head, and she asked in the group: I seriously doubt that the two of you have discussed it.

The two of them posted a shake-shaking emoji at the same time.

She replied with a muffled meme.

And at the bottom is a sentence: Who believes!

Huo Wuwu said extremely funny: I believe it.

Nineteen thoughts: Believe you are a big-headed ghost.

Whisper. She then sent another meme.

Fufeng: Take a look at the group files.

She believed it and clicked on the group file, which contained a lot of composition materials.

She didn't click on it, but just asked in the group: Where did you find so many materials.

Fufeng: Baidu search, you don't know how to write, you two can learn from the order of the article, but you can't plagiarize.

When have you been so careful? Nineteen thoughts are incredible.

Fufeng: I haven't been careful at any point.

Nineteen Nian sent him a sweaty emoji.

When the two were talking, Huo Wuwu never spoke, in reality, she had already picked up the pen, lay in front of the computer desk, and wrote the composition seriously.

As for the group message, she didn't read it at all.

Seeing that Fufeng sent the composition materials to the group, Nineteen Nian also took a photo of the composition he wrote and sent it to the group.

Fufeng said in the group: Everyone learns from each other and learns from each other, three stinkers, and Zhuge Liang.

The group suddenly fell silent.

In the quiet of the night, all three of them were seriously bowing their heads and writing compositions.

p 10:00

Nineteen Nian, who was the first to complete the composition, took a photo of the finished composition and sent it to the group.

No one replied, so I guess they all went to rest.

After yawning, Nineteen Nian went to sleep.

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