"Yo, Dashen Lu, here!"

"Yo, little Zhangzi, it's early! I can't tell that you love to learn. ”

"Yes, although the grades are not good, but there is still a heart for learning. Speaking of which, the great god, your king's skills are really good, let's fight the King's Canyon together in the future, so that the enemy will be terrified! ”

Lu Yunci glanced at him and asked him casually, "Brother, have you written your homework?" I'm going to hand it in early today. ”

"Huh? Homework? What homework? ”

"Math Exercises."

"Don't talk about it, I didn't bring any books with me when I came home yesterday. God, lend me your homework to see. ”

“…… Wait, wait for me to finish writing it to you. ”

"Presumptuous! That's how you treat early reading? The language score will do the same for you! Zhang Cheng slapped the table, stood up and looked at him, "I'll draw a circle and curse you, the Chinese broke the record this time, and the test was one hundred and nine." ”

Lu Yunqi couldn't cry or laugh, and just wanted to open his mouth to hit him, he saw Liu Mengting, who was at the same table, running into the classroom, the cake in her mouth hadn't been swallowed yet, and she shouted as she ran, "The old class is here!" The old class is here! ”

"Huh? Where? As soon as Zhang Cheng heard this, he immediately sat upright, took out the Chinese book and spread it on the table, turned his head and asked Liu Mengting.

"When I came, I saw the old class riding a little electric donkey into the school gate, and he passed by and said, 'If I enter the class and you haven't entered, then you should study standing early!' And then I ran all the way over, exhausted to death! Liu Mengting panted while fanning with her hand.

Zhang Cheng was about to say something, when he saw a head staring at the class by the corridor window. He swallowed, turned his head casually, and began to recite the text loudly.

When the whole class heard this, they silently stopped what they were doing and hurriedly joined him, and the fourth class finally had the appearance of learning.

Seeing that the old class had read it, he probably found him, and then walked in through the back door to see if anyone had not opened his mouth to read.

After a while, the bell rang, and the Chinese teacher came over, wrote the morning reading task on the blackboard, and then returned to the Hongzhi class.

In the first math class, I unexpectedly checked whether the students in the class had written the post-class questions.

Liu Mengting took advantage of the large group next to the teacher to check it, and quickly copied the answers of the same table, yes, only the answers.

The math teacher came over and looked at Liu Mengting's clean textbook, you didn't write either?

"I wrote it, teacher, you see, it's just that the words are a little less."

"Don't you even have to do the math? The book is so clean? Just write an answer, and some don't even have an answer, you look at the book at your table. ”

"Teacher, I'll forget it, it's all on the herbs, I'll show you, I don't write the answer to the questions I don't know, I don't have a clue at all."

Math Teacher: ...... Sounds so reasonable.

"Students, next time, remember that all the post-class questions are written in the book, and there must be a process."

"Okay, students who haven't written, go to the back and stand and listen to the class, next time you haven't written, the class representative will write down the name and report it to your old class."

Class 4: That's ruthless!

In the Chinese class, the class representative hugged a large stack of books before class, and each person sent one book during class.

"Students, take a look at the essay books in your hands, these are all written by Hongzhi classmates. You all open it and read it, and pass it on to each other to see how other people's essays are written. ”

"I'll rub it, the essay of the Hongzhi class! It's all the big guy's ink treasure! Zhang Cheng in the front row was amazed, and asked Lu Yunci, "Alas, Lu Xueba, do you think I should tear up a piece of Hongzhi class Xueba's ink treasure and offer it, maybe I will get two more points in the monthly exam." ”

"Take it, no thanks." Lu Yunci casually tore up a piece of straw paper and gave it to him.

"What's this?" Zhang Cheng took it in a daze.

"The Mobao of the top student."

"......" Zhang Cheng looked at the crooked calculation process on the paper, crying and laughing.

"Wow, look at you, at the same table, the people in the Hongzhi class are so talented, they actually serialized the ancient romance in the essay book, let me see her name, and look at the future writing god." Liu Mengting said in surprise while tugging at his clothes.

Lu Yunci leaned over and glanced at it twice, and praised it perfunctorily.

"Wow, people's Hongzhi classes are different, look at other people's books, they are all hardcover books for more than ten yuan each, and our essay books are all math homework books issued by the school."

"Tut-tut, look at the words of others, and then look at your dog crawling words, are you ashamed?" Zhao Wanwan, a member of the Literature and Art Committee, said.

"Why am I ashamed? I'm creating a new kind of Chinese character that you incompetent kid doesn't understand. She replied wittily at the same table.

After most of the class, the Chinese teacher said, "The school asked you to write two essays a week to increase your accumulation, not to let you complete the task." What do you think of the essay writing in the Hongzhi class? ”

"Good," the four classes said in unison.

"Essay is to write about what you want to write the most, you can write about your feelings, you can also write novels, essays, poems, of course, if you can't write it yourself, you can also write about what books you read this week, what articles, paragraphs, poems, excerpts you like."

"You see, do they all have their own pen names? Comments below each article? Therefore, from today onwards, the essays of our class will be written in this form, and it cannot be less than half a sheet of paper. Okay? ”

"Okay!"

"Okay, the class representative has sent all the essay books of our class!"

There were more than 60 people in the whole class, and in addition to the class representatives and those who took the initiative to stand up and help distribute things, most of the remaining people began to think about their future pseudonyms.

"What are you going to call it? At the same table. Liu Mengting asked Cui Yingying across Lu Yunci.

"CY, what about you?"

"I didn't think about it."

"What are you going to call it? At the same table. Liu Mengting asked Lu Yunci.

"I don't know, whatever!"

Lu Yunci just wanted to ask 333 to help him use the system to randomly group a pen name, but suddenly remembered that it seemed that every time he was in class, 333 went to find 233. Suddenly I felt that 333 was a little too well-behaved, and I felt a little sorry for her. In order not to disturb his normal study and life, every time it is like this, a day or two is fine, but after a long time, it is inevitable that the owner of 233 will not say anything, he feels that he has to talk to 333 tonight.

"I'm going to think about it!"

"You've figured out your pen name?" Zhang Cheng twisted over to join in the fun.

"No, I think I'm going to find it in the Book of Songs."

"Oh, good idea, I'll go too!"

It may be that the Chinese teacher helped them open the door to a new world, and they all excitedly discussed pen names.

When it came to the self-study class, there were still a bunch of people discussing pen names or something. When Lu Yunci was writing his homework, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and pretended to glance at the back door unintentionally, no, no one, why did he always feel wrong. He took another closer look, gasped, and quickly turned around to continue his homework. By the way, I whispered to remind Cui Yingying and Zhang Cheng, who were chatting, "The old class is here, and the mobile phone is taking pictures at the top window of the back door, hurry, hurry up and study." ”

There was no way, he could only save a few around. In my heart, I silently lit wax for the classmates who were still talking.

Suddenly, the front door was kicked open.

"What are the bunnies doing when they don't learn? Yes? I saw the old class standing at the door of the class with his hands on his hips, a beer belly, and thick dark circles under his eyes.

The whole class was suddenly silent, and you could hear a needle dropping quietly.

So under the attention of the old class, a group of people quickly lowered their heads and began to look for books, and for books.

The comrades in the corner of the first row at the door, the comic books spread out on the table did not have time to collect, and it was too late to collect at this time, and if they did, they would let the old class find out, so he took out a pen and a notebook tremblingly, pretending to be calculating, and tried not to let the old class find out.

Probably God was pitying him, but Lao Ban really didn't notice him, and then walked back. The students in Class 4 all know that if something like a comic book appears in a self-study class, it is still a trivial matter if it is confiscated, and it is very likely that it will receive the attention of the old class for several days in a row, and they will be asked questions in class, written for inspection, and slightly carelessly invited to their parents.

The people who survived another raid by the old class were still quiet after the old class left. This made Lu Yunci a little unbearable, he was usually used to writing homework in a noisy environment, but he suddenly quieted down, but he couldn't concentrate.