More than twenty minutes into the first class in the afternoon, Kangda ran into the classroom panting with his textbook.

As soon as he entered the door, he looked at Zhang Fan who was sitting in the second row, because the school had learned from the hospital that Zhang Fan had been discharged, so he was not surprised by his appearance.

"The school has an impromptu meeting, so I'm a little late, sorry for the classmates." Kangda explained slightly, and also glanced at Zhang Fan deliberately.

Zhang Fan vaguely knew from his eyes that the principal Zhuang Zhou must be about to make a move.

"Students, let's start class!"

Kangda did not open the language books as usual, but took out stacks of white manuscript paper from his own textbooks.

"There is not much time left in this class, and with the time of the next Chinese class, there are about 60 minutes left in total."

"Because there's a national essay contest right away, all those sixty minutes will be considered a writing lesson!"

"Excellent articles will be selected to the school, participate in the primary selection at the county level, and then enter the re-evaluation at the provincial and municipal levels."

As soon as Kangda finished speaking, there were bursts of wails in the classroom, and the composition was the pain of generations of students!

As everyone knows, celebrities such as Edison, Newton, and Marie Curie have to appear countless times in student essays almost every year, whether they are junior high school students or high school students; There are also many new "celebrities" created by students, or quotes that everyone has never heard of.

Zhang Mengmeng's mood at this time was different from others, and her immature little face was full of excitement.

She has good Chinese grades, and she is also very good at composition, which is usually used as a model by the teacher.

"Teacher, is there an article on any subject matter? Is there a word count requirement? Zhang Mengmeng actively raised her hand and asked.

"There is no restriction on the subject matter, no restriction on the genre, and the number of words is at least 800 words."

Zhang Mengmeng tilted her head, thought for a while, and continued to ask: "Is it possible to write poetry?" ”

Zhang Fan was also a little surprised by Zhang Mengmeng's question, but he didn't expect this little girl to have begun to come into contact with poetry at such a young age?

Kangda couldn't do anything about the representative of the language class appointed by himself, so he could only smile bitterly: "Of course there is no limit, but I have to remind you that because the preliminary evaluation of this essay is not limited to genres and themes, so you have to write about what you are good at, and you can't play up your weaknesses and avoid your strengths!" ”

Zhang Mengmeng hurriedly nodded yes, and at the same time, under Kangda's instructions, he took the manuscript paper from his hand and distributed it to the students of the ninth class of junior high school.

In his previous life, Zhang Fan also liked to write and paint, especially when he was on night duty, and writing a few short stories was also one of his pastimes. As a doctor, his writing ability is definitely not a problem.

However, Zhang Fan was not interested in this essay, if he remembered correctly, he still had two English and mathematics competition notices given to him by Zhuang Zhou.

The manuscript paper was distributed one by one, and everyone in the ninth class of junior high school was gearing up, and generally a national essay contest like this one is rare to get once, and if you can get any ranking, the high school entrance examination will add a lot of points.

"Before the end of the second class, everyone must turn in their essays, otherwise they can only be processed as zero points."

After Kangda informed the students of a series of precautions, he sat on the podium and read the book, and unlike other exams, cheating was easy to be discovered.

Zhang Fan did not start writing immediately after getting the manuscript paper, but turned up his Chinese textbook very casually.

"Hey, Zhang Fan, why don't you think about the content of the composition, why are you going to flip through the language papers?" Zhang Mengmeng kept typing the manuscript, but found that Zhang Fan was looking at the Chinese textbook leisurely, and immediately rolled his eyes: "Is there something you want to write in the language book?" ”

Zhang Fan didn't expect Zhang Mengmeng, a scholar, to not write well, but instead paid attention to himself, and replied with a smile: "Class leader, I was thinking about it, didn't you think of it?" I just want to flip through the books to find inspiration. ”

"Can you still find inspiration by flipping through the Chinese literature?"

Zhang Fan didn't lie this time, there was no theme for the essay, and he didn't come up with anything to write for a while.

The sound of writing "rustling" can already be heard in the classroom, and many students have begun to create in a whimsical way.

More than ten minutes have passed, and Zhang Mengmeng has no time to pay attention to Zhang Fan anymore, so she picked up the pen and started her own creative path.

Classes are always so long, and exams are always hard and fleeting.

Zhang Mengmeng unconsciously realized that thirty minutes had passed, and she shook her right hand vigorously in an attempt to relieve the soreness caused by writing for a long time.

"Whew, there's almost a hundred words now." Zhang Mengmeng is very satisfied with the speed of her writing, and the handwriting is extremely neat, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

It's just that her eyes glanced slightly at Zhang Fan on the side, and found that he was still reading the language book.

Zhang Mengmeng picked up the pen, knocked on Zhang Fan's desk, and whispered: "Classmate Zhang Fan, you shouldn't be stupid with your head today." ”

Zhang Fan felt that Zhang Mengmeng was a little strange this afternoon, as if he was paying more attention to himself than before. Last week, she still ignored herself.

"Squad leader, don't make trouble, I'm not stupid, I'm thinking about composition."

"Hmph, what about the liar, you're obviously sitting there in a daze!"

“……”

"I say very much, if you don't feel sick to your head, go back to the hospital quickly."

“……”

Probably under the pressure of Zhang Mengmeng's chatter, Zhang Fan had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly thought of the content of his composition.

In Zhang Mengmeng's opinion, Zhang Fan seemed to have a tendon out of order, and suddenly picked up the manuscript paper with his left hand, and quickly wrote on the manuscript paper with a ballpoint pen in his right hand.

She couldn't even believe the scene in front of her, looked up at Kangda and didn't pay attention to herself, so she secretly looked at Zhang Fan's manuscript paper.

"Chinese-style education."

The five big characters of Cang Song are lying on the title column of the composition.

Zhang Fan did not stop there, he continued to write: "In a marathon, often the leader is not the final winner, and victory usually belongs to the kind of person who has accumulated a lot; Isn't this like education, where a high score does not mean a distinction between good and bad......"

Yes, what Zhang Fan wants to talk about is Huaxia education, he understands that the article he wrote may only be seen by a few grading teachers, and even criticizes himself for being "rebellious", thinking that he is qualified to talk about Huaxia education at a young age.

But he wrote it anyway and talked about it.

"It's mainly for my own sake." Zhang Fan smiled lightly, "It's better to write it out than to hold it in your heart." ”

Zhang Fan's writing speed is not fast, and he has already written what others need to take more than 30 minutes to complete in just ten minutes.