Zhang Mengmeng glanced at Zhang Fan's composition, and then looked at herself.

"How could he be so fast?" Zhang Mengmeng was a little suspicious, but there was not much time left in the exam, and she could only pull her thoughts back to her composition.

"Whew, I'm done."

There were almost ten minutes left before the end of the exam, and an essay was completed under Zhang Fan's pen.

I don't know when, Kangda has already walked to Zhang Fan's side slightly. Looking at him, it seems that he has been staring at Zhang Fan for a long time.

"Huh? Finished writing? Conda asked softly.

Zhang Fan was also startled at that time, he didn't notice that there was someone beside him at all.

He looked up and saw that it was Kangda, so he nodded and replied, "Well, it's done." ”

Zhang Fan probably wrote two pages full of manuscript paper, and his font was not as graceful as that of a little girl, but sonorous and powerful.

Kangda took the manuscript paper from Zhang Fan's hand, and before he read the content of the article, he nodded very happily, quite satisfied with Zhang Fan's font.

"The handwriting is very beautiful, I must have practiced for a long time." Conda asked.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and did not respond.

Kangda didn't care, and asked casually: "Submit the paper in advance?" ”

“……”

Zhang Fan didn't expect Mr. Kangda to have such a naughty side, and handed him the manuscript paper a little helplessly.

Kangda also paced back to the podium and slowly looked at Zhang Fan's test paper.

Less than ten minutes before the end of the exam, the students of Class 19 of junior high school wrote a few points faster.

Zhang Mengmeng also almost finished her composition, reading the content silently in her mouth and finding typos.

Bell bell bell ~

Bell bell bell ~

With the bell of the second class, Zhang Mengmeng collected the manuscript papers of all the students in the ninth class of junior high school.

The preliminary evaluation of the essay competition in the experimental middle school has ended.

The turmoil in the morning did not seem to have any impact on ordinary students, and Zhang Fan spent the whole afternoon quietly.

The only thing left was the two scars on Zhang Fan's face that were still looming.

Because of the reform document delegated by the Ministry of Education, junior high school students have canceled morning and evening self-study.

However, because there is a welcome party tonight, everyone did not leave after class, and they all stayed in their seats, waiting for the notice of the head teacher.

Students who are new to campus are particularly interested in these kinds of activities, and by the time they reach the senior year, they are all old fritters, eager to find some time to rest, and rarely participate in such activities.

During this period, Lin Xiaotian also came to Zhang Fan once.

"Xiaofan, what's on your face?"

"I accidentally bumped into it."

"Huh? Not really, right? ”

"Don't talk about me, how did you do in math?"

“……”

"Good or bad?"

“……”

Lin Xiaotian ran away in a gloomy manner, and before leaving, he told Zhang Fan that he would occupy a seat for him, and then they would sit together.

"By the way, remember to give me two?"

"Two?"

"My sister is coming to see it too."

“……”

Song Chunmei came to the classroom in everyone's expectations.

"Two things to announce." As soon as the head teacher Song Chunmei entered the door, the classroom instantly quieted down.

"First, tonight's welcome party, everyone gathered in the lecture hall an hour later, and the squad leader Zhang Mengmeng signed in."

"Second, the math teacher, Mr. Ma Yan, cannot continue to teach our class due to physical reasons, and a new math teacher will come to our class from tomorrow."

"Also, Zhang Fan will come to my office later, and the meeting will be dismissed!"

Song Chunmei was very quick in her work, and walked out of the classroom after saying these words.

Zhang Fan didn't expect Zhuang Zhou's movements to be so fast, Ma Yan was immediately fired, and a new math teacher was sent.

"That's not right! I'm afraid it's not that simple! Zhang Fan remembered that Ma Yan in his previous life was not fired so easily, and after that hurtful incident, Ma Yan was still active on the podium.

"Could it be that there are other reasons for this, could I have secretly helped Zhuang Zhou?"

Zhang Fan shook his head, he couldn't figure out these things, but it didn't seem to matter.

The class teacher's office.

Bang bang bang!

"Please come in!"

Zhang Fan pushed open the door and found that Rong Chunmei was the only one in the office.

"Teacher, I'm here."

"Yes, come and sit." Song Chunmei stopped what she was doing and moved a chair.

"Zhang Fan, is there anything uncomfortable in your body?" Song Chunmei took off her glasses and asked softly.

Zhang Fan sat down slowly and replied, "Teacher Song, my body is fine. ”

"Well, if you have any questions, tell me in time."

"Okay, teacher."

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, Song Chunmei shouldn't simply care about herself.

"One more thing." Song Chunmei suddenly said with a straight face.

"Zhang Fan, you also heard it just now, but Teacher Ma Yan was dismissed from the school not because of physical reasons."

"The school hopes that you will not make a noise about this matter, after all, Teacher Ma has already received a punishment, otherwise the impact of this incident on the school will not be very good."

Zhang Fan was silent and nodded.

Often, sin is always covered by a good appearance, and the injured person only finds spiritual comfort.

But this is the best ending that Zhang Fan expected.

Song Chunmei saw that Zhang Fan's attitude was very good, and she was also relieved: "Zhang Fan, go back and work hard, I heard that your math score this time is a perfect score, I am very optimistic about you." ”

If there is anything that can dispel Zhang Fan's slightly depressed mood now, it is only this little thing in front of him.

As soon as Zhang Fan arrived at the gate of the experimental primary school, he saw a bouncing figure running over.

"Lily, didn't I tell you to wait for me in the classroom?" Zhang Fan looked at the little girl waiting stupidly in front of him, pretended to be angry and asked.

But Lili's child didn't eat Zhang Fan's set, hugged his legs, and said in a milky voice: "Brother, I miss you." ”

Zhang Fan sneered, amused by Lily's expression.

He touched his pocket, and there were still more than ten yuan left, and said, "Lily, my brother will buy you candy to eat." ”

"No, no, no!" Lily shook her head unexpectedly.

"Lily doesn't want sugar?" Zhang Fan was a little puzzled.

Lily didn't speak, but looked at a vendor on the side of the road at the experimental elementary school.

The owner of the vendor was a middle-aged uncle, and he held a long bamboo pole with a collar made of bamboo hanging from it, and the number was very large, almost thirty or forty.

In front of the uncle are also rows of small transparent fish tanks, each of which has a goldfish of various colors.

"Ferrule! Ferrule! ”

"Five cents a circle, a piece of three circles! Get it and get it! ”

A group of schoolchildren gathered around the vendors, chattering and chattering, but few people went to buy circles. Most of the elementary school students watched for a while before being pulled away by their parents.

"Lily wants this?" Zhang Fan knew that the little girl had no resistance to this kind of colorful thing, let alone a small creature like a goldfish?

Lily nodded, then shook her head suddenly, "No...... Dislike. ”