Chapter 11: The Sensation of the Woods
At this moment, the school was full of admiration, and after the admiration, they began to guess who wrote this essay.
"It should be Yun Feifei from the liberal arts class in the third year of high school, except for her, I'm afraid that no one can write such a good prose."
"Maybe not necessarily, I've read her previous articles, and the difference between them and this article is not a little bit, and this article may not have been written by her."
"It doesn't matter who wrote it, it can't be a science class anyway, this kind of article is definitely from a liberal arts class."
In the midst of all the speculation, one thing has been established is that this essay was definitely written by a liberal arts student.
In the liberal arts class, Yun Feifei looked confused, looking at the envious eyes of everyone, she said, "I didn't write this essay."
"You didn't write it, how is this possible, is there really someone else?"
One exclaimed, and then he looked at the others, and began to guess which one of them had written it.
"I was very surprised by the author of this essay because his grades had been declining before, and then this time he came out on top, not only writing a good essay, but also getting the highest score in the entire grade, and it was a perfect score."
The voice of the Chinese teacher came from the radio again, and it could already be heard from her words that this person was Lin Mu.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, how can it be his ......"
Wu Zijian stood up, he looked incredulous, and he refused to believe that this prose would be written by Lin Mu.
Don't say that he doesn't believe it, or the whole class doesn't believe it, if his grades are restored, everyone still thinks it's acceptable, but suddenly he becomes this kind of master writer, and the gap between them is too big.
However, the truth is contrary to their ideas, and I only listened to the Chinese teacher continue: "This essay is from the forest of the science class, let us once again welcome the return of this genius with applause."
After speaking, the Chinese teacher took the lead in applauding, but the atmosphere of the whole school was a little strange, and only some sporadic applause echoed.
"It's not from the liberal arts class, this prose turned out to be written by the barbarians in the science class, this can't be."
In the liberal arts class, there were voices of grief and indignation, and they had already decided that this prose was definitely from their liberal arts class.
But they didn't expect that this essay was from a science class, which made it difficult for them to accept, and the expression on their faces was like a frosted eggplant.
"Lin Mu of the science class, damn it, this is the honor of our liberal arts class, how can it be taken away by the science class."
One person stood up angrily, and then said: "Everyone, this is a huge humiliation for our liberal arts class, I suggest that everyone work overtime and write another article, preferably in prose, we must find this field again."
"The squad leader is right, we must get this field back, and we must not let this honor be robbed by the barbarians in the science class."
"After listening to this essay, I just happened to have some inspiration, and I will work hard tonight to write an essay that is better than this one."
"I'm not satisfied with the article I wrote this time, so I just took the opportunity to write it again, and I will hand it over to the Chinese teacher for review tomorrow, hoping to surpass Lin Mu's prose."
Everyone echoed the idea that at this moment there was a common hatred for each other, and they united in the intention of fighting for this honor back.
In the science class, everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Mu, and at this moment, many people's hearts had changed.
It is no longer ridicule and contempt, but a return to the previous kind of worship and admiration.
"Lin Mu, did you already know the question of the answer sheet in advance?" Wu Zijian was annoyed and embarrassed, and couldn't help but point to Lin Mu and ask.
Seeing this, Lin Mu was disdainful, and he sneered: "Wu Zijian, you are too self-righteous, who do you think you are, you want me to get out of Wanglong Middle School, I want to see who gets out of Wanglong Middle School this time."
"Hmph, you are less proud, I have already reported it to the Academic Affairs Office, you know the question of the answer sheet in advance, you wait to give an explanation to the Academic Affairs Office."
Wu Zijian scolded angrily, his expression now was really the same as eating, because he had been intoxicated with Lin Mu's prose before.
Now that I think about it, he'd rather go eat than praise the article.
At this moment, in the school office, the director of Fat Man's teaching is calling an emergency meeting for all the teachers in the third year of high school, and his purpose for convening the meeting is self-evident.
"This time there was a bad incident in our school, there was a student who stole the test papers in advance, and our questions were pre-stored in the computer in advance, and it seems that he stole the questions from the computer."
The fat director spoke slowly, his face was gloomy, and his small eyes flashed with resentment.
"Director, to catch a traitor, to catch a thief, to catch a thief, it's hard to be convincing."
The math teacher of the third year of high school spoke, and he seemed to have understood what the dean wanted to say, so he had stood up without hesitation.
Seeing that someone was going against him, the fat director immediately became angry, he slapped the table, and scolded: "Our answer questions have always been very tightly guarded, I think maybe there is a ghost among us."
The fat director was annoyed and angry, and now even the math teacher was calculated by him, and he was planning to make a big move.
"Fatty, you have to talk about evidence, I will report this matter to the principal today, the school is still the principal after all, you are a director of academic affairs, don't want to cover the sky with one hand."
The math teacher also took the case, and he fought back angrily, without the slightest fear.
"Okay, well, one by one, you don't feel at ease educating students, but you are here to disagree with me, do you still have any basic qualities as teachers?"
The fat director looked at the math teacher resentfully, and he was already thinking in his heart how to get him out.
"Why do you have to make such a big move, since the director thinks that there is a problem with Lin Mu, then just take the exam again."
The beautiful Chinese teacher made a suggestion, and he looked at the fat director's eyes with a hint of disgust, obviously extremely disgusted with him.
I even thought in my heart, the person who really doesn't have any teacher quality is not you.
"This is a good suggestion, just retake the test once, so that you can see who has a ghost in the heart."
"In order to avoid suspicion, it is better for the dean of students to come up with the questions this time, we are responsible for supervision, and I will notify the principal to be a notary party to ensure the fairness of this exam."
Several other people also agreed, no one in this way is helping the teaching director, it seems that the fat director has a deep grudge, and he has already committed public anger.
"You bastards, all of them are like old fritters with seniority, and sooner or later they will kick you out one by one."
The fat director thought resentfully in his heart, but everyone had one heart, and he had no choice, so he could only agree to their proposal in front of him.
"The question is up to me, but the ugly words are in front, if he can't reach the score of the first line, he still has to roll up and get out."
The fat director scolded, but he was a little worried in his heart, for fear that Lin Mu was a real genius returning.
"I have to arrange the questions to the most difficult level, otherwise I won't be able to hang my face."
The dean of teaching's face was very ugly, he looked at the teachers in the third year of high school, and wanted to ask them to help with the questions, but he was very uneasy about them, so he could only go into battle himself.