It backfired, the fat man's idea was destined to fail, Lin Mu really wrote like a god, almost didn't have to think about every question, and the answer was like flowing water, without the slightest stop.

"I heard that there are a very few rat droppings in your class, in order not to spoil a pot of porridge, I have already proposed that if this small test does not reach the score of the first line, it will be driven out of Wanglong Middle School."

The middle-aged man suddenly spoke, he seemed to be a little unhappy with Lin Mu's pretending appearance, and now he was ready to deliberately taunt him.

"Everyone knows who this person is, so I won't say more, but I hope he will be self-conscious, and after getting the scores, he can take the initiative to leave our school."

Although the middle-aged fat man said this, his eyes were always staring at Lin Mu, and he pushed his gold-wire glasses, and the small eyes behind the lenses were full of disdain and mockery.

"Godson Jackie Chan, teaching director, you have the virtue of being a teacher!"

In the silence of everyone, a voice of non-indignation came out, and the voice naturally came from the forest.

He looked up at the middle-aged fat man, his eyes meeting him, without the slightest fear.

"Good boy, I won't name you, save you a little face, and you dare to take the initiative to provoke me."

The middle-aged fat man was furious, he stood up, slapped the podium, and scolded: "I'm talking about you, if you can't reach the score of the first line this time, get me out of Wanglong Middle School immediately."

"What if I could do it?" Lin Mu asked rhetorically without anger.

"If you can achieve the admission score of the first line, I will get out of Wanglong Middle School."

The middle-aged fat man was excited for a while, and he actually said such an outrageous condition, but he felt that Lin Mu should not be able to get the admission score of the first line, so he was not too worried.

"That's what you said, the whole class can testify, and if you don't get out of here, I'll make what you said today public to the whole school."

Lin Mu looked at the middle-aged fat man playfully, he put forward such a condition, which was in his arms.

Since it was he who proposed to kick him out of Wanglong Middle School, then he should pay the price, just let him get out of middle school, which can be regarded as cheapening him.

"Hmph, it's a waste of my energy to talk to a bad student like you."

The middle-aged fat man snorted coldly, with extreme disdain, and then he stared at Lin Mu alone, if he dared to make any moves, he would immediately scold him harshly.

"Write an essay on fallen leaves, the subject matter is not limited to ......"

After a while, Lin Mu had already done the last question, and he looked at the subject matter given in the composition, and an article about fallen leaves immediately flashed in his mind.

The Chinese composition question is a big score question, and the general Chinese test cannot be fully scored, and most of the points are deducted here.

"If I write it myself, my score is not low, but the writing is still not as sophisticated as the article in the ring memory, this time I want to rise up and completely slap them in the face."

Lin Mu had a mocking smile on his face, as if he had foreseen what they would look like after being slapped in the face.

Then he began to sift through the articles in his memory, and finally chose an article about falling leaves, which is an essay from a great modern poet, Xu Zhimo.

Lin Mu doesn't know much about who Xu Zhimo is, but it can be felt from his article that this poet is not simple.

Then, he began to write, and the moment the tip of the pen fell, he seemed to have a feeling of experiencing the feelings of a poet.

"I saw the scattered leaves again.

It's not unusual to see fallen leaves, but it's in spring, in April! In spring, the flowers that bloom proudly and the willows that are proud of the spring breeze should be seen the most, not the fallen leaves that dance in the air like butterflies and linger ......"

There was only the rustle of writing in the classroom, Lin Mu forgot everything around him, and he felt like he was there when he wrote this prose.

I feel more and more that this sentence is beautiful, the description is appropriate, novel and natural, and it is completely superior.

"Everyone knows that falling leaves are the messengers of autumn, and in autumn, there will be a lot of fallen leaves falling like fairies, but in the spring, there will also be many fallen leaves ......"

Lin Mu was completely immersed in this prose, and when the last word was written, he had a feeling that he was still unfinished, as if this prose had not been written yet, and there should be a follow-up later.

But he rummaged through his memories, but there was no prose about the follow-up, as if it had ended here.

"The number of words is not up to the requirements, even if you write well, I am afraid that points will be deducted."

Lin Mu was a little embarrassed, since he couldn't find a follow-up prose, then he could only bite the bullet himself.

It was he who thought about it for a few short paragraphs in his heart, and felt that the artistic conception could not reach this realm, so he forcibly added it, but it ruined the whole article.

"It's still early, it seems that I have to sharpen my gun in battle, and I need to improve my writing first."

Lin Mu came up with a solution temporarily, which seemed rather naïve, but he felt that it should be very effective.

Then, he began to appreciate every beautiful prose in his memory, absorb their strengths from each prose, and then summarize his shortcomings and hone his writing and insight.

"Pretend, when the score comes out, you will look good."

The middle-aged fat man looked at Lin Mu with disdain, and he didn't bother to run over to see how he was doing, because it happened to have a fan blowing in this position, and there was no one in his last corner.

Time passed slowly, the time for the Chinese test was two and a half hours, Lin Mu had a total of half an hour to answer the questions before, and now there are only ten minutes left before handing in the papers.

In other words, in the middle of it, he spent an hour and fifty minutes appreciating other people's prose.

"There are still ten minutes to hand in the paper, and if you haven't finished the question, hurry up."

The middle-aged fat man reminded everyone, and seeing that Lin Mu was stunned for nearly two hours, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, thinking that he should be dead.

"It's only been ten minutes?" Lin Mu suddenly woke up.

He immediately began to write, and after a minute of deliberation, he finally began to write.

However, the pen is very slow, and every sentence will be considered for a few seconds until it feels close to the artistic conception of eighty percent, and this will be written.

"When the time is up, stop answering the question immediately, otherwise you will be punished with zero points."

When the time came, the middle-aged fat man couldn't wait to stop, and then began to rewind, put everyone's rolls together, and sealed them.

"It's finally finished, if there is no accident in this prose, those who dare to deduct points are all gods."

Lin Mu is full of confidence, and for this kind of prose, people who can't reach the level don't dare to deduct points at all.

He is absolutely confident that he should be able to get full marks for this essay, and with the questions he did before, he feels that he should be able to score all of these 150 points.

There were no surprises in the next math, these problems were like pediatric for him, and even many problems, he had a variety of solutions.

As for the foreign language in the afternoon, now that he is fused with the memories in the ring, he is proficient in eight Chinese, and this foreign language is not worth mentioning to him at all.

Not to mention the comprehensive subject, he has won the first place in these competitions in physics and chemistry, even if he has no ring memory, he can basically get a full score.