"Say, Jiang Wen, why?"

"The final essay of last semester was 'Life Planning'."

"What do you see you wrote, 'On How to Catch Up with Mr. Barkin'?"

The sophomore year of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School started earlier than other schools in the city, and there were only two people in the office early that morning, and Shen Bingyan pulled out a test paper from the pile of documents.

"Isn't this just "Life Planning"?"

Jiang Wen was very innocent, and he was pulled into the office as soon as school started.

The final essay "Life Plan" last semester is indeed a proposition essay, but don't people live to express what they want to express?

The so-called propositional composition is something that inhibits his freedom.

Looking at Mr. Ba Jin's article, why is there so much God?

Because he is free......

"Nonsense! The final grade will affect your placement in the first semester of high school! ”

Shen Bingyan frowned: "Do you remember what your total score was last semester?" ”

Jiang Wen didn't care about the score, and after a vacation, he almost forgot about it:

"Seems like more than 500?"

“569！”

Shen Bingyan chuckled and threw the water cup on the table, because the strength was too great, the chest that was not simple at first glance trembled twice.

This woman in a sky blue shirt uniform is Jiang Wen's Chinese teacher.

"Do you know how much you score in your essay?" Shen Bingyan clenched her fists.

“13。”

"Do you know 13 points? I thought you didn't know. Shen Bingyan began to play with the long lazy hair on her shoulders.

Jiang Wen wordlessly glanced at the score at the top of the essay - 13.

He's not blind......

"Do you know how many people in the whole grade scored more than 600 points?" Shen Bingyan held her cheeks and got serious.

"Teacher, you ask me, I don't know, and it has nothing to do with me."

Jiang spread his hands and talked eloquently.

Shen Bingyan clenched her silver teeth, she was known for her quietness in the teacher group, and now she just wanted to close the door and beat Jiang Wen:

"Only 23!"

"If you write a serious essay, you can get 600 points! You can be in the top 50 of the whole grade! ”

"Then I can go to the top class!"

"It's not impossible to get a C9 in college!" Shen Bingyan finished speaking in one breath, panting slightly, and her mind was undulating.

Jiang Wen scratched his head, but he didn't feel anything.

Don't eat the hard one, Shen Bingyan decided to try the soft one, she said softly: "Aren't you disappointed?" As a result, he only entered the experimental class. ”

“…… Isn't that great? And he can also wait for Mr. Shen to learn. Jiang Wen disagreed.

He knew that the people in the top class got up early every day and worked greedily to brush up on the template questions.

But we can do problems, just like doing math, and we can't make the feeling that all roads lead to Rome.

What does that mean?

Printed according to the fixed routine template? It's really boring.

Shen Bingyan stroked her forehead and was speechless, as expected, she still had to come hard.

"Alright, you go back and write a new composition for me."

"If you don't write well."

"I won't be in the future! Match! Become your Chinese teacher. ”

"If you encounter problems in the future, please go to Gao Ming."

Shen Bingyan's delicate cheeks showed helpless and angry anger.

Jiang Wen was embarrassed to hear it.

He was about to explain when there was a knock on the door.

Shen Bingyan was thirsty, picked up the water cup and took a sip: "Come in." ”

Jiang Wen held the paper that had been marked with 13 points of composition and stood aside.

The door opened, creaking.

It was a girl who walked in, with a height of one meter six or eight, which is tall among girls, and under her slender legs is a pair of small white shoes.

Jiang Wen's eyes lit up.

If you say that among the girls in the school, some of them have mediocre qualifications, and some of them are quite touching.

Then this girl is a different kind of moving, in short, among the girls he has seen, she is the most beautiful.

Then the next second.

Jiang Wen took the initiative to step forward and greet: "Hello." ”

Shen Yan was not very comfortable with the stranger's greeting, and only nodded politely: "...... Hello. ”

Jiang Wen naturally praised: "You look so beautiful." ”

Shen Yan: ???

Shen Bingyan: =A=

Shen Bingyan glared at Jiang Wen: "What nonsense?" Hurry up and make up the composition, you can write it today! ”

Shen Bingyan: "That's it, go out!" ”

Jiang Wen wanted to say something more, but when he saw Shen Bingyan's fried appearance, he had to run away.

Shen Bingyan looked at the figure that had escaped and felt a headache.

Why is this kid so problematic? Longing for freedom and spontaneous expression? Poetry is like poetry immortals, and literature is like Ba Jin?

I still remember the first class of my freshman year of high school.

He said bluntly: Teacher Shen, can you change your temper in class, I'm afraid.

The old lady has such a violent temper! How can you change it?!

When Shen Bingyan thought about it, Shen Yan stared at her intently, and her eyes gradually became weird.

Shen Bingyan suddenly noticed Shen Yan and took a deep look at the latter: "Don't regret it?" Took the initiative to be demoted from the top class to the class I teach? ”

There are three types of classes in high school, top classes, experimental classes, and parallel classes.

The quality of teachers and students in the top class is the best.

Shen Yan didn't hesitate: "No." ”

Shen Bingyan sighed: "...... Okay, then since it's my turn to teach you the language, I'll do my best. ”

Shen Yan: "Hmm." ”

Shen Bingyan clasped her nails as she spoke: "Will I arrange you to be Jiang Wen's table mate?" Just the boy. ”

Shen Yan fell silent because of what happened just now, and Shen Bingyan explained: "He has no bad intentions, I can guarantee this, and being at the same table with him will be of great help to the problems you are currently encountering in composition, believe me." ”

Suddenly, the hesitation in Shen Yan's eyes disappeared, and she nodded: "Yes." ”

Shen Bingyan: "Okay, I'll arrange other tasks for you later." ”

Shen Yan snorted, and at this moment, the mobile phone in her pocket was buzzing and vibrating, and she glanced at it, looking wrong.

Shen Bingyan was stunned: "Someone is looking for you?" ”

Shen Yan: "No. ”

Shen Bingyan pointed to the stool on the side: "Then sit down, I have prepared some materials for you, wait a minute, I will get it for you." ”

Shen Yan sat down when he heard this.

……

Jiang Wen returned to the classroom, there were no people yet, there were only a dozen people at a glance, and there were some fresh faces, it was estimated that they were from the arts and sciences class.

Jiang Wen likes to be quiet, his seat is in the last row by the window, no one disturbs here, and the teacher doesn't know that he is in the fugue when he flies in class.

It's just that in this comfortable place, he has to do the most painful thing-

Write eight-strand essays.

Writing a propositional essay is not the same as taking a scholar in eight shares?

Jiang Wen's expression became ugly, how could this be as comfortable as writing a novel.

In addition to being a contemporary high school student, he also has an identity and career that he enjoys.

Novelist.

Q: Why is it comfortable to write a novel? That's a good question. That's naturally because you can write as you like.

wrote "Thirty Years After Returning to Great Qin, I Ride Emperor Lao Tzu as a Donkey", or "My Wife Comes from Heaven".

Write as you want, drive as you like.

What you can't do in reality, you can write in the book, and the protagonist can do it.

From childhood to adulthood, he wrote more than a dozen novels.

Up to now, his personal assets are more than 100,000 yuan, and his family still doesn't know about it.

After Jiang sat down steadily, he unzipped his schoolbag, which contained two mobile phones, one black and one white.

He took out his black phone and went about writing for the day.

The book he is serializing already has half a million words.

Pseudonym: Steady as an old dog.

The article "Treading the Starry Sky" that he is serializing is a fantasy type.

He is writing about the female protagonist resisting the attack of the villain for the male protagonist, and the female protagonist dies.

Writing this plot, many readers are looking forward to how the male protagonist will save the female protagonist?

And as the author, he paved the plot of the heroine's resurrection for more than ten chapters.

Today he is not ready to procrastinate any longer, open the writer's assistant, and build a new chapter.

Bang Bang Bang!

Enter the chapter title: Brothers, I'm a eunuch!

Publish!

The book review area exploded!

[Made, I've been waiting for a day, that's all? My investment is all down the drain! Gan! 】

[Nima, the dog is big, you are a real dog! ] I want to know how the heroine is resurrected! 】

[Big dog, can I give you a reward? Please, don't be a eunuch, okay? 】

[Sharpen the knife Huo Huo to the dog! ] 】

[The eunuch dog will die! 】

【……】

Jiang Wen only glanced at the comment area and turned off his mobile phone.

Q: Why don't you want to write it? How can there be so many whys, and don't want money.

And after writing the plot of saving the heroine, he has already used up all the ideas, and if he writes it hard, it will only become a restrained formulaic writing.

The kind of soulless novel, he disdains to write.

Besides, there is still an essay to be completed by him, and he is very busy in real life!

Jiang Wen was thinking about how to write, and unconsciously someone came next to him, it was the beautiful woman just now, she didn't look very happy, just like when she was happy eating fish, the fish bone was stuck in her throat.

The voice was faint and pleasant: "Is there anyone next to you?" Teacher Shen asked me to sit next to you. ”

Jiang Wen: "...... No one. ”

He clearly remembered that he had asked Shen Bingyan not to share the table.

That woman doesn't keep her promise!

Shen Yan nodded, put down his schoolbag, and lay down on the table with his back to Jiang.

She was holding her phone, depressed, her flexible body twitching, as if she was crying.

Jiang Wen thought he was sick and was about to ask.

However, the next moment, the woman muttered: The eunuch dog will die.

“……”

Jiang Wen understood. In her case, she should have chased half of the novel, and she didn't write it.

In this case, as long as he is not sick, he doesn't care much, after all, he is also a bunch of troubles.

He had just written an essay topic when he received a message from a friend verifying it.

[Dog, I'm your book friend, please pass! ] 】