When he went upstairs, Jiang Wen didn't take the elevator, and at the scene of the social death, Tai Tem was terrifying, and he just wanted to escape from the sight of the masses as soon as possible.

One step and two steps, when you arrive at the door, quickly unscrew the door lock.

Touch!

"Hu ......" closed the door, and the thickness of his back against the gate made him feel safe, but he really didn't expect to be followed all the way, but fortunately his life was saved.

Jiang Wen took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet.

The Jiang family has a habit of cleanliness, one toothpaste per person, and one washbasin per person...... One pair of slippers, Dad's is gray, Mom's is blue, and his own is a pair of white.

"Why did you go to dinner with your classmates so late?" The voice of the old mother in the dining room, mixed with the sound of the sports channel in the living room, came out together.

"No, I was delayed by the Chinese teacher."

"Huh? Deserted in class, or molested a little girl, and was reprimanded by Teacher Shen? "Zhao Han is wiping the table, the family eats quickly, maybe this can't be called eating, it should be called eating. But fortunately, it's not too late to come back, otherwise my mother would have cleaned up and the opportunity to eat would have been gone.

As for his mother's question, Jiang Wen didn't want to answer, and when he entered high school, his parents asked him from time to time if he had a favorite girl.

How troublesome is it to fall in love, isn't the code word fragrant? Even if the three-dimensional girl is good-looking, her personality is definitely not as salty and sweet as the paper man, right?

At present, Jiang Wen's impression of the three-dimensional girl is only two words - trouble.

For example, Shen Yan.

Meow, two-dimensional girl, I won't make this kind of secondary action of tracking!

"Mom, I'll clean it up for you when you're done." Cleaning up the table is only done by sensible children, and Jiang Wen is not sensible to help clean up.

It's just because during the summer vacation, after he and his father Jiang Qian finished eating, they were lying on the sofa watching sports channels like an uncle, and they threw away a trash can full of melon seeds and peanuts.

My mother was angry and didn't turn on the stove for a week, and the father and son ate a bad meal for a week.

Since then, helping to clean up the table after eating has been one of the daily things that father and son must do.

"No, hurry up and do your homework after eating!" It's not summer vacation now, Zhao Han knows that Jiang Wen is busy, the pressure of going to school, and the pressure of exams...... They can support their parents financially, but they can't interfere with their studies.

The only thing he could do was to help wash his clothes, so that Jiang Wen would have more time to rest or study.

"Okay!"

Of course, Jiang Wen did not disappoint them, although the Chinese composition was a hard injury, the overall score was okay, and the middle and upper positions.

In the future, it is still possible to enter a better undergraduate college.

Jiang Wen dropped the rag and went back to the house.

He is equipped with a laptop computer on his desk, and generally speaking, parents do not buy computers for middle school children, but the second elder knows that Jiang Wen has strong self-control and buys computers for studying, so he supports them financially without reservation.

Jiang sat down firmly in front of the computer desk and thought about it, there was no homework on the first day of school.

If there is.

That is Shen Yan's composition......

After all, he promised Shen Bingyan to teach Shen Yan to write essays.

But he couldn't understand why Shen Bingyan would ask him to do such a favor, and his composition was only 13 points, and this score could teach composition?

13 is greater than 12, maybe ...... The reason?

Bullshit!

There are many people who can write forty or fifty essays in the class, why is it their turn?

Can't you all?

Shen Bingyan felt that his essay was at a full score level, but the school's marking teacher couldn't see the way, so he scored low?

Jiang Wen nodded deeply.

People who know the goods are a minority after all!

Since she is deeply trusted by the Chinese teacher, she can't be disappointed.

Let alone......

also prostituted someone's cup of milk for nothing.

Jiang Wen turned on the bedroom light, sat down in front of the computer desk seriously, took out a brand new notebook from the drawer, and wrote a few words - "Training plan for idiots to write high-scoring essays"

Turn the first page.

Follow the memory and recall Shen Yan's composition.

He turned the pen and hesitated before he started writing and listed his opinions one by one.

"Rule 1: Writing is very free and cannot be replaced by mathematical and scientific thinking."

"Article 2: The handwriting is quite good, but it's worse than me, anyway, come on."

Article 3: ......