Tao Yan looked at it, what "integrity is a virtue" and then blew nonsense, and some just copied an article directly on the Internet, of course, some people chose to hand in a blank book.

Tao Yan was helpless, but still wrote a comment.

In half an hour, only the last book was left uncorrected.

Tao Yanqi didn't look at the name, just looked at it, the title is "The Death of the Red Rabbit", a very strange topic, and the topic of "integrity is a virtue" is very different, but it makes people feel very surprised.

Tao Yanqi's eyes lit up and she read on.

"In the twenty-sixth year of Jian'an, in 221 AD, Guan Yu went to Maicheng ......"

A few minutes later, Tao Yan couldn't help but shout "yes"!

This article is novel and ambitious, and it doesn't look like it was written by a high school student at all.

Tao Yanqi suppressed the excitement in her heart, and put the text together, wanting to see the name.

The three big characters of [Pei Mohan] came into her eyes, making her slightly stunned.

Pei Mohan's font is very flamboyant, and between a glance, you can see that he is very free and uninhibited.

Tao Yan smacked his mouth, he deserved to be his brother, and he was so talented.

Tao Yanqi looked at it as a text again, and read it back and forth several times, and his heart became more and more happy.

The next day, Tao Yanqi came to the classroom with the lesson plan and Pei Mohan's composition.

"Good morning, students, today we will talk about the composition assigned a few days ago."

"Before I talk about this essay, I would like to praise a classmate."

"He's ......"

Tao Yan paused for a moment, "Classmate Pei Mohan." ”

Hearing the words "Pei Mohan", the originally noisy classroom suddenly quieted down.

Everyone put down what they were doing and looked at Tao Yanqi in a daze.

Tao Yanqi had long been accustomed to everyone's noise, but when everyone suddenly quieted down, she was a little unaccustomed to it.

She coughed lightly, picked up Pei Mohan's composition and said, "Next, I'll read Pei Mohan's composition aloud to you." ”

It is impossible to let Pei Mohan read aloud by himself, and it is impossible in this life.

So let's do it herself.

Tao Yan cleared his throat and read aloud with emotion.

Everyone didn't speak, not to give Tao Yan face, but to think that this was Young Master Pei's composition, even if they didn't understand it, they had to listen quietly!

While everyone was listening in a daze, Pei Mohan, who had been lying on his stomach, suddenly sat up.

There was still a hint of mist in his eyes, but when he looked closely, it seemed that there was nothing.

Tao Yan read carefully, and did not notice Pei Mohan's awakening.

After she finished reading it, she began to explain with great interest how good the article was.

Pei Mohan listened below, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

Teaching language is different, praising people's words one by one, without repetition.

Pei Mohan has not been praised by others, but he has never been praised for an hour without repetition.

The most important thing is that this person is not praised for his appearance and family background, but for his composition, which he spent two hours writing.

This gave Pei Mohan a sense of belonging that he can still shine and be recognized by others.

Pei Mohan touched the position of his heart, only to feel a hot surge there.

"Jingle Bell"

When the bell rang for the end of class, Tao Yan smacked his lips unfinished and made a concluding statement.

(End of chapter)