After wearing the book, I started to counterattack

Chapter 171 Nearly Full Score Composition
Seeing Feng Le come up to get the test paper under the eyes of everyone, Wen Zicheng spoke again.

"Feng Le, can I have a look at your test paper?"

Feng Le, who had just received the test paper and hadn't read it yet, looked at him, nodded, "Yes." and handed him the test paper.

Wen Zicheng took Feng Le's test paper, compared it with his own test paper, and read it question by question.

Wen Zicheng found that Feng Le was correct for all the questions that needed to be memorized and written silently, and she only deducted points for a few analytical questions, sporadically deducting one or two points.

After reading these, Wen Zicheng turned to the back of the test paper and looked at the composition part.

In Chinese subjects, composition has always been the place that accounts for the majority of marks.

Unlike some students in the class, he didn't see through the true intention of the composition. When he understood it, he naturally understood that the composition about his mother had nothing to do with whether Feng Le had parents or not.

When encountering these composition topics about relatives, there are also skills. It is not necessary to write about what happened with them, but you can also write about nostalgia, missing and imagining these types.

Wen Zicheng originally thought that Feng Le got such a high score in the exam, maybe it was because of her poor writing skills, plus her good writing and quoting some famous quotes, she got such a high score.

After all, Wen Zicheng had already guessed that Feng Le's composition was close to full marks when he saw the previous few points-deducting questions.

For the 150-point test paper, Feng Le only deducted five points, and most of them were in the previous questions. Of course, no points were deducted for this composition.

When he saw Feng Le's composition with his own eyes, Wen Zicheng was shocked, and only deducted one point!
It's just a symbolic one point deducted! !

The composition is close to full marks! ! !

After the shock was over, Wen Zicheng let out a sigh in his heart, thinking, as expected, the scores of being pitiful and sympathetic are high these days!

The corner of Wen Zicheng's mouth twitched in disdain, and his gaze moved away from the bright red number with difficulty, and landed on Feng Le's composition topic.

Wen Zicheng was shocked when he saw the title.

She, she didn't Bo sympathy to write a composition about missing her mother?

Wen Zicheng's eyes widened, and he murmured in a low voice: "My motherland..."

"Mother of the motherland... is it like this? Can it still be like this?!"

Wen Zicheng couldn't believe it. He quickly unfolded the test paper and couldn't wait to look at Feng Le's composition, ignoring the teacher's eyes and the curious eyes of other students in the classroom.

"Wen Zicheng, Wen Zicheng?" Tang Qing called several times, and Wen Zicheng seemed to be immersed in Feng Le's composition, and did not respond to outside voices.

Tang Qing was speechless, but the other students booed loudly.

"Hey, old class, what is this composition about, let us have a look too!"

"Wen Zicheng, what's the score of Feng Le's composition? What did you write?"

"Wen Zicheng, are you stupid, motionless?"

"Are you stupid? I guess Wen Zicheng found out because there were mistakes in Feng Le's test paper."

"..."

Seeing the students sneaking and chattering quietly underneath, Tang Qing was speechless. She could tell these little brats that not only could they see clearly from the podium, but they could also hear clearly.

Looking at Wen Zicheng's fascinated look, and the curious looks of the students under the podium, Tang Qing looked at Feng Le and said.

"How about this, Feng Le, can you read your composition? Let everyone listen, what is the composition that is close to full marks?"

Feng Le was taken aback, he didn't expect Tang Qing to say that, and at this time, Wen Zicheng also finished reading Feng Le's composition, his eyes were reddish, returned the test paper to Feng Le's hand after reading it, and lowered his head , returned to his seat without saying a word.

"Hey, what's wrong with Wen Zicheng?"

"Is the composition ugly?"

"He seems to be crying!"

"You are blind, how is this possible!"

The voices continued, Tang Qing continued to talk to Feng Le: "How about it, Feng Le, can you read your composition to everyone?"

Feng Le couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to unfold her test paper. In fact, she had already memorized the composition verbatim, but she still felt a little uncomfortable facing the eyes of forty or fifty students below.

Feng Le has made great progress. Faced with so many gazes, he was still a little flustered. He unfolded the test paper to block the eyes of the students. Feng Le heaved a sigh of relief, and his clear voice came out slowly from behind the test paper with emotion.

"My motherland..."

After Feng Le finished reading, the students in the audience had tears in their eyes, and even the teacher Tang Qing beside him also had tears in their eyes.

Feng Le's composition is not particular about the use of words and there are no fancy things. On the contrary, it is unpretentious and simple, but every word and every word reveals true emotions. When you listen to it like this, it will make you cry and reflect on yourself. .

Not only does it sing the praises of the greatness of the motherland, it loves the people like a mother, it also describes the hard work of the people of all classes, the country's help to the people, and finally a sublimation. It is no wonder that Feng Le's composition almost achieved full marks.

"Clap clap..."

"Clap clap clap..."

"Clap clap clap..."

The applause of the students was endless, and many of them felt a little guilty because they were still laughing at Feng Le just now.

Little did they know that Feng Le didn't pay attention to their behavior at all. He kept moving forward, so he had no time to care about their ridiculous behavior.

"Feng Le, the school of your composition is going to participate in the high school composition competition in the province. You can use another piece of paper to copy this composition and write it better." Tang Qing said to Feng Le.

Feng Le nodded, stepped off the podium, and returned to his seat.

Walking along the way, Feng Le felt that the eyes of some students in the class seemed to have changed and became kinder.

Tang Qing can be regarded as starting to talk about the questions of the test paper. Too much time wasted, so she spoke very quickly. Feng Le, Yu Tingting and the others could listen well. After all, they didn't get many questions wrong, and Zhang Xiaoli was a little struggling.

In her entire test paper, most of the questions were wrong. Now the teacher is speaking quickly on the top, and she copied desperately on the bottom, but she still didn't copy it.

This time, Zhang Xiaoli wanted to borrow Yu Tingting's test paper to copy the correct questions, but she couldn't speak.

Looking at her, she hoped that Yu Tingting could understand her thoughts and lend her the test papers.

But Yu Tingting ignored her gaze, turned her head to talk and laugh with Feng Le after class, Zhang Xiaoli bit her lip, feeling troubled.

Didn't Yu Tingting say that she is her best friend?
Why are you ignoring her now? !
Really annoying!
Looking at the ticks on the test paper and the pile of questions that needed to be rewritten with correct answers, Zhang Xiaoli had a headache.

At this time, Yu Tingting took Feng Le's arm and shook it, "Feng Le, can you accompany me to the bathroom?"

(End of this chapter)