After wearing the book, I started to counterattack

Chapter 173 Remedy
"This……"

Looking at the ruined test paper, Tang Qing took it over and tried to see if it could be repaired, but seeing that the test paper was still dripping with water, he was helpless, or it was really impossible to save it.

Zhang Xiaoli, who was crying beside her, and the chirping voices of other students gave her a headache.

Tang Qing waved his hand, "Okay, okay, everyone go back to their seats, Feng Le, come out with me."

Feng Le nodded: "Okay."

Tang Qing sighed and walked outside with the test paper. Feng Le looked at it and gave Yu Tingting the water bottle in his hand to help her read it.

"Yu Tingting, take a look for me, don't let the tea in it continue to flow out." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly followed Tang Qing's footsteps.

After taking Feng Le's water bottle, Yu Tingting looked at the water bottle dripping and leaking, with a puzzled look on her face: "This pot is broken, Feng Le, do you want more?"

Feng Le couldn't explain to Yu Tingting that the important thing was not the kettle, but the tea in it.

But the kettle is also very important, after all, it was given to her by Lin Chaoyu.

"Look for me, don't let the water run out." After Feng Le finished speaking, he walked out of the classroom door and followed Tang Qing to the office.

Wen Zicheng stood silent for a while, then he also raised his footsteps, and followed Feng Le to the office together.

Tang Qing, who was saving the test papers, looked up to see Wen Zicheng following in, and asked casually, "Wen Zicheng, why did you follow?"

"Teacher, I want to help." Wen Zicheng said.

Tang Qing nodded indiscriminately, without saying anything, put the two test papers on the desk, pulled a few pieces of roll paper beside him, and printed them on the soaked test papers.

But when the paper towels in his hand became dark and wet, the test paper still couldn't be rescued.

The black writing on it has been washed off by water.

Tang Qing sighed, and threw the tissue in his hand directly into the trash can: "How can I do this?"

"Feng Le, I asked you to copy down the composition before, did you copy it?"

"Not yet." Feng Le shook his head.

Tang Qing frowned after hearing this, looked at the black half of the test paper, and quickly thought of the solution in his mind.

Maybe after the half of the paper is dry, take a pencil and paint on it to see if you can find some traces of writing, and just brush out the words.

But this possibility seems unlikely, the test paper has turned black, even if it is painted with a pencil, it can't be seen clearly, and this is a test paper, there are many writing marks on it.

"Teacher, why don't you rewrite the article?" Wen Zicheng said at this time.

Both Feng Le and Tang Qing looked up at him, and Wen Zicheng couldn't help clenching his fists.

"How can it be so simple..." Tang Qing shook his head and sighed without thinking too much.

As a language teacher, Tang Qing certainly knows that writing is not an easy task.

Rewrite it again, maybe Feng Le will write the composition according to the previous one, so the composition written in this way is not as good as the previous one.

If it's nothing else, it's an essay for the competition.

"Let me see if anyone has memorized this composition." Tang Qing thought to herself, Feng Le's composition had been circulated in the Chinese group of the third year of high school, and I don't know which teacher has a good memory and can still remember it.

"Teacher..." Feng Le just wanted to say, teacher, she has a photographic memory, and she can recite this composition backwards and forwards.

"Teacher, what I mean is that we can organize all the students in the class to write a composition on the topic of "My Motherland", and whoever writes well will be allowed to enter the competition." Wen Zicheng said .

As soon as he opened his mouth, Feng Le guessed his reason.

Tang Qing frowned when he heard this, and looked up at him, "Wen Zicheng, this composition was written by Feng Le."

It was written by Feng Le, and it was because of her that the school decided to let this composition enter the competition.

If all the students in the class were to write an essay according to Feng Le's thinking, it would be a good thing for the class and the school, but only for Feng Le...

Tang Qing felt that he could not hurt a student's heart.

"I think Feng Le would be very willing to let the students in the class win glory for the class and the school?" Wen Zicheng looked at Feng Le and asked.

Looking at Feng Le's insightful eyes, Wen Zicheng's heart trembled, but he still straightened his chest.

It's not his fault.

Originally, it was Feng Le who didn't take good care of her test paper, and it was her own fault that it was destroyed. His proposal was the best choice.

And he, who was originally the number one in the class, was surpassed by Feng Le this time because Feng Le had an advantage in choosing the topic, which gave the teacher extra points.

If he wrote the same article with the same theme and content, he would definitely write better than Feng Le.

But this can't be blamed on him for stealing Feng Le's limelight. It was Feng Le who didn't take good care of his test papers and didn't copy the composition first.

Both Tang Qing and Wen Zicheng looked at Feng Le, especially Wen Zicheng, who seemed to be determined to win.

The corner of Feng Le's mouth twitched, a faint smile appeared, and he looked at him and said, "I'm not very willing."

"Teacher, I won't bother the monitor or the students in this matter." Feng Le looked at Tang Qing and said.

Tang Qing: "Feng Le..."

Wen Zicheng said hastily: "Feng Le, don't lose your temper. This is all for competitions. How can you just write a random article and take it to participate in the competition?"

Feng Le looked up at him, and asked back, "You know?"

Wen Zicheng was out of breath and speechless.

What is Feng Le's attitude?He was helping her out of kindness. Is that how she treats herself?

Even Tang Qing was worried, "Feng Le, this..."

"Ms. Tang, do you think the composition I wrote earlier was good?" Feng Le asked.

Tang Qing didn't understand what Feng Le meant by saying this now. The composition had been destroyed, so he could only rewrite it, but he still nodded.

That composition is really well written, true, sincere, and it makes people feel warm.

"Then that's fine. I still remember that composition, and I can write it all down." Feng Le was still modest, and didn't say that he had a good memory, a photographic memory, and could recite it backwards.

"Heh, Feng Le, I still remember it, and the classmates also remember it. You can write it based on some memories, and you can write it with everyone." Wen Zicheng said urgently.

It seems that he is still unwilling to give up his previous ideas.

Facing Feng Le's gaze, he was not afraid at all this time, but Feng Le slowly raised the corners of his mouth and asked.

"Then can you also write out the composition verbatim?"

"You, what do you mean?" Seeing Feng Le's smile, Wen Zicheng had a bad feeling.

What does it mean to be able to write out the composition verbatim?

(End of this chapter)