Falling Heart

Chapter 16 The Composition Master
Shen Qing was startled, and subconsciously defended: "I'm sorry, I disturbed your eyes."

Xie Mingchao raised his eyes lazily, with a mocking smile in his eyes, "You look more pleasing to the eye when you look panicked than when you look cold."

She looked around, and other people in the class were already looking at Xie Mingchao from time to time because of Xie Mingchao's rescue.

Especially the few girls who looked at him with resentful eyes yesterday, now they are gnashing their teeth and staring at him.

The girls who were listed as mother fans by Shen Qing, their eyes lit up as expected, and excitedly got together to have a lively discussion.

Shen Qing withdrew her gaze, turned sideways and asked tentatively: "Student Xie, do you know you have fans?"

He raised his eyelids, his eyes were indifferent, "Why do you always put your mind in strange places."

"Then where to put it, study or you?"

Xie Mingchao's eyelashes trembled, and his voice was low: "Don't think of me."

Shen Qing felt that she still needed to salvage her image, "Student Xie, you misunderstood."

He glanced at her coldly, then lowered his eyes and continued writing the question, "I don't believe it."

The image of shamelessness seems to have penetrated into his heart.

Shen Qing opened the sketchbook, planning to draw something casually to pass the morning self-study.

A small booklet was suddenly thrown in front of him, with several large characters of different sizes printed on the cover: Ancient Poetry Recitation Manual.

"You carry this on your back."

She flipped through a few pages, but there were no notes on them, and they looked like they were new. "Then won't you recite it?"

"There is no need to repeat what you have memorized back and forth."

Shen Qing sadly condemned his behavior of only buying but not watching: "Then how can you waste money?"

"Bought by my family," Xie Mingchao took out several notebooks and counseling materials from a drawer and pushed them to her, "I gave them to you."

"Can't you use it?" She flipped through the content, and the textbook was compiled very carefully.

"It doesn't work."

Chen Ziwan bought these materials when he started school. Although he said that he didn't need them, she felt that there were too few opportunities to participate in his life on weekdays, so she lowered her face aggrievedly.

No matter how many years passed, there was no way to leave traces of time on her face, which was famous for its pure ceiling in the entertainment industry.

But the eyes of the purest little white flower in the entertainment circle turned red, Xie Mingchao could only choose to compromise.

"I knew that our family loved my mother the most!" Chen Ziwan happily tiptoed up to her and kissed his face in the next second.

"Sure enough, only poor students have a lot of stationery." Shen Qing counted the prices behind all the materials, "I can't take yours for nothing, shall I transfer the money to you?"

Xie Mingchao's pen tip stopped, thinking of Chen Ziwan's exhausted posture of running around looking for a job for money and often leaving early and returning late.

He stopped breathing for a moment, but he still said, "No need."

"Don't be so polite," she had already taken out her phone and scanned it, "Is it WeChat or Alipay?"

Xie Mingchao raised his eyes and stared at her for a moment, the previous indifference disappeared from his eyes.

"I didn't bring my phone."

Shen Qing didn't take it seriously, and wrote down her mobile phone number on the paper, "Then why don't you go back and add my WeChat?"

He looked at the paper and hand that had unconsciously crossed the dividing line, and pulled out the paper.

"it is good."

Zhang Jianshan took Shen Qing's Chinese answer sheet and rushed to the office. After seeing that there was almost no one there, he realized that only the head teacher would come so early at this time.

"I'm so happy and silly." He patted his stomach in frustration, took a photo of the composition and sent it to the grade language group.

[Quickly read this composition! 】

[I haven't seen a student write this level for many years! 】

The other language teachers were either eating breakfast or on their way to work, and were swiped by Zhang Jianshan's news, so they could only pick up their mobile phones to check.

【It's really good】

[This word is really well written, I have to speed up and go to the school to see for myself]

[Old Zhang, where did you get the test paper?I remember that I have never seen such a composition in this exam? 】

Zhang Jianshan: [Proud.jpg was written by a new student in my class]

[Xie Mingchao's composition can't reach this level, it seems that Lao Zhang is very lucky, there are two such outstanding students in the class]

[The other parts should also be answered well, right?By the way? 】

Before Zhang Jianshan was only focused on reading the composition, he turned his face full of joy, and when he saw all 1s and 0s, his smile froze on his face.

At first, he thought that Xie Mingchao gave low marks on purpose, after all, every question was filled with horizontal lines, but after looking at the content, he answered completely irrelevant.

Is a composition master, but only limited to the composition part.

Zhang Jianshan: [Let’s just look at the composition part]

He didn't expect that there would be students who could write composition and reading comprehension separately.

The teachers of the Chinese grade group of the second year of high school were all gathered around a table, and they all looked at the papers on the table intently.

A teacher suggested: "I think it is necessary to print multiple copies for students in each class to study."

Hearing that other people agreed with it, Zhang Jianshan asked worriedly: "Only the composition part will be printed?"

"Oh, by the way, let's take a look at the other questions. This paper should have a high score, and the composition can get a full score." The teacher said that he was about to turn the page, but Zhang Jianshan immediately held it down.

"Just read the essay!"

The teacher didn't understand, so he insisted on looking at the back, "The composition is so well written, the subjective questions should be good too?"

He just lifted a corner, and when he saw the grading in the corner, he put it back in embarrassment, "Indeed, the main thing is to read the composition."

"Why are you two so reluctant to look behind?" The more they covered up, the more curious the other teachers became.

When they saw the scores on the paper, there was a collective silence.

As a result, the name of Shen Qing's composition master spread in the Chinese grade group.

Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the answer sheet with full marks, "Thank you teacher."

Zhang Jianshan hesitated to speak, and finally opened his mouth under the pressure of many Chinese teachers behind him: "Did you complete this composition independently?"

She nodded slightly, "Yes, Xie Mingchao can testify."

"It's not that the teacher doubted you on purpose," he coughed embarrassingly, "it's because the contrast between your front and back is too great."

Shen Qing could understand Zhang Jianshan's mood, and said truthfully: "The standard answer is too rigid and traditional. I don't think the author's original intention is so complicated."

Zhang Jianshan looked at her in surprise, and then sighed, "Student Shen Qing, I can understand your thoughts. Although it is too rigid to say that there are standard answers in Chinese, the current education method is exam-oriented education. We can only choose to adapt. Changing such a traditional education model is a very big project, and there should be no major changes in the past ten years."

"But I won't change my way of thinking just because of a fixed answer."

Drawing requires imagination and creation, and Shen Qing doesn't want to limit her thinking because of scoring.

"Teacher can understand." Zhang Jianshan sighed. Although he attached great importance to grades, for a special student like Shen Qing, he still couldn't bear to destroy her unique thoughts.

As if he remembered something, he called Shen Qing who was about to enter the classroom, "By the way, there will be running exercises every Monday, Wednesday and Friday between classes. Today is Wednesday, so don't rush to the canteen after class."

(End of this chapter)