My friends are gods

Chapter 38
"Teacher, I'll go!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wanqing immediately raised her hand and said loudly that she just wanted to see how Song Qiming would deal with this matter.

"Um?!"

Song Qiming in front suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou Wanqing in surprise, this chick is a typical spectator who doesn't think it's a big deal!

"Okay, then classmate Zhou will go."

Teacher Mu Han nodded slightly, and said with a gratified smile.

"Good sister, from today onwards, our two newcomers will be of one mind!"

Zhong Biling gave Zhou Wanqing a thumbs up and said, these days, there are still many people with lofty ideals, and bad students should not be allowed to dominate!
Not long after, Zhou Wanqing came back with two homework, handed them to Mu Han, and said, "Teacher, all the homework is here."

"You don't need to give it to me." Mu Han smiled and said, "Just give it to Song Qiming and Zhong Biling."

"it is good."

Zhou Wanqing narrowed her eyes into crescent moons, walked over slowly with two homework, put them on Song Qiming's desk, and said softly, "Student Song Qiming, you have to do your homework well."

This is how to do?
Song Qiming watched the homework on his desk, looked at the astronomical topic on it, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Zhong Biling took the homework sent by Zhou Wanqing, glanced at it, then confidently took out the pen, bowed his head and started writing.

The gap between the two is clear at a glance.

One is still in a daze, and the other is already writing hard.

Mu Han walked over slowly, stood beside Song Qiming, approached Song Qiming lightly, glanced at the homework that was still blank, and smiled slightly: "Student Song Qiming, I forgot to tell you, Zhong Biling is in another school. At that time, she was No.1 all year round, but this time, the school has spent a lot of effort in poaching her."

Song Qiming's mouth twitched: "..."

Is this motivating yourself or mocking yourself?

Taking a deep breath, Song Qiming gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you, Teacher Mu Han, for your kind reminder!"

"Well, you're welcome."

Mu Han waved his hand casually, and said: "You are my student, so I naturally want to remind you, you can do your best."

She walked slowly to Zhong Biling's side, glanced at the homework, and said with a smile: "Not bad, I've written one-fifth of it, and it's all right."

The voice of these words was not loud, but Song Qiming could hear them clearly.

It was clear that he was provoking Song Qiming.

However, Song Qiming was still unable to attack, and could only stare at the problem in a daze.

At this time, a note was handed over.

The hand that passed the note was very white and tender, and it looked like a woman's hand.

Song Qiming froze for a moment, slowly raised his head, looked up along his hand, and saw a fat face with a smile.

hateful!

It turned out to be Mu Han!
"Take it, it's useful to you."

With a faint smile, Mu Han gently put the note on Song Qiming's desk.

Song Qiming stared at the blank homework for a while, not knowing where to start, looked at the note on his desk, and finally sighed, hoping that this teacher could really help him.

He opened the note.

Then, his face turned livid.

On the note, there is a famous saying - read through thousands of volumes, and write like a master.

"It's a trick to say that I didn't study hard!"

Song Qiming gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Damn it, it's just saying that I haven't read thousands of books, it's mocking me!"

He looked up and stared at Mu Han, who happened to be staring at him too, and sent a relieved smile.

He tore the note into pieces fiercely.

Mu Han nodded with a smile, with a relieved expression, not believing that this thorn could not be cured.

"I've written one-third of it."

Later, Zhou Wanqing watched Zhong Biling answer the question, and said intentionally or unintentionally.

Song Qiming in front grinned.

"Give me such a note to mock me, and Zhou Wanqing is also watching the fun. Today, the start of school makes me very unhappy."

Song Qiming gritted his teeth and picked up the pen, but he didn't know what to do. If he tried to write, he couldn't write well.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind.

"By the way, write like a god!"

With a slight light in front of his eyes, Song Qiming's mouth slowly curled into a smile.

If there is a spell for writing, it is an auxiliary spell that can help the owner write everything, but it can be used for anything related to the pen.

Thinking of this spell, Song Qiming made up his mind, stretched lazily, and turned his head to glance at Zhong Biling's homework, half of which had been written.

"Look at what!"

Zhong Biling gave Song Qiming a hard look, and said, "Don't try to copy my homework!"

Song Qiming sneered again and again, and said: "I copied your homework? Are you kidding around the world? Is it necessary for me to copy your homework? It's just to check your progress. Since you have already written half of it, then I started writing."

While talking, Song Qiming picked up a pen seriously.

Zhong Biling looked at Song Qiming suspiciously, is this guy really capable?

Mu Han on the podium also looked at Song Qiming with a frown. He was apprehensive at first, but why is he so confident now?

Is it a fake, or does it really have capital?

When everyone was puzzled, Song Qiming held the pen, and with a slight movement of his mind, the spell of "writing like a god" was cast.

"Buzz!"

A yellow light that only Song Qiming could see, flickered slightly, and then attached to the pen, the pen brightened slightly, and then returned to calm.

Ordinary people can't see all this, only Song Qiming can see it.

He can still clearly feel that this pen is connected with his mind, as long as he gives a writing command, the pen will answer the question by itself.

This feeling is very comfortable.

There is a sense of equanimity that everything is under control.

"Answer the question!"

Song Qiming silently issued an order in his heart.

Then, the pen moved automatically, and the writing speed was so fast that there was no need to think at all. Characters and fonts would appear on the paper one by one, and Song Qiming only needed to hold the pen and move his hand to follow the pen.

The speed of writing is getting faster and faster.

Song Qiming pretended that he was answering the question seriously, but he was actually very happy.

When I got this pen last night, I still thought it was a useless tool. Now it seems that it is not completely useless.

At least, in terms of answering questions, no one can compare.

Moreover, Song Qiming could see clearly that the fonts and characters he wrote had a different charm.

This kind of charm, even the top calligraphy and painting masters, may not be able to write it.

One stroke, one stroke, one stroke, all are so professional, so delicate and neat, people can't pick out the slightest fault.

(End of this chapter)