She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 467
The class was quiet for a few seconds, and soon became lively again, completely treating this as an insignificant episode.

Xu Changhao turned his head and said in a low voice, "Obviously, why do I feel that this teacher doesn't like our class very much?"

Du Mingyu shrugged his shoulders, and replied: "Isn't that normal? He is a teacher from the City Experimental High School, and all he sees are the type of students who are top students. This is the first time he came to our No. [-] Middle School, probably You must have been frightened by our unrestrained and free school ethos."

"..."

The second day of school is the school’s routine examination. Due to the military training of freshmen in high school, this time there is no need to organize the examination room and post the examination number with great fanfare. Instead, each class and grade will conduct a unified organization. The class has a test, which is equivalent to a small test in the usual way, and the results are not ranked in the class department.

Hearing that there was an exam, Du Mingyu collapsed on the seat like a retired old man, with a melancholy expression on his face: "It's a test again, the name sounds nice, don't the teachers know? It's over In a summer vacation, there are a few who really study every day, and their grades must be unclear."

Xu Changhao continued: "I agree, I feel that after this summer vacation, my English level will stay at the level of I'm fine, really fine, thank you."

Fortunately, the two of them are close to Xueba, and they are still a little bit at the bottom of their hearts.

The first test was English. After the test paper was sent out, Du Mingyu finished filling in the name with a pen and began to sigh at the paper: "Look at this test paper, it is big and square, just like this classmate, I am stupid and flustered."

Having never touched an English word for a whole summer vacation, Du Mingyu was so worried that he even had to think about the spelling of fine for I'm fine for a long time. Finally, he relied on his grapefruit sister's answer sheet to survive the catastrophe.

After this English listening comprehension was played, Du Mingyu realized a great truth in life - some words can only be said to those who understand.

After the exam, Xu Changhao asked him, "Obviously, how do you feel about the exam?"

Du Mingyu thought about his choice of words, and said sincerely: "I think the quality of the papers for this exam is quite good. After I got them, I felt that the answer sheets are very textured and there is no color difference. The most important thing is that the hand feel is really good. Great, very slippery and comfortable to the touch. Hmm... Also, the service attitude of the invigilator is very good, and the examination room is also very comfortable, I am quite satisfied."

"..."

No. [-] Middle School has always had a fast rate of paper correction. Although there is no ranking this time, the scores are still calculated.

Now that the score is out, it will inevitably be a class meeting.

Old Xu didn't tell them much about their grades, but Mrs. Fang held on to this very tightly.

Coincidentally, the first class on Thursday morning was Mrs. Fang's class.

From the first second Master Fang stood on the podium, Du Mingyu began to feel apprehensive.

It's not that he said that every time the exam is over, Mrs. Fang has to take his Chinese test papers for surgery.

Sure enough, this time was no exception.

The class was still noisy. Mrs. Fang put the loudspeaker on the desk, knocked on the edge of the desk with the eraser, and said, "Have the students below finished talking? Tell me, and I'll talk when I'm done."

The voice below gradually became quieter.

Mrs. Fang continued to tap the eraser: "Say it, why don't you say it? Isn't it good at talking!"

After a few seconds, the class became completely silent. Among the teachers in Class [-], only Fang Shitai was a bit intimidating.

After talking about the noisy students below, Teacher Fang put the focus back on this exam.

"Du Mingyu—" Mrs. Fang looked at the test paper and called the names directly, "Stand up, tell me, how did you write this composition?"

Du Mingyu stood up in confusion.

what?
His composition this time is not bad, I feel that the composition is quite good.

Mrs. Fang took out his Chinese test paper, spread it out on the desk according to the edge of the paper, frowned and said: "You will be the teacher, I beg you, can you stop making up nonsense when writing essays?" ? Okay, let’s take a step back and forget about making it up, why can’t you make it up a little more reliably?”

Du Mingyu opened his mouth hesitantly: "...Huh?"

Mrs. Fang handed his test paper to the first row, and asked the students in the first row to pass it to the back, and asked very incomprehensibly: "Let's not talk about anything else, I just want to ask you, can you Can't you stop helping the old lady across the road? You are already in the third year of high school, why should you help this old lady? You should have finished helping the old lady in the second grade, right?"

"..." Du Mingyu didn't dare to say anything.

"Oh, you kid, I'm so worried about you. Look at your flashy brain, I'm really worried about you." Mrs. Fang was very troubled by this uninspired kid, "This is the third year of high school, and I'm not far from the college entrance examination." How long has it been, if you help the old lady cross the road again, you will really not be able to get into college."

In this class, Teacher Fang didn't talk about the papers, and gave a good ideological education class to the students in the class.

"It's not for me to study for you. If I ignore you and leave after the lecture as usual, then my salary will not be less. Think about it, is learning for me? It's for you You learned it by yourself, and when you go to university, you can play however you want, absolutely no one will care about you, but now, you still have to study hard."

"..."

A class passed in the nagging of Mrs. Fang.

After class, Du Mingyu grabbed his Chinese test paper, turned around on the stool, and sighed at Xu Changhao: "I think Mrs. Fang is embarrassing me, Fat Tiger. My life is so ordinary. This composition can still be done." What kind of flowers do you want me to weave?"

"Du Mingyu, show me your composition." Jing Xing was rarely interested, and reached out to take his test paper, then lowered his head and glanced at his composition.

——The sun was shining in the sky, and the flowers smiled at me. On the way to school today, I met an old lady, and I helped him cross the road very enthusiastically.

"..."

A veritable failure.

As for helping the old lady to cross the road, Mr. Fang was able to give him 25 points because of the strong teacher-student friendship.

"Don't help the granny across the road, can the granny you helped in the composition form a football team?" Jing Xing threw the test paper back into his arms and brought the topic back to the sentence he just said superior.

"Although your life is very ordinary, but if you can change it a little bit and change your thinking, you will definitely be able to make a vigorous composition out of your ordinary life."

"Ah? Squad leader, do you have any ideas?" Seeing that Jing Xing took the initiative to talk to him, Du Mingyu became active.

Although his squad leader's composition score is not as high as his sister Yuzu's, it is still an excellent composition that is passed on in the class.

(End of this chapter)