Nuwa's rebirth school beauty

Chapter 14 Class 8
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Feeling a fiery gaze staring at him, Shang Han slowly raised his head, his eyes calm.

The homeroom teacher tremblingly picked up Shang Han's composition, holding it in his hand as if holding an ancient object, his tone trembling, and subconsciously asked: "Who is your father and mother's archaeological friend?"

The attention of the whole class was focused on Shang Han, and everyone listened with their ears upright.

"Shang Qiwei."

Shang Han casually made up a name.

When I remembered something, I realized that in this era, oracle bone inscriptions were no longer written, but a simplified version of Chinese characters.Although she said that she should be able to write Chinese characters, but she didn't quite agree with it in her heart, and always felt that something was missing.

The head teacher asked the name just for verification, but he didn't listen carefully to the person's name.When she heard the name, she sighed in relief. She thought that a child could write oracle bone inscriptions...that was a terrifying thing.

The homeroom teacher kept trembling while holding the composition. You must know that this is a mysterious language that has disappeared for thousands of years, and it is a national cultural relic. If you are not careful, the text thousands of years ago will be cut off.

It is said that this language is earlier than the origin of Chinese civilization.

The head teacher ran out of the classroom door in a hurry and disappeared.

After a while, the two ran over with the director of the admissions office who looked surprised.

"Are you sure you recruited the child correctly?"

The director of the admissions office was stunned at the moment. The test papers for Shang Han's exam were kept in her office without any changes. How could they make a mistake?

If she had known that this little girl was so awesome, she would have been supported by her a long time ago, and if she could bring honor to the school, she would have more face than others.

The oracle bone inscriptions written in a flowing manner, with strong and beautiful fonts, not only have archaeological value, but also have great collection value.

However, the oracle bone inscriptions with such a collection value are actually written on the composition texts of primary school students. One by one, the light green square grids frame the beautiful and picturesque oracle bone inscriptions. This style of painting is not harmonious.

The director of the admissions office held his homework book and couldn't calm down.

Then in a flash, he ran out of the classroom and disappeared, along with Shang Han's composition.

There was another ringing sound, this is the school bell.

The head teacher dismissed the classmates from school, and looked at Shang Han with searching eyes.

Shang Han felt like a cultural relic exposed to tens of thousands of cameras, being picked up from beginning to end.

Helplessly smiled.

She originally planned to keep a low profile, but it turned out to be counterproductive.

But even so, you have to be careful in everything, try your best not to get ahead, otherwise you will cause yourself a lot of trouble in the future.

After school, there is dinner that can be eaten in school.Although their elementary school dismisses at around [-] o'clock, the junior high school has to go to the evening self-study, so the school provides dinner, and the elementary and middle school students are free to open it. It is a very humane school.

The students around saw that Shang Han didn't go home with his schoolbag on his back, but walked towards the cafeteria, so they put down their schoolbags one by one, and followed Shang Han impulsively.

When the surrounding classes saw Shang Han walking towards the school cafeteria, they also followed suit.

The cafeteria where there are not many people after school is usually full in an instant, and the junior high school students are wondering, is it noon now?I looked at my watch, there was no mistake, the elementary school students were all out of school.Depressed for a long time without a correct answer, I buried my head in reading books like gold.

(End of this chapter)