I Like You

Sitting back in her position, Lin Wei picked up a pen and continued to draw the circuit diagram. Hearing Jiang Zhangyun's last words, she shook her hand and almost pierced the paper: "..."

The whole class lowered their heads, pursed their mouths and smiled hard: "..."

Jiang Zhangyun dropped the gaze that fell on Jiang Su's face, and stopped at Lin Wei, who was writing and drawing on the table with a pen: "Lin Wei, come and read Jiangsu's composition for everyone."

Lin Wei wanted to get up subconsciously.

"You don't need to get up, just sit and read." Jiang Zhangyun said again.

Lin Wei put away the standing motion, pulled out the 0-point roll under the draft paper, turned to look at the composition, not looking at it, she didn't laugh on the spot.

More than 30 people in the class waited for a few seconds, without waiting for a sound, they turned their heads to look at Lin Wei.

Under everyone's gaze, Lin Wei took a deep breath, suffocated a smile, and said in a straightforward manner like a pupil reading: "Teacher, no, you are getting closer and closer, don't confiscate my phone."

Out of the corner of Lin Wei's eyes, seeing Bai Jian buried his face on the table, the laughing pony tail trembled.

The other classmates pursed their mouths, or covered their mouths, or turned around... Anyway, due to Jiang Su's appalling legend, the class was in a complete mess.

Seeing Jiang Zhangyun did not stop, Lin Wei paused for two seconds and continued to read in a serious manner: "Teacher, no, it's all because I didn't take good care of you. I don't know how many questions I am talking about. Are you really angry..."

"puff……"

After enduring it for a long time, Lin Wei couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

Her smile caused the whole class who was about to endure the illness to burst into laughter.

Lin Wei glanced back, not too embarrassed, the standing teenager seemed to have heard no laughter, with no emotional color on his face.

Jiang Zhangyun tried his best to straighten her face, but she laughed without success. While smiling, she took the eraser and patted the table, "Okay, don't laugh."

After the laughter in the class disappeared completely, Jiang Zhangyun scanned the dozens of heads sitting below with a serious face: "Our class's highest score this time is Liang Sichen with a score of 144.5. This is also the monthly test score. First grade."

"Everyone knows that Liang Sichen's Chinese is very strong, especially in composition, literary talent, lyrical first-rate, and won the National New Concept Composition Award. In the second year of high school, he likes to pass a sentence. Liang Sichen's Chinese test paper is a model test paper, but the most I have seen A good Chinese test paper is not Liang Sichen's, but a student I took two years ago."

"He gave me a test paper, and I couldn’t find any flaws, but I deducted 0.5 points from the composition student in order to give him more room for improvement. The theme of the test paper was related to the Internet. What he wrote was Public opinion, the last sentence, I remember so far, public opinion is a double-edged sword that can save or kill people."

As Jiang Zhangyun said, his eyes fell on Jiang Su who was standing in the last row: "Jiansu, do you feel familiar?"

During Jiang Zhangyun's speech, Jiang Su, which was gradually forgotten by everyone, once again became the focus of the class.

Facing the class teacher's roll call, he lowered his head slightly to look at the desktop, and he didn't mean to speak back.

The classmates in Class 1 are not stupid. Although Jiang Zhangyun didn't say it clearly, everyone knows that the test paper she just said was forcibly deducted by 0.5 points from Jiang Su's hand.

Everyone in the class knows that Jiangsu used to be the champion in the senior high school entrance examination, had written essays in the high school entrance examination, and won many Olympiad awards for the fourth high school. The arrogant people feel that the rumors about Jiang Su's once awesomeness are a bit exaggerated.

As their head teacher, Jiang Zhangyun is inevitably a bit demanding on their Chinese performance, even though they are in a science class.

In fact, the language scores of many science classes cannot be compared with liberal arts classes, but they are different this year. They are taken care of by Jiang Zhangyun, and they are not much worse than the top students in the liberal arts class.

This level is because Jiang Zhangyun's requirements are really strict. No matter how good the exam is, she will pick something wrong for you. This is the first time she has taken them to praise.

At first it seemed to be praising Liang Sichen, but in fact he was praising Jiang Su.

The former Jiangsu.

Everyone's eyes looked at Jiang Su, with more or less changes.

Especially the sentence that the head teacher read just now is really well written.

Seeing Jiang Su's silence, Jiang Zhangyun didn't force him to respond to himself, "Okay, I have said everything that should be said in the monthly exam summary, and laughed all that should be laughed. Now I start to talk about the paper..."

"Oh, yes, Jiang Su, anyway, you don't attend class anyway. Since you don't attend class, just copy the paper. Isn't Lin Wei's paper in your hand? I have corrected her wrong questions. Stand with a pen and copy it to me, and copy all the answers to the questions carefully. If you can't finish copying, don't go home tonight."

Jiang Zhangyun shouted out Jiang Su again, causing everyone to sweep their eyes to the last row again.

"Don't look back, just look forward to me, look at me, I don't think I'm more ugly than Jiang Su." Jiang Zhangyun poked the blackboard with a chalk.

More than 30 heads in a class twisted towards the blackboard, but Liang Sichen, who was in the first row, stared at Jiang Su who was standing, and took a second look.