My host is lazy again

Chapter 508
He walked into the classroom with his hands behind his back, walking in the standard little old man's posture, holding books and monthly exam papers in his hands.Looking cheerfully at today's exceptionally well-behaved student, he cleared his throat, "The results of this monthly exam are out, everyone has seen it."

All the students answered in unison: "I see!"

"Just see it. Here, I want to praise Sheng Chao..."

Next, it was the moment when Mr. Wang Balabala praised others.

He also took Sheng Chao's answer sheet and demonstrated it to the whole class. He smiled so that the creases at the corners of his eyes wrinkled together, squeezing his already small eyes even smaller, almost narrowing them into a slit.

After boasting No.1, he praised the students who passed the language again.

Of course, only two people passed the test.

After boasting, it is natural to have criticism.

Holding the list, he glanced at those students who only scored more than ten points in the test, and felt that the veins on their foreheads were twitching.

After looking at it for a while, he put down the list and waved his hands at them: "Forget it, I won't read the names, so as not to hurt your self-confidence and self-esteem, it's good for everyone to know. I hope you will work harder and strive for the next time. You can make some progress in the next exam... Also, student Luo Jian, please stand up."

He said the last sentence with a smile, and his tone was gentle.

Luo Jian, who was suddenly called by name, raised her head in confusion.

She moved her chair and stood up, put her hands on the table, stared straight ahead with a pair of watery eyes, and waited obediently and softly for the teacher on the podium to speak.

The homeroom teacher Lao Wang smiled kindly and asked, "Luo Jian, why don't you write essays?"

There are also many students in the class who didn't write essays, but why did he specifically point her up?That's because she got all the questions right, which shows that she has this language ability, but when she turned to the back of the answer sheet, the composition was blank.

This is a lot of hips.

Listening to this question, all the students in the class looked towards the last row, waiting for her answer.

Sheng Chao vaguely guessed.

Luo Jian pursed her bright red lips, and replied slowly: "Because I have to write a lot of words, so I don't want to write."

Teacher Wong:"……"

He thought she would say that there was not enough time to answer the questions during the exam, but he didn't expect that she was too lazy to write.

The corner of his mouth twitched, he nudged his glasses, and then broke up with her earnestly and heartbrokenly: "Well, this composition has such a high score, how can you not write it? Look, you now have 80 points, if you write the composition , I must have passed, and maybe I can still get 120, so next time, I must write the composition for me."

Luo Jian didn't want to agree.

There are too many words, at least [-] words.

After writing, my hands will be sore and I will feel sleepy.

But seeing the head teacher's expression that if she didn't agree, he would immediately show her a heart attack, she sighed, and obediently responded, "That's good."

Reluctance can be heard in the tone.

Chinese class is followed by math class.

When the math teacher came in, he was also cheerful.

As expected, he first praised Sheng Chao, who had a perfect score in mathematics, and called on everyone to learn from him.

Then he named and praised Luo Jian, who scored 148 in mathematics.

Mathematics No.1 taught a mathematics second. The mathematics teacher was very pleased. At the same time, he also deeply reflected on his teaching mode.

He was thinking, did he indulge these little bastards too much?

So much so that their math is so poor.

(End of this chapter)