Master Pei pretended to be poor again to cheat his wife

.It's another Monday.

This weekend Yuantang was a bit boring, because Jiang Yan told her that Pei Xunzhi had something to go out with him on the weekend, and asked her to make arrangements for this weekend and have a good rest.

"I just saw that your younger sister came back to school, submissive, as if she was really scared by what happened last time." Shen Qingyue said to Yuan Tang, "I heard that her mother helped her pay Qi Yang a lot of money, Now at school, you only dare to behave with your tail between your legs, Tangtang, you are right, the price of reconciliation is enough for her to suffer."

"Eat what you want." Yuan Tang looked at the book in his hand and responded to Shen Qingyue.

The female classmate in the front row was whispering: "She is so pretending, she reads some books that seem to be very tall every day, can she understand her?"

"One operation is as fierce as a tiger, and the biological score is 25."

Yuan Tang turned the page of the book, and it showed that this was the last page of the book.

"Stop reading extracurricular books, Tangtang. Ye Juhua will have to silently write the Preface to Tengwang Pavilion in Chinese class later, don't you want to review it?" Shen Qingyue poked Yuantang, "Ye Juhua was criticized by the principal because of your sister. Teacher ratings are problematic, and I’m in a very bad mood recently, so please don’t mess with her.”

"No rush." ​​Yuan Tang calmly read the last page of the book in his hand, "I'm almost done, I'll go to the library to change a book later."

Shen Qingyue was helpless, she opened the language book, ready to consolidate the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" that she had already memorized: "I'll read the preface to the Pavilion of King Teng first."

Ye Juhua, a Chinese teacher, assigned a task last Friday to recite the newly learned ancient Chinese "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" and write it silently in this Chinese class.

Who doesn't know that "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" is "the first Fu in the ages", the full text is long, the rhetoric is gorgeous and obscure, and it is very difficult to recite.

Especially when Ye Juhua had a big incident in her class recently, she was not in a good mood, and this big incident happened to be related to another class she taught.

So Ye Juhua now has a great hatred for Class 4. He loses his temper in class and assigns a lot of homework every day... It seems that Class 4 is used as a sandbag to vent.

Ye Juhua is not the only one who hates Yuan Qi now, even the entire Class 4 of Senior Three hates Yuan Qi deeply.

For this reason, the whole class is in a state of anxiety, writing cheat sheets, changing the civet cat for the prince... racking their brains to think of a way to pass this dictation.

Only Yuan Tang was still reading her extracurricular books.

Yuan Tang didn't close the book until she saw the last word on the last page.

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Yuan Tang slowly took out his language documents and read the ancient text "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

This is the second time she has read this ancient text, the first time was when Ye Juhua was teaching a new class.

The class bell rang, and the Chinese teacher Ye Juhua walked in: "This class gives you 15 minutes to silently write the full text of the Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion. The old rule is that if you make a mistake within five words, you will pass the test."

"Aren't articles of this length used to be ten characters long?" asked a classmate.

"Am I the teacher or are you the teacher? I can say as many words as I want!" Ye Juhua said in an arrogant and unreasonable tone, and seemed to be still angry. "It's not me who takes the exam, don't haggle here!"

After a while of restlessness, everyone reluctantly took out their own Chinese dictation books, picked up a pen and started dictating.

Some students wrote a few words and then looked up at Ye Juhua on the stage, which was obviously a sign of guilt;

Some students seem to have squinted eyes. They write whatever they write at the same table.

Ye Juhua could clearly see the minds of these students. She deliberately stood on the podium with her head lowered to correct other homework, and did not come down to inspect: "Some people, what's the use of fooling around with dictation now, if you don't come out during the exam. It’s useless, why bother to deceive yourself and others.”

The students at the bottom naturally ignored Ye Juhua's eccentricity at the top, and it would be true if he wrote the silent words first.

Shen Qingyue was writing furiously with her head down, paying no attention to the surrounding situation.When she reached the penultimate paragraph of dictation, her memory was a little fuzzy, she paused, and recalled the content of that sentence. After thinking, she glanced at the dictation progress of the people around her, and saw Yuan Tang lying on the table and taking a nap. Under his hand was a dictation book with the last word written.

Thinking that Yuan Tang should have used the "civet cat for the prince" technique, he had written a copy in advance, and handed in the written copy directly when he received the notebook.Shen Qingyue didn't use it too much, after all, it was a common method for students in the class to write silently.

After 15 minutes, Ye Juhua asked the language team leader of each group to collect everyone's dictation books, and then sent them out in a random order.

"It's still the old rule. Students correct each other, and they must correct it seriously. If I find someone covering up or not seriously correcting it, I will bear the consequences."

After handing out the dictation notebook, what Yuan Tang got was a classmate she didn't know.

"My favorite is to correct Qi Yang's homework." Shen Qingyue beside him smiled knowingly.

Yuan Tang looked over and saw that there were only three lines written on the notebook in Shen Qingyue's hand.

The first line: Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng
Second row: Wang Bo
The third line: the old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu.The star is divided into wing Zhen, and the ground is connected
Yuan Tang looked down at the densely written dictation book he got: "..."

Who doesn't like to change Qi Yang's homework?

Shen Qingyue looked at the notebook in Yuan Tang's hand, thinking that Yuan Tang's grades in the past should not have been very good, and it would be really difficult for her to correct such long-winded ancient prose, so she said, "Would you like to change it with me? I can help you correct it. "

"Thank you." Yuan Tang found it troublesome, and agreed to exchange dictation books with Shen Qingyue.

Shen Qingyue pointed to the original text on the language book with his left hand, and pointed to the words on the dictation book with the red pen with his right hand. If you write "failure" everywhere, you will complete the task directly.

In 2 minutes in the United States, Shen Qingyue also finished correcting: "She just made five mistakes, so lucky... I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have written the word 'Luan' wrong in 'The Body of the Hill'! Bless you, Don't exceed five words!"

Yuan Tang idly twirled the pen, waiting for Ye Juhua to ask to collect the dictation book.

"After the corrections are made, pass it on to the class representative. The class representative will register what has passed and what has not passed, and show it to me after class." Seeing that everyone has made almost the same, Ye Juhua continued to teach.

After class, the representative of the Chinese class handed over two stacks of homework books and registration forms to Ye Juhua.

Ye Juhua picked up the form and glanced at it roughly: "How come so few people passed?"

The representative of the Chinese class complained in his heart, not because this ancient prose is too difficult!In addition to deliberately writing wrong words, many people who type cheats accidentally copy many wrong words without anyone noticing.

"Yuan Tang?" Seeing the name, Ye Juhua asked the representative of the Chinese class, "Has she passed?"

"Yes, it's over."

Ye Juhua didn't quite believe it: "Show me Yuan Tang's dictation book."

The representative of the Chinese class immediately dug out Yuan Tang's dictation book and gave it to Ye Juhua.

Looking at the black and white words on the dictation book, Ye Juhua just nodded with a sneer, and said to the representative of the Chinese class: "Got it, go back to your seat first."

This is two consecutive Chinese classes, and the next class is still a Chinese class. As soon as the class starts, Ye Juhua will read out the names of the students who have passed the test silently.

"Yuan Tang."

When saying Yuan Tang's name, Ye Juhua deliberately pronounced these two words in rhythmic rhythm.

Sure enough, when the students in the class heard Yuan Tang's name, they all had a tacit understanding.

"The text this time is very difficult. There are not many students who have passed the test silently. The one who made the least mistakes in the class also made three mistakes. However, Yuan Tang got all the words right. It seems that after class, he is finished. It's a lot of effort, not bad, Yuan Tang, you've made progress." Ye Juhua's tone was full of strong sarcasm.

"No, this Yuantang really dares."

"Which one of us didn't write a few wrong words on purpose, just to pass the test. Why is she so awesome, she copied word for word, is it because she is afraid that the teacher will not find out that her dictation is copied?"

"Forget about the other texts. This Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng is so difficult, it's outrageous for her to copy it all correctly."

"What if someone really wrote it silently?"

"How is it possible? I saw Yuan Tang's previous grades in No. [-] High School from Boss Zhong... It was terrible! She was the one at the end of the year in No. [-] Middle School, what do you think? She didn't put Tengwang Pavilion Preface and Jing Yesi together." It's already done."

"..."

Yuan Tang lowered his head and boredly flipped through the textbook "One Hundred Classic Composition Routines" handed out by the school, turning a deaf ear to what was going on in the classroom.