Returning to high school, I bound the Xueba system

Gu Jingtian smiled mysteriously and said, "Of course I didn't tell her..."

Zhou Sui couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Then do you think that sister Mingzhu won't investigate by herself?"

Gu Jingtian continued to say calmly: "I don't care if she checks it or not, anyway, what I said to her has another meaning!"

Zhou Sui asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

Gu Jingtian smiled slyly, and said mysteriously: "I told her that sunflowers represent vitality, so I'm telling sister Mingzhu that I'm back to health, so don't worry about it!"

One year old couldn't help complaining: "You are really good! You are really there!"

Gu Jingtian said stinkingly: "Of course!"

While the two partners were chatting, Ding Nanxing, who walked into the classroom with Wang Yanshu, saw the interaction between Zhou Sui and Gu Jingtian, and couldn't help feeling sour again...

Ding Nanxing glanced at Wang Yanshu, and reminded Wang Yanshu with his eyes, don't forget what he explained to Wang Yanshu when he was outside.

Looking at Ding Nanxing's expression, Wang Yanshu naturally understood what Ding Nanxing meant, but Wang Yanshu herself was still a little hesitant whether to do what Ding Nanxing said...

Ding Nanxing seemed to have seen Wang Yanshu's hesitation, and couldn't help but said to Wang Yanshu earnestly: "Yanshu, you look so kind...I'm really worried that you will be bullied often in the future! "

When Wang Yanshu heard Ding Nanxing's words, she fell silent. She couldn't help but wonder, was it true or fake when the tablemate treated her before her first birthday?

Through recent contact, Ding Nanxing has learned that Wang Yanshu is a very indecisive and entangled character. In order to achieve his goal, he couldn't help but want to add fire to the side, and said: "Yanshu, every time I see When you are with Zhou Sui, I always feel very distressed. You see that Zhou Sui has so many friends, but you only have her as a friend. She knows that you have so few friends, so she will go out with others on weekends , but didn't ask you out, I feel wronged for you just thinking about it..."

Wang Yanshu couldn't help but clenched her fists, and didn't say another word.

After returning to her seat and sitting down, Wang Yanshu adjusted her mood and asked Zhou Sui eagerly: "At the same table, have you finished writing your composition for the competition?"

Seeing that Wang Yanshu was concerned about composition at the age of one, she thought: Maybe Wang Yanshu still has no idea about participating in the new concept composition competition.

That being the case, then don't act too sure, otherwise it will hurt the confidence of Wang Yanshu at the same table too much.

So, Zhou Sui replied, "I haven't started writing yet, how are you preparing?"

Ding Nanxing also listened to Zhou Sui's answer with his ears pricked up, and heard that Zhou Sui's answer was - not yet written.

Thinking about it, I can only care more, and asked frequently.

Wang Yanshu replied with a guilty conscience: "I haven't written it yet. One year old, do you have any good ideas?"

Zhou Sui wanted to continue comforting Wang Yanshu at the same table, so he shook his head and replied, "I haven't thought about it yet. After all, it's an entry composition, and it also requires innovation, so I'm still thinking about it."

Thinking of Ding Nanxing, who just explained her affairs outside, Wang Yanshu continued to ask: "Then do you have any inclinations? For example, what kind of topics are you writing about?"

Listening to what Wang Yanshu said at the same table, Zhou Sui thought: Maybe Wang Yanshu at the same table didn't have any ideas, so I asked myself this, so I told Wang Yanshu truthfully about my plan: "My idea is to write an essay. The composition competition in the newspaper is about the lives of ordinary people, and the essays are written with feelings. I think this angle is still very good. This time it may be related to ordinary people, and then write an essay.”

Wang Yanshu continued to ask: "If you write prose, you need more writing skills."

Zhou Sui nodded and said, "It is true that writing prose requires some skills, but the central idea is still related to the lives of ordinary people, and then let more people pay attention to the lives of ordinary people."

Wang Yanshu nodded clearly.

One year old, upon seeing this, he smiled and asked, "Did I give you some ideas?"

When Wang Yanshu heard the question about her first birthday, for some reason, she felt a sense of guilt deep in her heart.

Ding Nanxing, who had been listening to the conversation between Wang Yanshu and Zhou Sui, could not help but slanted the corners of his mouth at the side, and spit inwardly: "I thought Zhou Sui was clever, but I didn't expect that he was also a fool. …”

The class bell rang, and Chinese teacher Wang walked into the classroom again with a happy face.

Apart from the class where he is the class teacher, Mr. Wang's favorite thing is to come to the key liberal arts class of Class [-] of Senior High School, because his beloved student is here for the first year of life.

One year old is hard-working and serious, and because he has to prepare for the professional course exam of broadcasting and hosting, one year old has also put a lot of effort into literature, history and philosophy.

Not only has Chinese been learned in advance, but I also spend a lot of time reading books at the age of one year. In Chinese class, I can often talk with Teacher Wang in a divergent way about a problem.

Since I participated in the h provincial newspaper composition competition last time when I was one year old and won the first prize, Mr. Wang will also copy out the Chinese composition of my year old every time I take the weekly test, monthly test, midterm, and final exam, and use it as my own The composition model of the class is for everyone to circulate.

It is also because of this that Ding Nanxing has in his hands the composition he wrote every time he was one year old. Ding Nanxing knows very well that if he knows himself and the enemy, he will win a hundred battles.

For this reason, Ding Nanxing specially asked the Chinese teacher found by his family to help him, and used the excuse of tutoring Chinese to carefully analyze all the compositions of Zhou Sui, whether it was from the perspective of the composition or the writing technique, he conducted a careful study.

Recently, when I ordered an actor to be with Wang Yanshu, I would often discuss with Wang Yanshu about writing techniques and the conception angle of some types of compositions.

Wang Yanshu, although she felt that what Ding Nanxing explained to her had really made her improve a lot, but she didn't know why, and always felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

But Ding Nanxing's explanation for this is - after all, the Chinese teacher hired by the family is extremely high-level, and it is very likely that when Wang Yanshu read the composition model books before, the excellent model essays are also written in this way. Well!

Wang Yanshu didn't do much research on the comparison, but agreed that what Ding Nanxing said was very reasonable...

In this way, a Chinese class passed slowly and in a trance under Ding Nanxing's calculations.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Teacher Wang looked at Zhou Sui and said, "Come to my office!"