The music class was taken over again

The corner of Su Qi's eyes twitched, what kind of world is this!

Ning Fei snickered below.

Poetry appreciation questions, the answer ideas are easy to remember, but if you really want to do the questions, everyone's eyes are darkened.

Su Qi didn't listen well at first, but when he was called on suddenly, his mind went blank, and the teacher in charge was still watching him quietly, making him feel hairy all over, he even forgot who wrote the poem.

Seeing that he couldn't utter a word for a long time, Teacher Liang was a little unhappy, and said in a deep voice, "Let's think about the poet's life."

Su Qi couldn't tell because he could recite this poem upside down, but he forgot who wrote it.

Teacher Liang walked up to him: "Who wrote this?"

Su Qi closed her eyes, I don't know the fuck.

He bit the bullet: "This is a frontier poem..."

Teacher Liang repeated: "It's up to you to say, I ask you who wrote it?"

Su Qi said: "Wang Changling?"

Teacher Liang turned pale.

Su Qi said cautiously again: "Gao Shi?"

Teacher Liang's thumb began to rub against the knuckles of his middle finger, which was a small gesture when he was angry.

Su Qi honestly shut up, he felt that if he continued, not only Teacher Liang would die of anger, but also the great writer who had passed away for many years would not let him go.

Su Qi glanced around. Unexpectedly, the former good brothers all lowered their heads, and only Wang Chuan was speaking with his lips.

Su Qi was grateful, Wang Chuan is better.

It's just that the lips are not easy to distinguish, he can only see that the first word is Li, so he can't help but say: "Li Bai?"

Snapped!Teacher Liang exploded completely and threw the book down on the table.

"Back to back every day, use your mouth and don't use your brain, Li He's coffin is going to be overwhelmed, I will go to your house tonight to settle accounts with you..." Teacher Liang didn't speak harsh words, and he didn't know how to swear at others, but his voice was faint Cold, Su Qi shivered.

Teacher Liang didn't make it difficult for others. He breathed out and said, "Sit down first."

He went on to say: "For poetry reading and article reading, you should write more. Don't leave me empty, and don't write me a few words. Write what you have, and I will talk about composition. Don't be too busy." Write right away, make up your mind first, if you make a mistake, you can get up to [-] points. I won’t repeat the technique, I asked you to take notes before, the article must have a skeleton and flesh and blood, the central idea is the bone, and the flesh and blood must be rich , when you go back at night, memorize a few more arguments, something novel and eye-catching.”

Teacher Liang paused, and said, "I don't know if you have recited it, that... Wang Chuan."

Wang Chuan was frightened a second time and stood up tremblingly.

"Uh... um... still water runs deep, study it with great concentration, let's talk about some arguments."

Wang Chuan opened his mouth and said, "Edison..."

Teacher Liang interrupted: "It's Edison again...You can use it for junior high school students, but you can still use it for senior high school students!"

Wang Chuan had no choice but to say: "Sima Qian..."

Teacher Liang knocked on the table with his finger, impatiently: "Sima Qian, Sima Qian, it's Sima Qian again!"

When Wang Chuan was about to speak again, Teacher Liang took the first step: "You don't want to talk about Deng Jiaxian, do you?"

Wang Chuan nodded, congratulations, you got the answer right.

Teacher Liang shook his head resentfully: "You guys don't study too much."

Just after finishing the Chinese test on the first day, everyone gathered together to discuss the idea of ​​composition.

This test gave the following material: The owl met the turtledove, and the turtledove asked where it was going. The owl said, I want to move to the East Village, and the turtledove asked why. I hate my voice, but the turtledove said, why don't you change your voice? If you move to the East Village, the people in the East Village will still hate you.

Wang Chuan and several boys surrounded Ning Fei and asked, "Sister Fei, how did you write your composition?"

Ning Fei's composition scores are above 45 every time. Everyone trusts her very much. Now they are looking forward to and nervous.

Ning Fei's intention is relatively stable, she said: "What I write is to change myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, several families were happy and others were sad.

Su Qi looked at the ceiling: "It's over, it's all gone."

Wang Chuan was still wondering: "Sister Fei, I have the same idea as you, can I get forty points this time?"

Su Qi gave him a sideways look, and said sarcastically: "Forget it, your broken writing brush, that broken character, it's useless if you have the right intention."

Wang Chuan said: "You just envy me, I don't think you can pass forty."

Su Qi said disdainfully: "Whoever has no pursuit like you, my goal is fifty points!"

"Ask you, the question about the real words in classical Chinese, the clothes of men and women, are all like outsiders, and the king of Zhao summoned all the officials to discuss it. Does it mean the same thing?"

"That's right."

"Is the expression technique of poetry a combination of fiction and reality?"

"That's right, don't scare me, what I wrote is to express my will..."

"Isn't it a metaphor?"

"Peng Beihai, Feng Chaoyang, and the boundless road with books and swords, will go to Qingyun on this day next year, but laugh at the busyness of the world. Is this the sentence?"

Ning Fei, the master of Chinese language, said: "It's a combination of fiction and reality. The first half of the sentence is actually written, and the second half of the sentence is fictional. Although the first half of the sentence does have a metaphor, I think the possibility of combining fiction and reality is high."

Wang Chuan and Jiang Yu were very happy: "I got it right again!"

Only Su Qi was more depressed. He was still a representative of the Chinese class after all. Maybe even Wang Chuan was going to overwhelm him this time.

"I'll go to see math." Su Qi muffled, success or failure lies in mathematics.

After finishing the math test in the afternoon, several people started to check the answers together again. Math is more exciting, and people who don't want to hear bad news too soon stay away.

Zhang Pengfei squeezed in: "AABCD, BADDD."

Su Qi was the first to retort: ​​"It's just a fucking C, it's unscientific!"

Zhang Pengfei is not tall, but he has an imposing manner of [-] meters: "Impossible! I have checked the multiple choice questions several times this time, and they are right!"

Ning Fei thought about it for a while: "Almost,"

Su Qi pressed Zhang qingyang's head: "drive you crazy, how many points can you get in the test?"

Zhang Pengfei: "A conservative estimate of one hundred and three."

Su Qi said: "Your first question from the bottom, the one that finds the focus of an ellipse, is it the square root of two?"

Zhang Pengfei patted the table: "Root two? How do I remember that I am the root of two!"

Ning Fei thought for a while: "I am also square root two."

It took her a long time to do the calculations, and she hoped she was right. Su Qi had the same answer as hers, and Ning Fei felt a little lucky.

Zhang Pengfei didn't doubt himself because of the two-to-one situation. He said firmly, "Impossible, it's the root of two to two. Come on, let me tell you how I calculated."

But everyone didn't have the original question in their hands, and they couldn't remember the question completely. This question required a lot of calculations, and they calculated several outrageous answers after going around and around.

Wang Chuan was dizzy seeing the arguing among the great gods. He pointed to Jiang Huan and Zhou Xiu who were studying hard at the side: "Let's ask the gods of learning."

Su Qi pushed him: "Go and ask."

Wang Chuan: "Why should I go?"

Everyone said in unison: "Because you are handsome."

"you……"

Wang Chuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go. He is thick-skinned and familiar with himself. He can flirt with both men and women, but he dare not flirt with two cold academic gods.

He looked at Jiang Huan, who was immersed in mathematics, and Zhou Xiu, who was engrossed in memorizing English.The postures and expressions of the two people were exactly the same, and they looked at the test paper seriously.

It would be a great sin to disturb either.

He quietly came to Zhou Xiu's side, with a modest and respectful smile on his face: "That..."

Before he could decide what to call, Zhou Xiu raised his head, with a look of confusion on his face, Wang Chuan said apologetically, "Sister, can I bother you?"

Zhou Xiu was not so fierce, she smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

Wang Chuan said cautiously: "Can I ask, the last one of your math fill-in-the-blank questions is the one asking for focus, what did you write?"

Zhou Xiu grinned: "I forgot... Let me think about it, I seem to be root three of two."

Zhou Xiu was a shy girl, she covered her mouth and smiled ladylikely after speaking: "I don't know if I did it right."

Wang Chuan nodded and bowed, leaving a piece of Russian chocolate candy, "Thank you, sister."

Gong Gong Feifei said triumphantly over there: "Yes, you are all wrong!"

Su Qi was still dissatisfied, Ning Fei was downcast, she no longer had any chances, Zhang Pengfei's answer was not reliable, but Zhou Xiu's answer had to be believed.

She comforted herself that if she made a mistake, she would be wrong, and if she chose to fill in the blanks with no more than three mistakes, she could accept it.

Wang Chuan went to ask Jiang Huan again. Jiang Huan was struggling with a physics problem, and his brows were furrowed. She must have encountered a difficult problem. She moved the pen very quickly, and there were only a few formulas on the paper.

Wang Chuan was embarrassed to disturb him, so he walked up and down beside him.

Finally, the Great God put down his pen.

Wang Chuan adjusted his smiling face: "Sister..."

Jiang Huan frowned, not wanting to talk to her.

Wang Chuan had a cheeky face: "Sister, can I ask you what you wrote in the last part of the fill-in-the-blank question?"

Jiang Huan's tone was a bit aggressive: "Which one?"

Wang Chuan's smiling face became brighter and brighter: "That's it, please focus, what Zhou Xiu wrote is the square root of two, you..."

Jiang Huan almost dropped the words on the ground: "Square root number two! I wrote something wrong, you don't need to listen!"

After speaking, he stood up and walked away angrily.

Wang Chuan was stupid on the spot.

Su Qi, Ning Fei and Zhang Pengfei were all laughing at him, gloating at his misfortune.

Wang Chuan didn't know what he had done yet, and was in a daze.Only Ning Fei was clear in his heart, and Wang Chuan could not mention Zhou Xiu. He didn't know that these two people seemed to be in harmony with each other, but they were actually conflicting in their hearts, while Jiang Huan's mind was obviously smaller.

Su Qi is still insisting on his last stubbornness: "Impossible, I did the math again, it's Gen Er..."

Zhang Pengfei laughed loudly: "If you're wrong, you're wrong, don't struggle..."

The classroom was suddenly quiet, as if the silence button had been pressed.

When Yan Ze came, he asked as soon as he opened his mouth, "How did you do in the exam?"

Everyone's expressions are wonderful.

Yan Ze watched Zhang Pengfei flaunt his teeth and claws, and asked without smiling, "How's math?"

Zhang Pengfei was not modest either: "I'm very satisfied. Teacher, I think I can pass one hundred and thirty this time."

Yan Ze raised the corner of his mouth: "If you haven't, come to my office with Wang Chuan for self-study."

Zhang qingyang was not frustrated at all and smiled innocently.

Yan Ze said: "Stop laughing! The saliva is running down to your chin."

She went to ask Ning Fei how he was feeling. Ning Fei didn't know what to do. When she checked the answers in the afternoon, she had already confirmed that many questions were wrong because of careless examination of the questions. There were still many questions that were different from Su Qi and the others. It's on.

Yan Ze comforted her: "Your grades are stable, you are not partial to subjects, if you are not used to it, please make up for it."

Zhang qingyang was still fussing about the answer with su qi, and his face was red from arguing.

"The derivative question is divided into three situations..."

"No, you must have made a mistake..."

Yan Ze raised his voice and said, "Shut up, Wang Chuan, can you pass 100 in English?"

Wang Chuan was terrified, he hesitated: "Can... can, no, can't..."

"Can you, will you talk?"

Wang Chuan: "Maybe...maybe over a hundred."

At this time, the English teacher came to be on duty, and Yan Ze grabbed Wang Chuan: "Pack up your things and come to my office."

Su Qi, Ningfei, and Zhang Pengfei snickered again.

Wang Chuan was helpless, he would die if he didn't laugh!

He drooped his head and followed the class teacher to the office like a big dog.

The office is spacious and bright. The air conditioner is turned on at 26 degrees, and white smoke can be seen. Yan Ze sits behind the large mahogany table and takes a sip of the tangerine.

Wang Chuan stumped awkwardly: "Teacher, where should I sit?"

He looked left and right, but there was no place to sit down.

Yan Ze pointed to a table in the corner: "Go and lift that water dispenser down, and sit there."

Wang Chuan sat down bitterly, spread out the book, and began to recite good words and sentences in the English composition.

Yan Ze poured him a cup of citrus tea from a paper cup, and brought it over: "This is given to me by your goddess, you can drink it."

Wang Chuan was about to say thank you, the emperor, and took the hot paper cup with both hands, as if there was some fine liquid in it. He sniffed the smell intoxicatedly, and was reluctant to drink it.

Yan Ze looked at him in disgust, and was busy with his work.

Wang Chuan took a sip of the tea made from the small green mandarin oranges, and his mind cleared up.

"Inthedistance is far away, atthedistance is at a distance..."

"Iofen imagine what my life will be like in the future..."

Yan Ze heard him buzzing like a monk chanting scriptures, so he raised his head and said, "Don't use your mouth or brain."

Squeak...the door was pushed open.

Wang Chuan was originally a student who couldn't calm down, so he quickly looked up when he heard the movement.

goddess!

The goddess looked at Wang Chuan, who was sitting at the foot of the wall like a turtle, and smiled at him.

Yan Ze didn't seem to welcome her very much: "What are you doing here?"

Qiao Zheng's voice was sweet and greasy: "I'm here to remind you, I want to treat you to dinner, did you forget, let's see what to eat."

After saying that, he walked over to Yan Ze sideways.

Yan Ze frowned, and glanced at Wang Chuan's direction: "Keep your voice down."

Qiao Zheng nodded and lowered her voice. She was even more attractive when she spoke in a low voice. Her voice was clear and sweet, like a mint-flavored fruit candy.

Wang Chuan: "optimistic, positive, dreamof... cometure... blah blah, the teacher in charge is so blessed..."