I suspect you are not a good student

a few minutes ago.

After the morning self-study break, Xia Wanli went to the podium to take the printed monthly exam sample essays and prepared to distribute them to everyone, holding milk in her hands happily.

Bai Siming looked at the people in the next circle, who were holding a box of milk in their mouths, and felt strange: "Did you go to the canteen to wholesale milk with shift fees? Xia Wanli is not afraid of acne anymore?"

Xia Wanli gritted her teeth: "I'm in a good mood today, so I decided to reward myself."

He gave Xie Chuhong a box of milk just now, and Xie Chuhong distributed a box to everyone around him.

Bai Siming folded his arms and joked: "If I knew that the school committee couldn't coax me to reward a carton of milk, I wouldn't have to worry about it in the office a few days ago."

Responding to the laughter of the students, Xia Wanli blushed a lot, and took a picture of the model essay test paper on Chi Che who was passing by him, asking the helper to share it.

The test papers were sent to the first person in the row one by one. Zhou Shiyi turned his head and passed them back thousands of times, but was stunned when he got the test papers.

"What's wrong?" Xie Chuhong looked at him after passing the test paper.

Zhou Shiyi took the test paper and studied it carefully, with a strange expression on his face: "Is this the composition written by that Xu Heshen?"

Xie Chuhong watched him staring at the test paper without blinking: "Yes, is there a problem?"

Zhou Shi opened his mouth and closed it again, only hesitantly said: "Xu Heshen... Is it your elder sister Yao's son? Or did I misremember, the one who is going to participate in the composition competition now?"

Xie Chuhong was even more inexplicable: "It's him, what happened?"

Zhou Shiyi frowned in disbelief, as if he couldn't accept the fact he found out, he just said: "...I'll tell you after I'm sure, I'm afraid I made a mistake."

But Xie Chuhong couldn't stand others teasing him, so he just stared at the person and guessed a class, everything from typos to where the composition was memorized and copied was rejected in the draft by Zhou Shiyi.

After finally waiting for get out of class to end, Xie Chuhong was about to arrest someone and torture him, when Zhou Shiyi suddenly got up from his side: "Let me go out for a while."

"What are you doing?" Xie Chuhong routinely checked the ||water||meter.

Zhou Shi saw that Bai Siming was about to leave the classroom, and finally let go: "I will tell you when I find Lao Bai."

Xie Chuhong: "?"

Xie Chuhong: "You talked to him, but you didn't talk to me?"

Zhou Shiyi's explanation was on the verge of his mouth, and when he looked down and saw Xie Chuhong's unreasonable expression of aggrieved expression, he swallowed it back and deliberately changed his words: "You were not the same before."

Xie Chuhong looked at him: "Still holding grudges, isn't it just an order."

"That's right, isn't it just an order?" Zhou Shiyi nodded seriously, without denying his narrow-mindedness at all, pushed the back of someone's light and heavy chair, and pushed his feet out of the gap.

Xie Chuhong stared at Zhou Shiyi's back as he swaggered away, without even thinking about getting up and chasing after him.

Zhou Shi was interrupted before he even opened his mouth.

"I'm looking for Director Tang, don't be narcissistic." Xie Chuhong grinned and took out his math test paper from behind, "Director Tang asked me to urge you before, and you have to do something."

Zhou Shiyi: "..."

Do we have to hurt each other?

In the classroom, Chi Che once again observed the whole process of the interaction between the two in a learned manner.

Ever since he learned that Xie Chuhong and Zhou Shiyi were married, he was very concerned about the pair at the front row, leaning against the wall and smiling at Xia Wanli: "It seems that Chuhong dotes on Shiyi very much, Shiyi has a good temper. "

After probing the truth, Chi Che thought that the milk bag must be angry again, but Xia Wanli let out a "tch" and disappeared.

Chi Che blinked: "The sun rises from the west today?"

Xia Wanli wanted to explain, but felt that he couldn't explain clearly, so he turned his face and said: "You know a fart."

Chi Che raised his eyebrows.

I don't understand?No one knows better than me.

Office of the Grade Director.

When Xie Chuhong knocked on the door and entered, Director Tang was holding the book in his hand and studying carefully, wearing a pair of glasses and staring intently, and when he came to the desk, he was willing to give him his eyes for a second: "Rare guest, what's the matter? "

"I'm here to hand in the test papers I finished, and I'll apologize to you by the way." Xie Chuhong approached obediently, "It was because of my bad attitude earlier."

"What a big deal, I came here to apologize. Your class did so well in the exam this time. I heard that you, the class monitor, have contributed a lot." Director Tang smiled and asked the child to put the test paper on his desk. Read this book again, is your arm better?"

"It's much better." Xie Chuhong looked curiously at the book in his hand, "What are you reading this time?"

It's no secret that Director Tang loves to read novels received from students, but it's the first time that Xie Chuhong has seen him so fondly.

Director Tang generously showed him the cover: "Have you seen it?"

Xie Chuhong shook his head, the cover was quite elegant, and the title of the book only had the word "stolen", which seemed to be different from the previous romantic style: "What are you talking about?"

"Steal|love."

"Oh."

Ok?

Xie Chuhong repeated: "... Stealing love?"

Director Tang gave him a strange look: "You are out of touch with your peers. You stay in the classroom with them all day, why don't you understand people's sentiments like me who sits in an office."

Xie Chuhong was stunned for a long time before he realized: "...Is this also a novel that was collected?"

Director Tang nodded in response, then picked up the book and continued to read: "It's very popular recently. I have already collected three or four books. It is said that there are four or five books in the sophomore downstairs. The writing is really interesting."

Xie Chuhong still had the word "stealing | love" in his mind: "Are you serious..."

"Why don't you look down on cheating? You have to learn to look at the essence through the phenomenon." Director Tang became enthusiastic as he spoke, as if he couldn't understand him being "old-fashioned" all the time, and introduced, "The protagonist is a ghostwriter who writes stories. There are mainly scripts, but there are also novels, anyway, because the level is very high, the selling price is higher than those buyers themselves.”

Xie Chuhong was even more confused: "Then you have to lose money if you buy his stuff, who will buy it?"

"I don't understand, there are so many people who buy it. Creative ability is just like your college entrance examination knowledge reserve. It is very difficult to maintain it all the time. Most of the next family is to save face. The higher the status in front of people, the easier it is to buy. Anyway, it’s not bad for the money, if you buy a script and shoot it, you can still win prizes, don’t talk about showing off for three to five years, it’s not a loss.” Director Tang laughed when he said this, which made Xie Chuhong feel that there was something in the words, and it was so rare that it was a little unpredictable through.

"The protagonist is so powerful, why don't you just write it in your own name."

"It's boring. He doesn't need other people's approval for him."

Xie Chuhong laughed angrily: "This author is too idealistic. How can anyone not give feedback at all and just keep outputting?"

Director Tang seriously corrected: "It's not that he doesn't want others' recognition of his story, but he doesn't want others' recognition of him as a person. He will also watch the audience's reaction, but he is more free and undisciplined. He doesn't like to stand in front of people and be noticed by everyone."

Xie Chuhong pouted: "Then what does this have to do with stealing love?"

"That's the plot line. Stealing | Love is the emotional line, and the protagonist is Gong's little mother." Director Tang blinked at him, "The protagonist is Shou, who is also a man. You understand Gong Shou, right? Dad’s cheating|love, little mom, have you heard of it?”

Xie Chuhong: "...?"

There is a problem with your grade director, and a real gay knows better than me.

When Xie Chuhong heard those words, he thought it was outrageous on the spot, but when he turned around and left the door of the grade director's office, cold sweat dripped down his back.

Although Director Tang's explanation for his love of reading novels has always been to understand what the students are thinking and what they like, but it is not the first time he has encountered Director Tang reading novels, why did he pick this time and pull him to say so detailed.

Could it be that he couldn't wait, and did something to make Director Tang...

"By the way, Chuhong! Wait a minute!"

Director Tang's voice suddenly came from behind, Xie Chuhong's heart immediately hung in his throat, and he turned around quickly: "What's wrong?"

"A youth magazine asked our school to make an appointment."

"...Huh?" Xie Chuhong was still sweating on his back.

"I just have to write a [-]-word manuscript. There is a manuscript fee. The theme is the responsibilities and obligations of middle school students. The publishing house has specified that it requires the best grades in liberal arts! You can't refuse me this time!"

"Ah good."

Xie Chuhong was in such ups and downs that he didn't even bother to bargain, and ran away from the grade director's office.

After hearing his concerns, Bai Siming, who had worked with Director Tang for many years, immediately rejected him.

"No, if Director Tang finds out, he'll either act stupid or lose his temper. He won't engage in such twists and turns."

During this class break, there happened to be no one in the Chinese language group of the third year of high school.In the office, apart from Bai Siming and Zhou Shiyi, there was Yi Ming who also joined the gang.

Xie Chuhong accepted this set of rhetoric with his mouth, but his heart was always fuzzy. He looked at the people in front of him suspiciously: "Can't you tell me what the hell you are doing now? What happened to Xu Heshen's model essay?"

Zhou Shiyi took the initiative to help him pull a chair and put it next to Bai Siming's table. Just as Xie Chuhong was about to touch his butt, he was shocked by his brother's next words and stood up straight again.

"Maybe you know who the person who passed the note to you is."

Xie Chuhong: "!"

Zhou Shiyi said seriously: "We've already discussed it, and Bai Siming can help out, but there are conditions."

Xie Chuhong knew the specific conditions even with his eyes closed, and he resolutely assured: "I had problems in the past, and I will take the exam well in the future. Anyway, my real level may not be able to pass Qingbei."

Yi Ming, who thought he had all the inside information, was a little dumbfounded: "Isn't your level real every time you take the exam? You're a pervert..."

No one cares about him.

Bai Siming stared at Xie Chuhong in amazement and studied: "I haven't seen you for a few days, why did I suddenly figure it out?"

Xie Chuhong pretended not to hear, and turned his gaze back to the Fan Wen on his desk with the note: "You don't mean to tell me that person is..."

"Dong dong."

Xu Heshen stood at the open door and knocked: "Mr. Bai, I'm here to get our class's Chinese homework."

In the office, the four subconsciously looked at each other.

The school committee, who was going to the mathematics group next door to deliver homework, happened to pass by with a deskmate.

Xia Wanli didn't think much about it, she looked into the door and asked, "Why are you all here with Lao Bai?"

Xu Heshen by the door was also waiting for an answer, staring at the three of them.

In the silence, Yi Ming adjusted his frowning expression at the speed of light, turned around and said, "I was going to call you guys when I was talking about the volleyball game."

Xie, Zhou, and Bai, who couldn't find any excuse at all, thought together in their hearts:

Master.