Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

Chen Putao didn't stop all the way, running very fast, and barely stepped into the class with the bell ringing.

This morning's self-study is Chinese, Wang Zhong leaned against the podium early, yawning silently where the students could not see.

Seeing Chen Putao knocking on the door, Wang Zhong only glanced at it, and waved lazily to signal Chen Putao to come in.

In the morning self-study in the new semester, there are not many things to recite. The students have completed the tasks early, and they are bored and running on errands.

But the manager of the class, Wang Zhong, noticed that there was a composition paper in his Chinese book at this moment.

He opened it casually, and after just a glance, he was pleasantly surprised.

The theme of the composition is very simple, "struggle", but the old-fashioned theme has been played by the author in different ways. An article "Eternal Flame" directly compares the spirit of endless struggle to an eternal flame. The state of burning at different moments is likened to the different stages of life.

Although there are some flaws in the content, the sophistication of the design is really amazing.

Wang Zhong couldn't help looking at the author.

There are a few large characters scrawled on the top.

Senior Two (5) Class Zuo Liu

Wang Zhong nodded, his face was filled with the words of course, he had heard the name Zuo Liu all the time, the seed student in Class [-], his liberal arts scores topped the list, and his total score was second only to Ji Yichuan and Bo Ze.

Wang Zhong gently stroked the line of small characters on the bottom row, "I want to sign up for the Rising Star Cup competition, hereby present my humble work." '

"Hahaha, yes, if Zuo Liu participates, Nansong will finally be able to win the first prize in the Rising Star Cup this time." Wang Zhong stroked his mustache, thinking that as the person in charge, his subordinates could finally win the first prize. Award, full of joy.

Wang Zhong looked up at the students who were sluggish early in the morning, and patted the podium bitterly.

"Pause for a while, the teacher has an excellent composition here, let me read it now, everyone should study hard."

Chen Putao put down the pen in her hand, pricked up her ears, and listened carefully.

The more I listened, the more I felt something was wrong.

Chen Putao frowned. The more he listened to it, the more he felt that this style of writing was inexplicably familiar. This "Eternal Flame" was very similar to Zuo Liu's "Passing Passing" last night in terms of words and sentences. The emphasis is on the delicacy of the structure, while ignoring the enrichment of the content of the article itself, and the problem of shallow thinking caused by insufficient experience is a little serious.

It made him suspect that this article was written by Zuo Liu.

But Wang Zhong's emotional, cadenced recitation did not impress everyone, and was even interrupted by the crisp knocking sound of the joints touching the wooden door.

A lazy report immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the class.

When Wang Zhongzheng was reading the book, he was suddenly interrupted. Naturally, he was extremely impatient. He wanted to hastily let the three of them in, but found that the three of them were standing crookedly, their faces were full of indifference, and he couldn't help being furious.

"Do you know what time it is?" Wang Zhong was so angry that his little mustache almost turned up, "You three stand at the door and listen!"

"Okay." Gao Shang Cheng Zan didn't feel any embarrassment, shrugged his shoulders, and agreed cheerfully.

Ji Yichuan was a little sleepy, scratched his slightly messy hair, took a big stride, leaned directly against the wall, and closed his eyes in front of Wang Zhong.

Chen Putao looked at the arrogant appearance of the three of them, and Wang Zhong's face that was about to swell into a pig's liver, and squeezed the sweat of the three of them in his heart.

But fortunately, Wang Zhong just waved his hand fiercely, and the composition paper in his hand made an astonishing sound of breaking through the air.

Wang Zhong turned his face away, and it was written all over his face that he didn't see his eyes and his heart was pure. He continued to hold his tone and read aloud the composition in his hand that deeply pleased him.

"In the morning, in the evening, in the middle of the night, they have different flames, but they exist in the same lamp and will never go out."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Wang Zhong smacked his lips, feeling a little unfinished. He spread the composition paper flat, stretched his arms on the podium, and said earnestly: "This student Zuo Liu not only writes well, but more importantly, he has a positive attitude. You see, people know that I am the person in charge of the school, so they directly send the manuscript to me."

After finishing speaking, he sighed, "Look at you again! No one has volunteered to sign up until now!"

Shaking his head, he pointed at the seeded contestants in this class: "Zhou Tong, I've been busy recently with the Rising Star Cup. When you hand in the first draft, just hand it over to me for self-study."

After everything was explained, Wang Zhong turned his head and glared at the three people standing outside the door.

Just as he was about to reprimand him, the bell rang as early as the end of self-study.

Wang Zhong hesitated for two seconds, and said in a more serious tone: "The three of you come to the office with me." As soon as he finished speaking, he took his bag and left without waiting for the three of them.

Halfway, Wang Zhong looked at Ji Yichuan, who had his neck crooked and his eyes closed, and he couldn't help but get angry.He casually rolled the composition paper into a long cylinder, wanted to knock it down, but stopped abruptly in the middle, gritted his teeth, changed direction, and the composition paper landed on Gao Shang's shoulder.

The sudden slap, although it didn't hurt, Gao Shang was still a little dazed.

"Wake up Ji Yichuan."

After finishing speaking, Wang Zhong didn't look at anyone else.

Gao Shang was the only one left looking at Wang Zhong's back as he drifted away, and it took him a long time to spit out: "Fuck!"

Inside the door, Chen Putao was holding the first draft he had just finished last night in his hand, looking at Wang Zhong's back, sitting up and down.

Wang Zhong's advice flashed in his mind, Chen Putao finally stood up and walked to the office not far away.