Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

Wang Ying's sudden words caused several people to fall into a strange and awkward atmosphere.

Chen Putao was the first to react, frowned, and responded neither humble nor overbearing: "Teacher, you should read my manuscript first."

"Okay." Wang Zhong was taken aback for a moment, slowly opened the composition paper in his hand, then frowned, without saying a word.

Wang Ying, who was next to him, looked at Chen Putao lightly and sneered lightly.

She doesn't like this Chen Putao. She usually confronts her, but she can lower the average math score by two points in the exam. As a result, Class 7's math score has always been at the bottom, even compared to the penultimate. There is a big gap, and even she is underestimated by other teachers!

Wang Ying gritted her teeth resentfully, and looked at Chen Putao with complaints in her eyes.

She glanced at Wang Zhong's dignified expression, and there was a faint look on her face, "The Rising Star Cup is not something that poor students like Chen Putao can mess around with and participate in! Do you think so, Teacher Wang Zhong?"

Wang Ying kept looking at Chen Putao with disdain, completely oblivious to the change in Wang Zhong's expression.

"Chen, Chen Putao, did you write this?" Wang Zhong completely ignored Wang Ying who was beside him, with a dignified expression, he grabbed Chen Putao's hand firmly and asked urgently.

Chen Putao struggled to get away and nodded.

"Okay, okay!" Hearing Chen Putao's answer, Wang Zhong's brain was completely filled with joy, his mustache slightly raised, and he smiled. "Your composition is not easy."

It seems that Nansong has to add one more key training object.

Seeing Wang Zhong's abnormal behavior, Wang Ying couldn't help it anymore, "Teacher Wang Zhong, don't tell lies for the sake of students' enthusiasm. Even Chen Putao's level can participate in the competition?"

She decided that Wang Zhong was helping Chen Putao, and took the composition paper from Wang Zhong's hand bluntly, and opened her mouth: "Water disappears in water?"

"What the hell?"

Wang Ying sneered, continued to look down, and shut up after seeing it.

Even if she teaches mathematics, she also knows that this is a rare and good article.

"Teacher, why don't you continue reading? We are quite curious about what Chen Putao wrote, and reading it will also help us students who are weak in composition to learn and study." Ji Yichuan, who hadn't opened his mouth for a long time, asked aloud, without the slightest tone ups and downs.

Wang Ying was so choked that she couldn't speak, but she quickly came to her senses and stabilized her expression: "Chen Putao wrote it himself, so I'm not sure yet?" After speaking, she spread the composition paper on the table fiercely, "Just Could this word be written by Chen Putao?"

"Teacher Wang Zhong, do you believe such a low-level lie?"

Wang Zhong looked at Wang Ying, a little strange, "This is Chen Putao's handwriting, Mr. Wang Ying, it's been a few days since school started, don't you know that Chen Putao is practicing handwriting?"

When he received Chen Putao's homework book, it was a little strange. Chen Putao never handed in his homework, and the occasional writing was even more unreadable.

He deliberately called Chen Putao to question him, and asked Chen Putao to write a line in front of his face. Unexpectedly, he actually wrote a handwriting that made him sour.

Hearing Wang Zhong's question, Wang Ying was a little embarrassed. Since the beginning of school, she hadn't corrected a single homework, so naturally she didn't know what Chen Putao's handwriting looked like.

But Chen Putao's impression of the bad boy in her heart is too deep, "He never handed in his homework, how do I know."

Chen Putao frowned, but said nothing.

On the contrary, the snorting and laughter of the three people in the back was really loud.

Wang Ying couldn't get off the stage, "Mr. Wang Zhong, I think you have to be more careful. Chen Putao said he wrote it himself or did he write it himself?"

Wang Ying continued to speak in a strange manner: "Have you forgotten what kind of student Chen Putao is? You don't know what he's up to when you want to participate in the Rising Star Cup this time?"

Wang Zhong seemed to be persuaded. He looked carefully at the article in his hand, and then looked up at Chen Putao. He went back and forth two or three times, but he couldn't make up his mind.

"Teacher, don't worry, the composition in your hand was written by Chen Putao with my own eyes." Just when Wang Zhong was hesitating, Ji Yichuan walked up to Chen Putao, raised his arms, and hugged Chen Putao very naturally. on his shoulder, and said in an intimate tone, "Did you say so, Classmate Chen?"

"That's right." Chen Putao knew that Ji Yichuan was helping him, and immediately agreed.

The teachers' impression of Chen Putao hasn't completely changed, and it's really hard for him to explain clearly now.

"Teacher, you also know that classmate Chen has no other advantages. The biggest advantage is humility." Ji Yichuan hugged Chen Putao tighter, and Chen Putao's soft hair lightly brushed over his arm, feeling a little itchy .

"Look, his literary talent is several blocks ahead of ours. You don't know. In order not to hurt the self-confidence of us ordinary students, classmate Chen has been hiding it until the competition. Take a look. How high is the awareness of people's thinking."

"If you ask me, classmate Chen is too modest." After a pause, Ji Yichuan thought thoughtfully: "Just be yourself."

Wang Zhong was taken aback by what Ji Yichuan said.

"Really?"

Chen Putao also heard it, he is now almost completely embraced by Ji Yichuan, he is too close, and there seems to be an indelible faint mint smell lingering at the tip of his nose.

Chen Putuo's nerves were tense, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. It wasn't until Ji Yichuan gently slapped his back that he reacted as if he had just woken up from a dream, and gently answered the sentence.

"That's it." Wang Zhong bent down and didn't know what he was looking for, "Now there is not enough time, you come at noon and give me two paragraphs on the spot."

After finishing speaking, he kindly reminded: "The question is set on the spot, and it is useless for you to prepare in advance."

The questioning eyes fell on Chen Putao, "Okay." There was a wanton confidence in Chen Putao's words.

Writing articles has never been his fear.

"Then, you guys go back first."

Wang Ying was anxious: "Just let him go?"

Wang Zhong sighed helplessly, "Teacher Wang Ying, ask yourself, how is this article?"

Wang Ying looked away, and said unwillingly: "I can read it."

"It's not bad." Wang Zhong took off his glasses and wiped them carefully.

"The whole text uses water to disappear into the water to describe death, which is an excellent metaphor. In terms of structure, the writer is like an outsider, elegantly and calmly examining the contemporary people's view of death, but the full text also reveals pity for it. The writing style and conception are amazing, but the most prominent is the thought aspect, this kind of death view is thought-provoking and intriguing, and it is not like a delicate flower in a greenhouse can have it."

"If Chen Putao really wrote it, I dare say that within five years, he will definitely have a place in the literary world.

"I really dare not take the risk."