Accidentally wrote the review into a love letter

The sky was overcast.

The dense clouds made it hard to breathe, but there was only a few light rains, which made people feel depressed for no reason.

When Li Xing arrived in the classroom, the dean's impassioned speech was just in the middle of the broadcast.

"...Recently, some students have really become more and more arrogant. It's fine to skip class and go to an Internet cafe, but even dare to cut corners when asked to write a self-criticism. Don't they take school seriously?!"

Li Xing yawned, skillfully took out the earplugs from the desk drawer, put them on, and lay down on the desk ready to sleep.

"Students who were dissatisfied with the number of words in the last self-criticism, please write 150 more words and hand it in!"

The hoarse voice of the middle-aged man broke down in the end, Li Xing sat up with his head propped up, his eyes were filled with tears from sleep, which softened his already delicate face.

He stared straight at the loudspeaker above the blackboard, as if thinking about the possibility of tearing it down.

"Liang Zitao, 4500."

"Return to zero."

"Hu Yue, 2700."

"Return to zero."

"..."

A series of sounds of the calculator returning to zero are even more magical than the voice of the dean, making people want to laugh but dare not laugh.

"Brother Xing, something is wrong." Wu Haoda groped over from the front row, "Big head seems to be here for real this time."

The big head is their teaching director, surnamed Yuan, who likes to do every day with his little bee to patrol around the school wall, trying to catch all the students who skipped classes by jumping over the wall.

"What the hell is he doing? Paying the bill?"

The consequence of staying up all night was a headache that exploded. Li Xing didn't hear what Director Yuan said before.

"As for the [-]-word review we wrote last time, the big head seems to have counted our words, and if there is one word missing, write [-] more."

After explaining, Wu Haoda said worriedly: "I thought he didn't have the time to look up this thing, it seems that he wrote a little less."

"Wu Haoda, 900."

"It's dangerous, only 900." He breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Xing, how much did you write last time?"

Li Xing: "..."

He seemed to play games all night last time, and he copied a page and handed it in when he couldn't get up the next day.

The characters are also written big.

I don't know if it's a thousand words or not.

The ominous premonition in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, and he heard Director Yuan pause, and the mechanical girl with the calculator came from the radio:

"Returning to zero, two thousand four hundred multiplied by 150 equals—three, ten, six, ten thousand."

The calculator was so thoughtful that people might not be able to hear it clearly, and the tones dragged on for an extremely long time when reading a number. The loud 36 reverberated over the empty campus of No. [-] Middle School for a long time without dissipating.

Immediately afterwards, Director Yuan's sullen voice sounded:

"Li Xing, 36."

Li Xing: "..."

Wu Haoda: "..."

Teachers and students of the whole school: "..."

As if to respond to Li Xing, the dark sky suddenly brightened like day, and a thunder blasted, slamming him awake from his trance.

"Students who read their names above, give me the review before next Monday, Li Xing," Director Yuan sneered, "You wrote 586 characters, I will wipe a zero for you, and hand in a 36-word review before graduation Give it to me, or your parents will come to school every day to watch you write!"

With a clear "return to zero", the broadcast came to an abrupt end.

"Brother Xing, Xing." Wu Haoda shook the table and said tremblingly, "Did you really hand in the 600 words that day?"

Li Xing gave him a nonsense look, and he didn't know how many times he scolded Datou in his heart.

Last week, he was in a bad mood, so he went to the Internet cafe opposite the school with the mouse, that is, Wu Haoda, but that day the dean went to arrest them, and they all arrested them, and each of them wrote a [-]-word self-criticism. , turn it in on Monday.

He stayed up all night playing games on weekends and forgot all about it. The next day, he was dragged up by a mouse and copied a few hundred words. He was so sleepy, so he handed it to the dean's office and went back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep.

I thought that at most it would be scolded and beaten back to rewrite, but I didn't expect the big head to be so unconscionable this time.

For a moment, the already painful head was about to explode.

"Then what should we do, brother Xing?"

36 words, it must be fatal to write this.

Li Xing waved his hand impatiently: "It's a big deal, at worst, transfer to another school and leave."

He drove away the worried Wu Haoda, and he was not in the mood to sleep anymore, so he changed his posture and leaned against the wall to think about countermeasures.

Transferring is just talking.

If he wants to transfer to another school, he has to find his parents. Li Xing would rather write a 36-word self-criticism when he thinks about dealing with his father.

But judging from the fact that he has not scored 800 points in the Chinese language test in 20 years, he may not be able to hold back 36 characters.

This thing needs foreign aid.

Li Xing took out his mobile phone, clicked on Taobao and searched for "review letter".

There are quite a few stores, so he randomly picked one to enter, and clicked on the customer service profile picture:

[Do you accept the review letter? ]

[Of course, what kind of review letter do you want? ]

[Skip class and go online. ]

[Yes, how many words do you want for kiss? /Rose]

[36w. ]

[Kiss, does w mean word document? ]

[I'm not kidding you, 36]

The other side was silent.

[Brother, am I crazy or are you crazy? ]

[If you really write it out, let me pay my respects. ]

"..."

Li Xing found several companies in a row, but others either thought he was deliberately joking, or simply ignored him.

Could it be true that he asked that person to set up a transfer school for him?

With a "tsk", he clicked on the last one without hope.

Today is Liao Yun's first day at work.

His cousin who runs an online store sees that he is idle at home every day, so she pulls him over to work as a free labor force for her store, in the name of exercising his writing skills, so he can't lose the spiritual wealth left by his ancestors by staying at home for a year.

And his indifferent parents were very satisfied that he finally had something to do so as not to disturb their world of two, they patted his ass and threw him a stack of draft paper, then locked him in the bedroom by themselves. The living room waltzed.

Chewing the food stored in the drawer, Liao Yun choked on the crispy noodles for the sixth time, and finally waited for the contact from the customer service lady.

Mumu: [Can I call you Xiao Liao? ]

Liao Yun: [Yes. ]

Mu Mu: [The boss said that you can accept orders below university level, is that right? ]

Liao Yun: [Yes. ]

Mumu: [OK, I will call you if there is an order. ]

In fact, some universities do.

But in line with the principle that more things are worse than less things, Liao Yun still didn't say anything.

The customer service lady explained the precautions carefully, and sent a few more samples. After Liao Yun confirmed that she had no problem, she sent an /OK expression and didn't say anything else.

Cousin Liao Yun's shop is responsible for the writing of various manuscripts, ranging from corporate promotional documents to elementary school students' self-criticism.Liao Yun just came here to join in the fun, to help share the small composition of the self-criticism and so on.

He has never written a letter of self-criticism or a letter of repentance since he grew up, so he was full of curiosity about the job he was about to start, so he took advantage of this time and no one came to him to search the Internet for how to write a letter of self-criticism.

After reading a few articles, he probably understood the routine of the review.

At the beginning of the article, honestly explain the mistakes, then reflect deeply, and finally raise the level and sublimate the theme.

If you write a few hundred words, try to be as concise as possible, and if you write a few thousand words, you must learn to quote and use famous quotes from famous people to make a few nonsense, and maximize the number of words.

Liao Yun opened another bag of crispy noodles, staring at other people's heartbroken confession letter on the computer, eating with gusto.

This thing doesn't seem to be very difficult.

He felt that he could write tens of thousands of words by closing his eyes and writing casually.

"Drip-"

The icon in the lower right corner flickered wildly, Liao Yun opened the dialog box, and it turned out that it was a message from the customer service lady.

Mu Mu: [Xiao Liao, there is a big job here. ]

Liao Yun: [It's okay, how much? ]

Mumu: [36...]

Liao Yun: "???"

He swallowed hard the crispy noodles in his mouth, choked with tears in his eyes and typed:

[Sister, what I accepted is a review, not a novel. ]