MVP in the next examination room

"You two haven't finished yet, have you?" The English teacher turned blue with anger, "You have to make some noise to feel good about being punished, right?"

Yuan Che's eyelids trembled slightly, and he let go of his hand in a daze, as if he had just recovered.

After a while, he whispered to Tang Ran: "...I didn't mean to."

Tang Ran grinned in pain: "You might as well do it on purpose."

"Stand up, stand apart! Come to my office after class!" The English teacher gave the two of them a warning look, turned and entered the classroom.

Tang Ran propped himself up against the wall and stood up. Looking at Yuan Che's abnormal expression, he hesitated between keeping quiet and greeting the perpetrator, and asked after a few steps: "Hey, are you... all right?"

Yuan Che glanced at him, and felt that this question... seemed to be asked by himself.

Tang Ran bent down to pick up the textbook on the ground, and looked at Yuan Che with some worry: "No, I feel that you are not in the right state... Are you immersed in my story and can't extricate yourself, forgetting where you are for a while, Can't wait to get justice for me?"

Yuan Che's feeling of guilt was instantly diluted: "...Tang Ran."

Tang Ran: "Huh?"

Yuan Che said: "You really have a sea of ​​stars in your head."

***

"Yuan Che, you don't have to feel wronged about this matter today." The English teacher sat on the office chair and looked at Yuan Che sharply. "Borrowing someone else's homework is as serious as copying someone else's homework! You think you are helping him, but actually It's hurting him!"

This kind of saying is very classic, and it was also said by teachers in the last century who caught copying their homework.

Yuan Che didn't speak.

Fortunately, the English teacher didn't focus on this. When she left the classroom, she brought the homework of the two of them and opened Yuan Che's first: "What's the matter with you recently? It seems that you are not thinking about your studies. What's on your mind?" ?"

Yuan Che's expression remained motionless: "No."

The English teacher paused, didn't ask any more questions, took out a red pen, and began to correct the lyrics and composition for him.

"The homework is okay." The English teacher closed the workbook, pushed the glasses, and cast a stern gaze from the thick lenses at the bottom of the bottle, "You two are sitting so close now, you should help each other and make progress together, and It’s not to make trouble for yourself and the teacher, you know?”

Yuan Che was still silent, but Tang Ran was very appreciative, and even joined Yuan Che's share: "We know."

The English teacher handed back Yuan Che's homework, and was about to open Tang Ran's hand: "Don't just talk about it, but also put in some practical actions, okay?"

Tang Ran saw that it was not good, and immediately rushed forward to grab his homework: "Okay, okay, what, I just go back and correct Yuan Che's."

The English teacher held back: "You don't even copy his composition, do you?"

Tang Ranxin said that if I had known earlier, I might as well have copied his.

He pretended to be calm and said, "No, I didn't write well. You must be angry after reading it."

"It's not too late." The English teacher gave him a blank look, "Let me see what level you are."

Tang Ran's heart froze, and he let go of his hand.

... At worst, let's talk about the model essays copied from the Internet.

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Feng Zhizhong came out of the office, stood at the door of Class 12, took a look, and asked the students sitting next to each other in the first row: "Where are Yuan Che and Tang Ranren?"

As soon as the student opened his eyes in a daze, he saw the class teacher standing in front of him, and was startled: "He, they... It seems that they have not returned from the English teacher's office."

Needless to say, there must be trouble again.Feng Zhizhong smiled, "Okay, these two are quite busy."

Tang Ran in the office of the English group is indeed very busy.

He couldn't figure out why the English teacher didn't believe that he had searched the model essays from the Internet.

Although the entire set of electronic answers can't be found, it shouldn't be difficult to find a composition, right?

"Hand it in," the English teacher insisted. "What's the use of having the answer in your place? You can't even copy it."

……

When Tang Ran walked out of the office door, she still had an unbelievable expression on her face.

"Why," he was puzzled, "Why do you think she doesn't believe me? Is this composition topic so unique?"

Yuan Che endured and endured: "Are you stupid?"

If I had known earlier, it would be better to hand over the answer to him in class.

He had never seen someone who copied the model essay on the answer and also copied "one possible version" along with it.

***

The two managed to get out of an English storm, but they didn't know that Feng Zhizhong had prepared another storm for them.

During the "noon announcement" time before class in the afternoon, Feng Zhizhong came to the classroom, stopped the students who were about to take the oath on stage, took out a few self-criticisms, and said, "Those five people, come and claim yours."

A needle can be heard in the classroom for a while, and a smell of "final settlement after autumn" pervades.

Tang Ran was the closest, with a nonchalant expression on his face, he took out his and Yuan Che's in two or three steps, and stretched his arms across the podium to pass them over.

Yuan Che glanced at Old Feng's expression, and took the two thin pages of paper, feeling a vague premonition in his heart.

Feng Zhizhong's posture... Could it be that they are going to go on stage to read for inspection?