I'm just sorry for plagiarism

Most of them are protesting, and many fans even threatened that if the ending is not changed, the next morning, they will be able to see the author hanging on the big pagoda tree next to the author's house. figure.

Such comments are indeed a bit fierce, but it has to be said that it is precisely because this work itself is an extremely deeply rooted book that it can bring such a sensational effect to people in the end.

This is the so-called greater expectations, greater disappointment?

It seems that you can't say that completely, right?

There is some disappointment, but it should not be to the point of disappointment?After all, I have to say that such an ending, the arrangement in the plot is indeed a wonderful workmanship.

After the class teacher left the classroom, a skinny boy walked up to the podium and handed out the few not very thick booklets one by one.

It seems that there are not many people in class [-] paying attention to the magazine of juvenile literature. The few girls in Wu Huicheng's group have taken over the magazine. It seems that in this class, the students with better academic performance read it. This kind of magazine seems to have more face.

The eldest lady curled her lips, she just felt that she really couldn't open her mouth if she wanted to borrow books with the others.

After thinking about it, she turned her eyes to the little boy standing on the podium. It happened that he still had a book in his hand, which should be for himself. Fang Zetian, a person in the class who is quite good at nothing, his academic performance is at best considered satisfactory, but he is a bit mean to others, especially the children like the young lady whose grades were not good before. The pride is a bit obvious.

But if you don't wait to see him, you don't want to see him. Compared with going to talk to those sluts who the eldest ladies didn't like very much in her previous life, she still went back to find this little boy who looked a little shriveled in front of her.

"Let me say, can you lend me the magazine for a morning?" Sure enough, when the eldest lady ran to borrow the book with a smile, Fang Zetian rolled her eyes in exchange for it.

The short boy frowned, looking very impatient, and when he saw who was talking to him, the expression on his face became even more disdainful.

It's just that looking around, the quiet students holding books in their hands seem to feel that the movement here is too loud, so the little boy waved his hand in disgust, as if to prevent the eldest lady from pestering her He seemed to send a sentence.

"Then you wait, and I will give it to you after the morning reading. I want to read it now."

Chapter 81, Chapter 80

The eldest lady who returned to her seat began to write furiously.

I was in a hurry before, but I left the new concept composition aside. Fortunately, it is not so complicated to write at the moment. Many thoughts have been laid out before, and now I recall it, but I can still come to it at my fingertips .

Morning self-study is a class taught by the head teacher. In fact, there are no major things to pay attention to. It is just holding a book and yelling at the students in the audience to follow along. It is probably to review the lessons taught before, and at the end of the second year of junior high school In the section, there really isn't much new knowledge to learn, so the students are simply allowed to read their own books and study by themselves.

Teacher Xia saw that the eldest lady was lying on the table with her head buried in something similar to the other, and wanted to remind her to listen attentively, but after walking over to see what she was writing, it was Zhang He opened his mouth and didn't bother her anymore.

Although Li Xia didn't look up at her at the moment, he still smiled with satisfaction in his heart, feeling pretty good about this kind of tacit understanding between teachers and students.But then again, I didn't seem to be treated so well before, did I?It seems that a lot of things have happened during the half-semester study, subtle changes?

It should have something to do with your grades, right?Although I am usually a bit lazy, and I don’t like to finish my homework on time, but my grades are not bad, and I can even use the word amazing to describe it. I rejected the invitation to go to the experimental class a few days ago , it was a little brighter for Teacher Xia's face.

Although saying this sounds a bit like intrigue in the workplace, but the fact is that it really is, isn't it?

So it should be a matter of course that I have received a little favor at this moment, right?

Thinking of the reasons she gave herself, the eldest lady began to write more at ease, and even poked Zhu Liwen on the side while writing.

"Let me copy your math homework later?"

"Ah? The teacher is right there..." Zhu Liwen was taken aback, gestured with his eyes, and stood next to the head teacher who supervised the whole class, "Isn't that good?"

"She won't take care of anything." Li Xia just laughed.

"Why don't you care?"

The eldest lady didn't speak, she was still smiling, and there was a slight slack feeling in the corner of her grinning mouth.

……

But if I really want to say, the title of this issue of New Concept Composition is a bit strange.

It seems that it was also influenced by the culture of this era. The selection of composition materials that symbolize new concepts does not seem to be as novel as later generations. Many themes do not seem to be innovative but just like the last question on the examination paper. It's just the students' after-school knowledge rather than the innovative concepts in the students' minds.

There are two general directions to choose from, one is prose, which has no special features, and the second requires writing an article with history as the theme. There are no other hard and fast rules, but it is required to be written in a grand and grand style.

In comparison, the first one is easier to write. After all, compared with the second historical theme, the knowledge points that need to be covered are still too extensive.It's just that for some reason, magnificent pictures emerged in the mind of the eldest lady.

For 5000 years in China, [-] revolutions of dust and light, myths and legends, countless painted walls, and ancient books with inscriptions...why there is nothing to write?

Not to mention the thousands of years of history and legends, just talk about the various myths and legends of the ancients before they became gods. There are clouds and water in the breath, dust on the fingertips, a pair of eyes opened in the primordial chaos, opened Yu Jiang asked the Three Emperors, how come there is no theme to describe the chapter of Chapter 24 under Long Na?

There is Ruomu in the east of the sky, and there is a red dragon holding a candle in Zhongshan. When you taste a hundred herbs, you also drink the soup of Daze River and Wei, and cut off the feet of phoenixes to stand on the pillars of the sky.In the battle of fish and dragons, whoever has the gold and the sword is out, and no one will surrender, and the souls of the heroes who died in the First World War will always rule the world in all directions.Flying kites are the flag to welcome me to the scene with the Big Dipper. The 1 hectares of the Central Plains must be written down in Chapter [-].

Why is there no theme to sing about?

The culture of this era is indeed barren, even to an outrageous degree, not because of history, but because many people don't want to make progress.

Because I think making money is the first priority, so in order to avoid most of the risks, I will be extra careful when trying the subject matter, even to the point of being self-sufficient.In the entire entertainment history, only martial arts novels have won honors, so the next batch of authors concentrate on how to write martial arts novels well. As for the authors of other themes, there are very few, or even no The degree to which people try and are underestimated.

Compared with the previous era, this is really far behind.

Although all kinds of weird things emerged in the last era, they were all trying to develop in different directions. No matter how you say it, it was a thousand times stronger than this era of cautious old ladies like little feet hundred times.

That's why when the eldest lady first saw the time travel, she had a sense of hatred for this era of no progress.

……

When the eldest lady raised her head again, it was almost the end of the morning reading get out of class.

Rubbing her somewhat sore wrist, and doing a relaxing exercise, the eldest lady finally couldn't help but sigh.

I was really obsessed before, mainly because I thought of some familiar songs in later generations. I want to reproduce them in this pen. The sense of joy and excitement is really refreshing.

"You just finished writing it?" Seeing that the eldest lady who was sitting beside her looked up from the look of wanting to post it on the desk, Zhu Liwen was startled, and moved her head closer. "It's going down so fast. What kind of genre are you writing? Is it poetry?"

The eldest lady scratched her head and smiled. It is indeed a poem, but if I really want to talk about it, it should be the lyrics, right?

It's just that the lyrics are really rhyming and fluent, and they read with great momentum, and they use the 5000-year history of China as the medium. When they are inserted in this article, there is naturally no sense of disobedience.

Zhu Liwen glanced at the title, and recited it a little strangely.

"What is this, Wan Shen Ji?"

Looking at the scrawled handwriting on the scroll, Zhu Liwen took it with some hesitation and looked at it, but after seeing it, he was reluctant to take it down.

I don't know how long it took before the representative of the small class could barely react.

After watching the young lady for a long time, he suddenly took a deep breath.

"Li Xia...you wrote this poem?"

When the eldest lady heard this question, she touched her nose with a guilty conscience... It's really hard to answer, although it is true that this lyrics is the first one I created in this life, but at least it was someone else's in my previous life The fruit of hard work... So, what is it?

Just at this time, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Amidst the cheers of liberation from the students, the eldest lady stood up guiltily, took out the letter paper that was still in Zhu Liwen's hand, and smiled at her.

"It should be, right?" I vaguely remembered the smile of the eldest lady at that time, simply, it can only be described by the words stinky and shameless.

----

Surprisingly, when I went to the office, I found that the door was locked, and the teachers inside didn't know where they went.

He had been standing at the door until it was almost time for class, when a girl from another class also came over. Seeing a little girl scratching her head at the door, she couldn't help but remind her.

"Are you looking for a teacher? They've all gone to a meeting, and they won't be back until the next class." The little girl's voice was soft, but it wasn't unpleasant.

The eldest lady slapped her forehead suddenly, and she regretted it a bit.

If I had known earlier, I would have given the things to her before the old class left the classroom.

Not being able to wait for anyone now means that she will have to come over later, which is not the result she is happy to see.

After all, all the magic horses between classes are used to sleep in. How can they be wasted on such things?

But if the homeroom teacher knows about this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get extra points in the high school entrance examination, if it is even worthless for the young lady to get back to sleep, I don't know what her expression will be like?

then.

The eldest lady returned to her seat in frustration almost every step of the way.

"What's the matter?" After sitting down, Zhu Liwen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did the essay fail and was ordered to rewrite it?"

The eldest lady looked at her incredulously, "Why do I feel that you are gloating?"

"Hey." Zhu Liwen just laughed, "Is there, how can there be?"

The eldest lady raised her eyebrows, and then her hands dishonestly touched the little class representative's waist.

Zhu Liwen suddenly screamed.

"Li Xia, stop making trouble!"

Li Xia sniffed, and the girl's unique fragrance drifted in. Suddenly, she felt an inexplicable heat flowing in her nasal cavity...

To be honest, there's nothing wrong with being a girl, right?Cough... at least in this respect.

If she was still the rough boy in her previous life at this time, Zhu Liwen would have already slapped her and ran away crying, right?

Should it be God's favor or something?Although my current body is indeed very different from that of my previous life, the good lady still has a little conscience, and she didn't go crazy enough to peek at the girl's bathroom.

Although the reason why I didn't take a peek was because I was still facing this girl's body at that time, and I didn't do it because I resisted it from the bottom of my heart.

Although it is still not very used to say.

But anyway, compared to before, it is relatively obedient and natural.

The intimacy with girls is also much bolder than before. When going to the toilet, I only occasionally run to the men's room, and the rest of the time, even if I go to the women's room, I try not to close my eyes...

Cough... Why does this feel more and more frenzied?

Thinking about it, this is really... a little hard to say.

(Well, it’s the first time I recommend it, I’m a little excited, thank you readers for your support, by the way, I created a group, the group number is 188026901, the group name is Happy National Day, do you have any suggestions for this book or If you want to come and play, all students are welcome.)

Chapter 82 81, Li Xia is Angry!

In the end, after fighting for a long time, the eldest lady suddenly remembered something, walked down from the seat, walked to the seat of the boy named Zhang Zetian who was sitting in the front row, and then patted him on the shoulder with a smile .

"I said Zhang Zetian, class is about to start, when are you going to lend me the book?"

When the eldest lady said this, it could not be said that she was being rude. After all, she wanted something from others, so she couldn't be too presumptuous.

But I didn't expect Li Xia to be kind and pleasant for the first time, but the little boy was a little impatient now.

Lying on the table, he squinted his eyes to make up for sleep, but after being woken up, he opened his eyes and frowned, "Go away, I won't borrow it."

The eldest lady was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"Because I want to see it."

The eldest lady glanced up and down at Zhang Zetian, who was still squinting on the table, and couldn't help but frowned, "Can't you see later, and you are obviously resting while lying down now. Isn't it good to say that?"

After all, the eldest lady is the eldest lady, so if there is any unhappiness in her heart, she will naturally post it on the spot. She has never had the habit of keeping it overnight. Although this meeting is asking for help from others, once the temper comes up, it is really a little unstoppable.

"Are you annoying? Why should I borrow you?"

Zhang Zetian rolled his eyes, and suddenly stood up from the table with a thud, and threw the magazine to the other boy beside him who was smiling and watching a play, and then Folding her arms with a provocative face, she turned to look at the eldest lady: "I won't lend you a loan if I show it to others!"

The two people in front of me are about the same height, and they are both dry and monkey-like. In the impression of the eldest lady, that person seems to be Jiang Tao, a boy who usually plays with Zhang Zetian. The relationship between the two people is normal. It's not bad.

Now Li Xia understood it, the two emotionally took advantage of their sex and began to join forces to bully others.

There is no politeness among children, especially in the period when discrimination is relatively serious in the third year of junior high school, and cold violence on campus emerges endlessly. I don’t know what politeness is when I speak. Maybe today’s kind of embarrassing thing , in their eyes, maybe they are all light.

But in fact, it is this kind of juggling behavior that they think is not a big deal, but it is enough to leave a shadow on a child who is still in adolescence, which may still linger when he grows up.

Fortunately, it was the eldest lady. The middle-aged people who had already experienced the struggle in the workplace would naturally not care about this level of humiliation, but there is a good saying, and the Buddha is also angry, let alone Li Xia. A child who didn't want to be discriminated against by the class, but now he is humiliated like this, how can he bear it?

It seemed that there was a lot of commotion, but the students who were watching the theater gathered more and more, many of the top students who were still dozing off or taking a nap, now cast their gazes over with a playful smile on their faces , It fell on this girl who had never had very good grades.

The eldest lady gritted her teeth, feeling that the anger in her heart could not be restrained.

"You bastard..." Just as she was about to roll up her sleeves to reason with the dry little boy in front of her, she suddenly felt someone poke her back lightly with a finger.

"Who, why are you arguing, I didn't see that I was busy..."

Just when the eldest lady turned around cursing and saw who was standing behind her, the few words that were muttered in her mouth were not so clean, but there was such an embarrassing sound that she choked back in her throat. Longli.

"Li Xia, what are you doing?" Yu Tongtong was carrying a small schoolbag like this, standing very softly behind the eldest lady, and smiled softly.

Maybe it was because I was in a hurry to come here. On this winter morning, there was still traces of sweat on my forehead.

It's just that the slightly pursed corners of the mouth are still smiling, so clear and moving.

It seemed that he was overwhelmed by that beautiful smile.

Even the two Houjing brothers, who jumped up on the chairs and were about to shout, couldn't help being stunned when they saw Yutongtong's clear cheeks.

The words that were about to be said in his mouth were also instantly shut down.

The eldest lady was even more helpless and stunned in place.

For a moment, sorry.

Like the little Huangman hiding in the bedside table, the brat who was discovered by the parents.