Sitting back in her seat, Lin Wei, who picked up the pen and continued to draw the circuit diagram, suddenly shook her hand when she heard Jiang Zhangyun's last sentence, almost piercing the paper: "..."
The whole class lowered their heads, pursed their lips and smiled hard: "..."
Jiang Zhangyun's gaze fell on Jiang Su's face, dropped, and stopped on Lin Wei, who was writing and drawing on the table with a pen in hand: "Lin Wei, come and read Jiang Su's composition for everyone."
Lin Wei subconsciously wanted to get up.
"You don't need to get up, just sit and recite." Jiang Zhangyun said again.
Lin Wei put away the motion of standing up, pulled out the 0-point roll that was under the scratch paper, and turned to look at the composition.
More than 30 people in the class waited for a few seconds, but before they could hear a voice, they turned their heads to look at Lin Wei.
Under everyone's attention, Lin Wei took a deep breath, held back a smile, and said in a sincere tone like a primary school student reading: "Teacher, no, you are getting closer and closer, don't confiscate my phone."
Out of the corner of Lin Wei's eyes, she saw Bai Jian buried his face on the table, his ponytail trembling with laughter.
The other classmates pursed their mouths, covered their mouths, or turned around... In short, due to Jiang Su's appalling legend, the class was in complete silence.
Seeing that Jiang Zhangyun didn't call to stop, Lin Wei paused for two seconds and continued to read in a serious manner: "Teacher, no, it's all my fault for not being optimistic about you, I don't know how many questions I'm talking about, are you really angry..."
"Pfft..."
After holding it for a long time, Lin Wei really couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.
Her smile caused the whole class to laugh out loud.
Lin Wei took a look back in embarrassment, the young man standing didn't seem to hear the laughter, and there was no emotion on his face.
Jiang Zhangyun tried his best to keep his face straight, but he didn't succeed and laughed too. She patted the table with the eraser while laughing, "Okay, don't laugh anymore."
After the laughter in the class completely disappeared, Jiang Zhangyun swept over the dozens of heads sitting below with a serious face: "Our class's highest score this time is Liang Sichen, 144.5, which is also the score of this monthly Chinese test. First grade."
"Everyone knows that Liang Sichen's language is very strong, especially his composition. He is very talented and lyrical. He has also won the National New Concept Composition Award. A good Chinese test paper is not from Liang Sichen, but from a student I took two years ago."
"He handed me a test paper, and I couldn't find any flaws, but in order to give him more room for improvement, I deducted 0.5 points for his composition. The topic of the test paper was related to the Internet. He wrote Public opinion, the last sentence, I remember it so far, public opinion is a double-edged sword, it can save people or kill people."
Jiang Zhangyun said, his eyes fell on Jiang Su who was standing in the last row: "Jiang Su, do you feel familiar?"
During Jiang Zhangyun's speech, Jiang Su, who was gradually forgotten by everyone, once again became the focus of the class.
In the face of the head teacher's roll call, he lowered his head slightly and looked at the table, without any intention of opening his mouth to answer.
The classmates in the first class are not stupid. Although Jiang Zhangyun didn't say it clearly, everyone knew that the test paper she just said was forcibly deducted 0.5 points from Jiang Su.
Everyone in the class knows that Jiang Su was once the champion of the senior high school entrance examination. He used to write in the newspaper for the senior high school entrance examination. He once won many Olympiad awards for the No. 4 high school, but everyone is in the same class. Arrogant, they all felt that the rumors about Jiang Su's greatness were a bit exaggerated.
As their head teacher, Jiang Zhangyun is inevitably a bit harsh on their Chinese grades, even though they are in the science class.
In fact, the Chinese grades of many science classes cannot be compared with the liberal arts classes, but this class is different. With Jiang Zhangyun's care, they are no worse than the top students in the liberal arts class.
The reason that Jiang Zhangyun can reach this level is because Jiang Zhangyun's requirements are really strict. No matter how good the test is, she will give you some faults to criticize. This is the first time she has brought them along for so long.
At first it seemed that he was praising Liang Sichen, but in fact he was praising Jiangsu.
The former Jiangsu.
The eyes of everyone looking at Jiang Su changed somewhat.
Especially the sentence that the head teacher read out just now is really well written.
Seeing Jiang Su's silence, Jiang Zhangyun didn't force him to respond to him, "Okay, I've said everything that should be said in the monthly exam summary, and I've also laughed if I should laugh. Now let's talk about the papers..."
"Oh, by the way, Jiang Su, you don't listen to the class anyway. Since you don't listen to the class, just copy the paper. Isn't Lin Wei's paper in your hands? I've helped her to correct her wrong title. You bring it up now. Write for me, stand and copy for me, and copy all the answers to the questions carefully, if you can’t finish copying, don’t go home tonight.”
Jiang Su shouted out from Jiang Zhangyun's mouth again, causing everyone to turn their eyes to the last row again.
"Don't look back, show me all the way forward, look at me, I don't think I'm uglier than Jiang Su." Jiang Zhangyun poked the blackboard with chalk.
More than 30 heads in a class turned towards the blackboard, only Liang Sichen in the first row stared at Jiang Su who was standing and took a second look.
(End of this chapter)