On the second day of Chinese class, Qianmai was the first to hand in this gorgeous homework with pictures and texts.
Lan Yifeng took it and looked at the super abstract monster. On the contrary, I feel that the word Qianmai is quite rare among first-grade pupils. Although the homework is untidy and the proportions are different, the font is generous and powerful. I couldn't help but look at Qianmai a few more times. The little man was only half a head taller than the small desk. In the end, it was a child's xinxing, and I must have written it and started playing.
Lan Yifeng collected homework from the students behind in order. Qianmai is depressed. For Mao, for Mao, am I the first? Now she can finally understand why so many students wanted to sit in the last row. Last night, Latent Wheat also wanted to remedy it. Reluctantly, the back of the white paper was also stunned by the ink. I want to go to the grocery store and get a blank sheet of paper to rewrite. There is no electricity this night. Needless to say, Qianmai doesn’t have the skills of other rebirth heroines. He just turns waste into treasure. With a light stroke of pen and ink, he can turn the "treasure sword" that Qian Xiaohai knows only into vividness. Illustration.
Uh, Qianmai once again despised his lack of special skills.
Lan Yifeng walked around the classroom, and then carefully looked at the class's first homework on the podium. Decided to check the results. Her method is to call her classmates on the blackboard and write her own names in order.
Latent wheat, logically, is NO.1. Go up and pick up the chalk, stand on the long stool specially prepared for the short classmate, and squeak and write on the blackboard. After I finished writing, I admired it stinkingly. After all, I practiced yesterday, and it feels much pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it. Unexpectedly, the small body leaned too far back, staggered, and he was about to turn his feet into the sky. Fortunately, Lan Yifeng's hands and eyes were quick and he held on before landing. The enthusiasm in the classroom, the embarrassment of Qianmai, can't wait to find a way to hide on the spot. Seeing Qian Mai's face flushed, Lan Yifeng couldn't help but laugh. How frizzy the child was, patted her shoulders and relieved a few words before letting her go back to her seat. Although she was also surprised that Qian Mai's stroke sequence was completely correct, she didn't think it was weird to think about it. Xu was the old Qian Qian's family who taught it.
There is a saying: "There is no weirdest thing, only weirder."
For the students of class (1), yesterday’s homework was drawn in circles on white paper. It was barely possible to simulate the name, but it was not the same concept at all if it was written silently on the blackboard without the sample.
So, someone was stunned in front of the blackboard, writing, wiping, wiping and writing, stunned that small area was polished sharply; some people squeezed chalk with their hands clenched into fists, and writing a word is like fighting; there are also Due to time constraints, people only wrote a surname; some people wrote it out, but there were fewer shortcomings; the more talented people even opened a character-making factory exclusively. "Fang Ying" was abbreviated as "Fang Yang", "Zheng Fuyu" became the majestic "King Zheng", "Lin Miao" transformed into "Lin Girl", and "Chen Zuping" changed without a teacher. Named "Chen Ban"...
Lan Yifeng laughed uncontrollably while commenting. The classroom was even more upset. Kids, you laugh at me, I laugh at you, haha, after laughing at others, I remembered that I was going to be on it later, both excited and nervous. Compared with these, the little episode of Qianmai is nothing short of a big deal, and it has disappeared early.
Of course, some people write well. Especially the girl named Sun Hongmei, who wrote very well, with well-proportioned structure and well-balanced lines. The clothes she wears are also different from those of ordinary rural children who are made of khaki cloth and are indeed good. She wears a flared and slightly thicker cotton blue skirt, which is refreshing and refreshing. The whole person looks like a pleasing flower.
What excites Qian Mai most is that she finally found a fellow in the same way. "Ruan Huihui", the little girl wearing pink shirt with Fen Dudu, wrote the same characters as yesterday's Qianmai, the size of a bamboo basket, and the three characters in a ladder shape. The writing is getting bigger and bigger. OMG, the last "Hui", is exactly the size of 16 karats of paper. She accounts for the largest percentage of the entire blackboard. She must have been the most worry-free for the whole class of homework yesterday, and she was able to get three or five names.
Lan Yifeng was satisfied after checking the homework: Sun Hongmei, Qian Mai, Qian Zhongliang, Li Xianjun, and Yang Chao all wrote correctly and well. Other students are also good. It is very rare that you can receive this effect once you just enrolled in homework. Writing the name can be regarded as an entrance test. After finding out, Lan Yifeng is very confident in this class.
In the last part of the Chinese class, Lan Yifeng praised Sun Hongmei in particular. She held up the white homework written by Sun Hongmei and walked back and forth in the classroom. Qian Mai turned his head to look, oh my god, it was densely packed with the three words "Sun Hongmei", and they were all lined up in rows and neatly aligned. What's even more surprising is that even the back is finished, and no gap is wasted. Strong man.
Therefore, when Lan Yifeng announced that Sun Hongmei was the monitor, the class was completely silent. Sun Hongmei quietly conquered class (1) for a year with a blank piece of paper.
In addition, also elected at the same time are the study committee member Li Xianjun, the cultural and entertainment committee Ruan Huihui, the discipline committee member Yang Chao, the sports committee member Ye Haiwei, and the health committee member Chen Zuping.
Amidst the crackling and enthusiastic applause, the six giants of the year (1) class appeared.
After school in the morning, Qian Mai and Qian Xiaofen returned home together. Today's Qian Xiaofen, looking at the sunrise after pulling aside the clouds and mist, his eyes narrowed with a smile. Because she has become a member of the entertainment committee, a "little official" appointed by the teacher himself. People were refreshed on happy occasions, and when they were about to get home, this guy rushed in first and yelled to announce the good news to Lan Meier.
Miss Lan was overjoyed, and immediately shouted to her uncle who was scornful in the hall: "Songyu, our Xiaofen has become a'committee'."
Keke, Qianmai who had just entered the door was almost choked with saliva. Muttered in his mouth: "Whoever wants to say that rural people don't understand humor in the future, I will never end with him.