Mu Qingxin noticed the gaze of instructor Zi Jinfu, and felt that she could not escape the fate of being asked today.
"Those classmates from last week, where are your handwritings?" Zi Jinfu looked at Mu Qingxin and asked with a smile.
"Hula..."
Several students immediately stood up and walked to the podium with papers in their hands. Mu Qingxin took out a stack of paper from the space, stood up, walked to the podium, and handed it over.
"If I remember correctly, there seem to be two classmates who haven't handed in yet." The smile on Zi Jinfu's face remained unchanged as he scanned the students below.
"What? Did I remember it wrong?" Zi Jinfu looked at the two silent students, a coldness flashed in his eyes, and smiled, "The second student from the left in the eighth row, the second student from the right in the sixth row Five classmates, where are your handwritten transplant information?"
The two students who were named did not expect Zi Jinfu to remember them. They looked... embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
"Didn't you write it?" Zi Jinfu's voice had turned slightly cold.
"No...no, tutor, I still have a small part to finish..." One of the students stood up in shock and said.
"What about you?" Zi Jinfu looked at another student.
"Teacher, when you talked about heterogeneous transplants, you talked about so much that I couldn't remember it, so I couldn't write it down." Another student said confidently.
"Haha..." Zi Jinfu sneered twice when he heard what the student said. He looked down at the handwritten manuscripts handed in by the students just now and read them one by one, ignoring the two students.
For a moment, the classroom was quiet. The seniors looked at the two students with a mixture of schadenfreude and sympathy.
Mu Qingxin looked at Zi Jinfu on the stage and saw him quickly flipping through the papers he had just handed in one by one. Suddenly, he stopped and took a piece of paper and read it carefully. After finishing, quickly read the following content.
"Mu Qingxin"
Zi Jinfu's hand holding the paper trembled slightly, and the classroom... looked at Mu Qingxin excitedly with surprised and appreciative eyes.
"Yes." Mu Qingxin stood up and looked at her mentor in confusion.
"Did you write this?" Zi Jinfu raised the paper in his hand.
"Yes, mentor." Mu Qingxin replied.
When Zi Jinfu heard this answer, his face flashed with an expression of disbelief. He looked at the words in his hand and then at Mu Qingxin with a look of disbelief.
"Okay! Okay..., classmate Mu, your handwriting is great!" Zi Jinfu said with admiration as he looked at the handwriting on his hand.
"I didn't expect that classmate Mu from our class can write so well." Zi Jinfu looked at Mu Qingxin with bright eyes, and then gently put away a stack of handwritten manuscripts that Mu Qingxin handed over in his hand. Carefully lay the paper flat and put it into your folder.
"Teacher, we also want to see how good Mu Qingxin's calligraphy is!" the very arrogant student just now shouted loudly.
This student is obviously an S1-level freshman. He doesn’t know the character of Instructor Zi Jinfu. He thought that with a gentle smile on Instructor Zi Jinfu’s face, he seems to be easy to talk to. In fact, this is not the case. He will feel better later. .
Zi Jinfu stopped loading the folders, looked at the students, and asked, "Do you want to see it?"
"Think!" All the students shouted loudly, looking at the instructor just now, which aroused everyone's curiosity.
"Okay, let you take a look." Zi Jinfu agreed, and carefully took out Mu Qingxin's handwritten manuscripts from the folder, then took a photo of one of them with his optical brain, and then... shot it out. , for everyone to see.
"Wow!" Everyone looked at the words on the projection and were shocked.
"Better looking than the words on the brain!"
"This word looks quite pleasing to the eye..."
"How was this written? It couldn't have been printed, right?"
"What kind of seal should I use? The words on the optical brain are not as beautiful as this!"
... Everyone looked at the words on the projection and started talking. They suddenly thought that the words someone posted on the Star Network last night were those of Mu Qingxin, so that Xinxin was Mu Qingxin!
For a moment, everyone looked at Mu Qingxin with surprise, surprise, admiration, admiration...
Zi Jinfu ignored the group of students and carefully put Mu Qingxin's handwritten manuscript into a folder and put it away, while the handwritten manuscripts submitted by other students were casually folded and put aside.
The students who had their handwritten manuscripts casually put aside asked: "Teacher, does such a big difference look good?"
Zi Jinfu: "It's beautiful. Your words hurt my eyes!"
Zi Jinfu put away the projector and looked at the students below, who gradually fell silent.
"In the last class, it seems that Mu Qingxin wrote the most handwritten content, probably more than you two combined. So why was it that Mu Qingxin was able to finish it but you two couldn't?" Zi Jinfu asked coldly. .
"Could it be that your handwriting is better than Mu Qingxin's, so you can't finish it in order to maintain the handwriting?!"
"Don't tell me that I can't remember. As a student, you should remember everything the instructor teaches in class. What do you think alien plants are? Ordinary plants? Can they be trampled to death with one foot? Let me tell you, I will tell you If you can't remember the content, when you encounter the alien plant I talked about and die in the future when you are practicing outside, I will not admit that you are my students!"
The smile on Zi Jinfu's face had completely disappeared at this time. He looked at the two students who had not turned in and said in a deep voice, "Today is the first time. Since you two are freshmen, I will give you a chance, but remember , my class has only one chance. The handwriting content I assigned you last time is doubled and four times!
Also, today I talked about everything about transplantation, twice! If you can't turn in the next class, the credits for your transplantation class will be zero, and you won't have to take any future classes! "
When they heard that the instructor wanted to deduct credits, the faces of the two students changed immediately, and they immediately promised the instructor that they would turn in the credits in the next class.
Credits are very important to the students of Philiber College, because the future prospects also depend on the number of credits each person obtains in the college.
Seeing the two classmates who were immediately frightened, the seniors showed expressions that they had already guessed. The freshmen looked at the instructor Zi Jinfu fearfully, so that in the future, everyone's attention would be very high. concentrated.
"Student Mu, describe the appearance and characteristics of Xingyue Grass!"
"Student Mu, tell us about the living environment of this alien plant!"
"Student Mu, tell me what is this alien plant afraid of?"
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She originally thought that if her words caught the instructor's attention, she would not be asked questions by the instructor in this class, and even if there were fewer questions, who would tell her when the "exclusive position for instructors to ask questions" was changed? Moved from the first row to the second row