"Look at the dean's comments about the Rose Cross Society, I feel that he knows this Rose Cross Society very well." Wang Jin pointed to the comments behind the report and said.

Feng Zai nodded and said, "Yes, otherwise the dean could write "The Da Vinci Code"? And don't forget that the reason we want to study this Rose Cross is because the dean talked to us about the Rose Cross declaration in class before."

"If I had known, I would have asked the dean in advance, so we wouldn't have to check many things ourselves." Yu Bi said.

Lao Qin shook his head, "I think we should study it better on our own. We can't rely on the dean for everything. Okay, since the dean has said that, let's write another copy to try."

...

"Dad, the teacher asked us to write a diary."

In the evening, as soon as Pengpeng got home, he shouted to Zhang Chong to write a diary.

Zhang Chong was puzzled, "Your teacher asked you to write it yourself?"

"Yes!" Peng Peng pointed his head heavily.

Seeing Pengpeng nodding, Zhang Chong was a little confused. She was just in the second grade and was about to write a diary?

Zhang Chong remembers that when he was a child, the teacher asked them to write a diary when they were about to finish their third grade. It was also during the third grade final exam. There was an extra composition question in the Chinese test paper, and the number of words was specified was at least 150 words.

He remembered it very clearly because it was his first time writing an essay.

At that time, he actually didn't recognize many words. Even if he could say many things, he couldn't write them. Many words were replaced by pinyin.

Although the teaching level is different now than before, it is not so early.

For this reason, Zhang Chong also went to ask Pengpeng’s class teacher.

The head teacher told him that this was indeed true, but the requirements for diary are not high. He is just in the second grade and just write a sentence a day.

After receiving the response from the head teacher, Zhang Chong knew the general situation and said to Pengpeng, "Can you complete the tasks assigned to you by the teacher independently?"

Pengpeng said confidently, "It's OK."

"Okay, you go and write it. After finishing writing, let your father see it."

"Yes." Pengpeng took the notebook to his own room, but when he walked halfway, he turned back and asked Zhang Chong, "Dad, the teacher said you are the best person in the world who can write essays. Is this true?"

Zhang Chong shook his head, "Dad is not the best person in the world who writes essays, and there is no one in the world who writes essays the best. The so-called essay is just a kind of thing to express one's own thoughts, just like speaking. Everyone expresses different things and their expression methods are also different."

"Is the teacher lied to me?" Pengpeng asked.

"The teacher is not lying to you, she is also expressing her feelings. Just like you sometimes say that grandma is the best grandma in the world, because grandma is the best grandma in your heart, but this does not mean that other grandmas are not good grandmas."

"Oh, I understand, is it because the teacher likes the composition you wrote?"

Zhang nodded in a key light, "It's like this, go and write down what you want to write, just like you usually draw."

"Yeah, I know."

...

An hour later, Pengpeng was still sitting at the desk scratching his head. Zhang Chong walked over and asked, "How is it written?"

Pengpeng turned his head, frowned and said, "Dad, it's so difficult to write a diary."

"Can I read your diary?" Zhang Chong asked.

Pengpeng nodded, "Yes, Dad, please see."

Zhang Chong stretched out his head and looked, and there was a line of words written on the notebook - and there was also pinyin.

He tried to read: "Look for today..."

"This is me, dad, don't you even recognize the word "?"

Before Zhang Chong could read a few words, Pengpeng said the corrective way.

Hearing his daughter's words, he leaned closer and looked carefully. He really didn't see a stroke on it. Isn't this just looking for...

"Where is your turn?"

"What kind of stroke?"

"It's just that there's a stroke on it, and there's a stroke on it." He also opened the dictionary and pointed at the word "Is this the same thing as what you wrote?"

Seeing the words on the dictionary, Pengpeng patted his forehead, "Oh, that's it, then I'll add it."

After saying that, she reached out and added a stroke to the character "Looking" and became a word "I". In fact, it was not originally a word, because the word "Looking" is different from the word "Looking" and the word "Looking" are different from the word "Looking".

"This is right, write my word "10 times" Zhang Chong said.

"Oh——" Pengpeng agreed reluctantly.

Zhang Chong ignored her and continued to read the diary: "I can't write words today... I can't write them in words, right? I'll find them for you and write them ten times later."

"Okay, I'd check the dictionary if I had known it." Pengpeng pursed.

"Yes, since you can't write well, why don't you check the dictionary? A gentleman is not a different nature, he is good at using things. You don't know how to use a ready-made dictionary. Who should I blame?"

"What do you mean by what you said?"

"It means that a gentleman's qualifications and character are no different from ordinary people. It's just that a gentleman is good at using external things. Do you understand?"

"I understand it because I understand it, but I am not a gentleman, I am a girl."

"I'm still a boy." Zhang Chong said, biting his back teeth.

"Isn't it?" Pengpeng opened his eyes wide and said with confusion.

Zhang Chong rolled his eyes and said, "I will write the word "gentleman" ten times in a while."

...

On September 5, the French Ministry of Culture contacted Zhang Chong and expressed his hope to award Zhang Chong the French Knight of Art and Literature and asked for his opinions.

This French Knight Medal of Art and Literature is not something special. Many people in China have obtained it. Among them, more people have won this medal in the film and television industry, but fewer writers have been.

In fact, there are also officers and commanders in the medal position.

For Zhang Chong, this medal is no big deal.

Moreover, the ceremony of awarding medals must be held in the embassy of the Magic City, and he also had to go for it specially, which always felt a little troublesome.

However, the other party said that Zhang Chong could choose the time of the awarding ceremony. As long as it is within this year, it is fine on any day. Just tell the embassy in advance.

Since that was the case, Zhang Chong did not refuse and agreed to this matter.

As for the award ceremony, he has no time recently, so he has to wait until he has been busy with this period. If there is anything to go to the Magic City, it is best to complete the award ceremony by the way.

In fact, Zhang Chong has rejected many awards in the past two years, all of which are not very in-class awards.

However, if someone does not need to receive a prize, he will not directly refuse it, and ask someone to collect it on his behalf, or send the trophy or something directly.

If he received every award, he might not be able to rest for 365 days a year, either receiving the award or on the way to receiving the award.
Chapter completed!