The electric fan squeaked and rotated, the cicadas outside the window were clamoring, and the classroom was crowded, but in the next second, the whole world became quiet.

The Chinese teacher pushed the door open and his face was not very good.

For senior high school students who have heavy tasks, Chinese is the most intimate one among the six main courses, especially when the teacher who teaches Chinese is talkative and funny, the charm of this course reaches a peak.

There happened to be such a Chinese teacher in the top class of Jiangming No. 1 Middle School.

The full name of this teacher, Zhao Ningcheng, is about 30 years old. He graduated from the Chinese Department of a prestigious university and wrote very beautiful calligraphy. In his class, time flies by, and there is no longer the long time of mathematics, physics and chemistry. It seems that the bell rang after just over ten minutes of get out of class.

It is conceivable that Zhao Ningcheng is very popular. He not only has a place in the minds of students, but is also loved and valued by school leaders.

At 4:35 pm, Zhao Ningcheng stood on the podium.

He flipped the lesson plan with his left hand and held the chalk in his right hand. His hair was meticulously combed, his body was tall and thin but very well-proportioned, like a young man in an old photo.

Zhao Ningcheng said: "I won't be in a new class today. I will take out your monthly exam papers. Let's correct the topics and summarize the types of regular exam questions."

There was a sound of turning the papers in the audience.

"Let's talk about the composition first," Zhao Ningcheng said. "The title of this composition is called "Reject Mediocrity", which can be summarized into inspirational essays. I believe everyone is prepared."

He picked up the chalk and wrote the composition classification on the blackboard.

"Xia Linxi's composition has been fully scored," Teacher Zhao looked at Xia Linxi, "Let's applause first, and then ask Xia to read it to everyone."

The classroom window sash was half open, and a warm wind blew in. The class heard the endless applause, like a warm and surging hymn.

Xia Linxi's seat was in the back row, and many students turned their heads to look at her, waiting for her to stand up from her original position, and recite a full-score essay.

However, Xia Linxi said: "I'm sorry, teacher, I can't find my test paper."

Zhao Ningcheng smiled and asked, "Didn't you send the test paper?"

"I put the papers on the table," Xia Linxi leaned down and picked up a stack of textbooks on the table, "It ended up missing."

Zhao Ningcheng said, "You search for it again, if you can't find it, forget it."

Xia Linxi unzipped the zipper of her schoolbag and lifted it upside down. The seat was messy, but her test paper was not seen.

After a minute of quiet in the classroom, several students started chatting. The chat content was nothing more than "How many hours did you sleep last night" or "How many questions do you plan to do today". This meaningless idle talk can relieve some of the pressure.

Of course, what is more important is that Zhao Ningcheng has a more than ten times better temper than the vicious head teacher. Speaking in a low voice in his Chinese class has always been a tacit thing.

Xia Linxi heard his classmates whispering, hoping that he could find his test paper in the next second.

She has a stubborn spirit of not giving up until she achieves her goal, and a competitive spirit that must be the best. The thing that was originally simply looking for a test paper has now evolved into a task that must be completed.

Xia Linxi took out everything in the drawer and piled it on the desk, making a loud and loud sound.

The whole classroom fell into a moment of silence.

The teacher is always extra tolerant to good students, and Zhao Ningcheng is no exception. He stood on the three-foot podium and asked the whole class: "Which student has seen Xia Linxi's test paper?"

Everyone shook their heads and said no.

"It seems that the fate is not enough today," Zhao Ningcheng said, "Xia Linxi, you can sit down first."

Xia Linxi picked up her schoolbag and sat back on her original position. But she did not give up and was still looking for it.

Zhao Ningcheng knocked on the blackboard: "We continue to analyze the questions. I have told you many times, what is the writing test? It is to grasp the intention of the question-setting person, so you must learn to classify the essays and prepare your own sentences. The compositions for this monthly exam can be summarized into the third common writing method, and I have summarized them for you..."

Jiang Zhenghan was unintentionally listening. He looked at Xia Linxi in the front row and didn't quite understand how good things could disappear.

He tapped his fingers on the table, turned his face to look at the window, just in time to meet Chen Yichuan's gaze.

There are four ceiling fans in the classroom, hanging on both sides of the central axis. Students who are remote in the classroom are often unlucky to enjoy it - such as Chen Yichuan sitting by the window.

On this hot afternoon, he could only fan himself and use something of moderate thickness to create some flowing air.

While fanning himself with his homework book, Chen Yichuan smiled at Jiang Zhenghan.

Jiang Zhenghan raised his eyebrows and turned his answer sheet into pages.

There are two pages in the Chinese answer sheet, but after turning the page, Jiang Zhenghan found that he had three pages.

The bottom one is printed with Xia Linxi's name.

Xia Linxi obviously practiced calligraphy with good pen and hard work. Her handwriting was very neat and clean, and every stroke was pleasing to the eye. At first glance, she seemed to be carved out of steel plates.

Such outstanding fonts, coupled with the classic content, are almost the standard for high-scoring essays.

For a moment, Jiang Zhenghan wanted to keep this test paper privately.

But Jiang Zhenghan was an open-minded person. He asked himself that he had not taken Xia Linxi's test papers, and there was no secret hiding them. So he planned to return the papers to Xia Linxi and explain the whole story to her.

Unfortunately, Jiang Zhenghan ignored his deskmate Zhang Huaiwu.

Zhang Huaiwu stared at the blackboard listlessly, and saw Jiang Zhenghan's desk out of the corner of his eyes. Jiang Zhenghan wrote it with his hand. Of course, Zhang Huaiwu knew about the word "Dog Crawling".

But now, the word "dog crawling" is not right now. It does not have the unrestrained temperament of the past, but only the meaning of a piece of iron painted silver hook.

Zhang Huaiwu noticed something strange, so he narrowed his eyes, leaned over and looked at it, and immediately scolded: "I said, Brother Zheng, why are you here? Let me hurry up!"

After saying that, he pushed Jiang Zhenghan.

Zhang Huaiwu deliberately lowered his voice. Of course, Teacher Zhao couldn't hear it, but Xia Linxi heard it.

Xia Linxi turned around and met Jiang Zhenghan's eyes.

She asked, "You took it?"

Jiang Zhenghan did not answer, and he directly returned the test paper to her.

Xia Linxi pulled the test paper and asked, "Can you borrow it well? Do you have to take it secretly?"

"If you don't ask for it, you'll steal it," Gu Xiaoman witnessed the whole incident. Thinking of Xia Linxi who had just been looking for crazy, she also said viciously: "I deserve to fail."

Deserve to fail.

Jiang Zhenghan looked down at his test paper, and the sixty-two points on it were a little shocking at this moment.

Even Zhang Huaiwu was so sorry for being a tough guy: "Xia Linxi has been looking for it for so long just now, why didn't you say anything? She was very embarrassed when she stood in the seat. She was still a top student, which was different from those of us who were shameless..."

"If I really steal, I will definitely put it directly into my schoolbag and not on the table," Jiang Zhenghan asked back, "Chen Yichuan sent me three answer sheets, do you believe it?"

Xia Linxi turned his face and immediately replied: "I believe it."

Gu Xiaoman was stunned at first, and then immediately defended: "What do you believe in? He is so unfounded that he is so dirty."

"Okay, stop fighting," Xia Linxi held a ballpoint pen and pretended to be generous, "Just throw a test paper, forget it if you find it."

It's a big deal.

Xia Linxi complained in his heart, "You Chen Yichuan, I'm embarrassed in Chinese class."

At this time, there were more than twenty minutes left before the get out of class was over. Zhao Ningcheng had already talked about poetry appreciation. He quoted several examples from the quotation and walked to Chen Yichuan's seat.

There is a question on the monthly exam paper called "Analyzing the last sentence of "Xiang Jixuan Zhi". Zhao Ningcheng knocked on Chen Yichuan's desk and asked him to stand up and answer the questions.

Zhao Ningcheng said: "Please appreciate the ending sentence of "Xiang Jixuan Zhi" for everyone - there is a loquat tree in the courtyard, which was planted by my wife when she died, and now it is like a ridge."

Chen Yichuan put down the test paper, stood up straight, and replied: "The author placed his grief in mourning his deceased wife on a loquat tree. He used the method of empathizing with things to express the central idea that things change and time flies, fully reflecting the author's remembrance and love for his deceased wife."

"Very good," Zhao Ningcheng praised, "Similar to empathizing with things, touching the scenery and sending emotions to things, students should write at least one keyword. You can refer to Chen Yichuan when answering questions."

Chen Yichuan gave the standard answer and sat back on his seat steadily.

Xia Linxi was very dissatisfied.

She said: "Don't everyone write this kind of answer?"

Jiang Zhenghan leaned forward slightly and whispered: "I don't know."

Xia Linxi replied: "I don't believe it."

In order to prove his innocence, Jiang Zhenghan handed her his test paper.

Xia Linxi opened the paper and saw that in the appreciation of the ending sentence of "Xiang Jixuan Zhi", Jiang Zhenghan wrote this: This sentence is very touching, and the author probably wrote it to cry at that time.

This sentence is very touching, and the author probably wrote that he was crying at that time.

Xia Linximo remained silent and was shocked by Jiang Zhenghan's honesty.

She turned her face and looked at Jiang Zhenghan with an inquiring gaze. Perhaps there was no need to inquiry - he was stupid.

Xia Linxi was thinking a lot in his mind, then opened the entire answer sheet and saw that Jiang Zhenghan's composition score was terrible, which was almost an unheard of low score.

The composition title "Reject Mediocrity", this is how classmate Jiang started. He wrote on the test paper: Everyone is born different, mediocrity is a normal state and an alien state, and it is impossible to refuse at all.

Oh my go, I dare to refute the question. This person is beyond help, Xia Linxi thought.

But what is even more terrifying than being helpless is that Xia Linxi actually felt that what he said makes sense.

She closed his test paper and returned it to him intact. She heard Jiang Zhenghan ask, "Do you think I wrote it right?"

"Forty-one percent is right," Xia Linxi said, "Your score is sixty-two, divided by the total score of one hundred and five, and the result is zero-four-one."

Jiang Zhenghan smiled, not seemingly angry.
Chapter completed!