Chapter 148: The string is about to break

The string will break if it is tight.

This kind of day lasted for about seven days. Although Wu Jie had a huge question bank support, he felt that he couldn't hold on. One day he woke up and felt that he had a severe toothache. When he touched it, half of his face was swollen. It turned out that he was too busy this time, and his gums became inflamed.

The pain made my heart feel panicked.

Moth was so scared that he was so scared that he quickly asked Lian Lao San to invite a doctor home, prescribed a dose of medicine for him, and then let Wu Jie go to the school.

It was too late to arrive, but fortunately Mr. Dai hadn't arrived yet, otherwise he wouldn't know what he would be scolded.

Wu Jie could see that Mr. Dai was very optimistic about himself. However, he was so deeply in love and ruthless in dealing with him, Wu Jie. During this period, he was scolded by him several times because he did not write the Five Classics well.

After sitting back to his seat, Lu Chang lay on the table as usual to make up for his sleepiness.

Seeing that there was still some time, Wu Jie grinded the ink, glued the ink with a quill pen, and continued to copy "The Story of the Stone". He hadn't written this book for several days, and it wasn't that he didn't write it on purpose, but he really didn't have time.

Especially since the day before yesterday, Mr. Dai's homework was even more disastrous: he drafted an outline, drew an outline of the test essay he bought from the market, and used the essay to explain why the author wrote this way, how to solve the questions, undertake the questions, start stocks, stocks, and stocks.

The outline is easy to write, only one or two hundred words in length, but the subsequent discussion requires thousands of words, sometimes even more than the original text.

This thing is not as easy to copy, and it is impossible to learn from. Wu Jie can only calm down and write carefully according to his understanding of the eight-legged essay.

Based on Wu Jie, it is naturally not easy to write such an article at all. Every time I write a paragraph, I have to catch my scalp for a long time.

Fortunately, modern people are still very familiar with the introductory summary, so they will not make a fool of themselves.

As for other students, they had been tortured by their husbands and had a gray complexion, just like dead people.

However, when Wu Jie turned around and thought, he was shocked to find that his understanding of eight-legged essays seemed to have improved a higher level than before, and he also understood the writing rules in it.

Even if you don’t have a model essay in hand now, even if you really go to the exam room, the test questions are not as recorded in real history. Wu Jie can write a decent article quickly.

He was shocked and shocked: Dai Shisheng is indeed amazing. Even I, a pure eight-legged layman, has been hammering him in his hands for such a period of time, and he has become a master of all the masters. If it were someone else, I don’t know how much I would be promoted.

If this guy is in modern society, at least the level of a national special teacher at Peking University Affiliated Middle School and Huanggang Middle School.

Because he was too busy during this period and didn't bother to see Tang Mi, Wu Jie felt a little depressed.

However, after thinking about it, it was the provincial examination immediately, and Ms. Tang should be able to understand it. Besides, she already knew that I, Wu Jie, studied in the Lu family, and should not be too worried.

As for "The Story of Stone", it has been closed for three days. Even some time ago, Wu Jie didn't have much time to write too many chapters, so he only hanged two thousand words a day and became a 2KK party.

I thought Miss Lu San would be angry, but Wu Jie was also worried about the fat man.

It's strange that since that night, Lu Shuang has not been urging her to update as Wu Jie imagined. Whenever Fatty Lu handed over the manuscript, she always generously returned a few pages of the erotic pictures.

After a while, most of the erotic palace was about to come back, which made Wu Jie feel a little confused.

However, two days after the break, the female devil was finally annoyed. There was no way, so Wu Jie could only force himself to lift up and start writing.

After writing for a long time, he realized that something was wrong. The bookstore was too quiet.

I couldn't help but put down my quill and looked up. Most of the students were sleeping.

Unlike Fatty Lu who was sleeping for a long time, other students still maintained the basic demeanor of scholars, only put their right hand on their chin and closed their eyes and pretended to sleep. But their heads kept lit downwards, which seemed like a flock of chickens pecking at feed.

Even Lu Xuan and Lin Tingchen looked tired, and even in their sleep, their brows were furious.

It is certain that after the provincial examination, once I recalled this study life, many people would see Mr. Dai's severe face in their dreams, and then be awakened by a living.

He laughed silently, and Wu Jie was about to continue writing, but he saw Mr. Dai standing at the door.

Wu Jie hurriedly kicked Lu Chang.

Lu Chang raised his head in confusion: "What?"

When my nose heated, a stream of blood spurted out, and it turned red.

He was also angry.

The fat man's life during this period can only be described as hell. He looks very unfair on weekdays, but once he gets ruthless, he will get stuck in a slight slight manner. During this period, he sleeps less than two hours a day, and he loses a lot of weight, and even his dazzling double chin disappears.

On weekdays, I talk to people, but as I talk, I am distracted and smiled with a slutty face.

The fat man had a nosebleed, which naturally caused a mess.

After finally calming down in the bookstore, Mr. Dai's expression remained unchanged and he said slowly: "It's time for class, continue to write the outline."

The fat man squirted out the paper ball stuffed into his nostrils: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

The Shanghai accent of later generations, which made people laugh.

However, it is understandable that the Lu family’s ancestral home is Hangzhou, and it is estimated that many of the Shanghai people in later generations immigrated from Hangzhou.

Everyone drooped their heads, their faces numb, and they couldn't see any vitality.

"However, there is no need to write a comment. Just draw a brief outline and you can get off school after you finish writing."

"Ah, it's great!" All the students came alive and cheered in a low voice.

Mr. Dai smiled: "I won't leave my homework today."

"That's great!" The cheers rose.

Mr. Dai continued: "During this period, everyone has been studying very hard, and I am very pleased. I will have a day off tomorrow and I won't use it for school. Okay, just do it like this. You guys do the questions yourself and go home after writing." Then he left with his hands behind his back.

"Okay!" All the students stood up and applauded loudly, their faces red with excitement.

It was already August 20th, and there were more than ten days to go to the provincial examination. It was too hard to study during this period, and everyone couldn't hold on.

Finally got a holiday, and everyone had the idea of ​​having fun tomorrow and relaxing. No, it will start tonight.

Chuguan brothel, teahouse, tile shop, beautiful scenery of the west mountain, moon on Lugou Bridge, I'm here!

Immediately asked someone to shout: "I finally got free, let's have a literary lecture!"

This proposal immediately aroused a lot of consent.

Wu Jie smiled but didn't take it seriously. Tonight was a great time to meet Tang Mi. Even if you forget about the literary meeting, the fat man would still study at home and would not attend.

At this time, Lu Xuan stood up: "Don't have to hold a separate literary meeting, you have to wait for a good thing to know."

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