Fast-traveling female supporting role counterattacks in a different way

Chapter 187 Kite with a Broken String
"One more thing, the task I assigned this weekend, what? Have you forgotten? Why are you looking at me with such a bewildered expression?" Fat Pockmark frowned, then shook his head helplessly, aggravated In a tone of voice, he patted the desk, "It's the letters your parents wrote to me, hand them in! Why are you still in a daze, with a bitter face, what do you look like! Hurry up and hand it in, from the first row near the door Start by bringing them up one by one in order."

Everyone, look at me and I look at you, and then suddenly realized that this is the matter. I thought that the weekend homework assigned by the teachers of each subject should be handed over to the head teacher, so that he, a political representative, can take a look at it first!
"Don't dawdle and hurry up. If anyone doesn't bring it, I will ask for leave early tomorrow morning. I will take it home. If I can't get it, don't go to class!" Fat Pocky looked serious.

Everyone started to hand in the task according to the order of their seats.

It was Rosie's turn, she stepped forward calmly, and handed the origami letter to the fat pockmark who had already stretched out her hand and squinted her eyes.

He took it, opened the letter paper, and looked at it. The other party looked up at Rosie again, and nodded, "Your parents' handwriting is pretty good, and you can see that they are educated people. By the way, who wrote this in your family?"

"My father." Rosie lied solemnly, watching her nose, nose, and mouth.

"Oh, what culture does he have?" Fat Pockmark unconsciously spoke the dialect in the corner of his Gada.

Rosie looked up at him in surprise, and he also noticed it himself. As a teacher, he touched his nose awkwardly when speaking in tongues, coughed, and repeated solemnly: "Your father , what level of education is he?"

No tongues this time!

"I haven't finished elementary school yet." Rosie wanted to say that, but she held back because of the comparison among classmates.

She was afraid that if she said that, some classmates would get together again later and laugh at her behind her back. Rosie didn't care, but she was afraid that if they laughed at her face to face, it would be too embarrassing for her.

"Oh, my dad's education is not as high as yours. I haven't asked him about the details." Faced with Fat Mazi's casual question, Rosie replied wittily.

"Well, go back to your seat."

Standing behind her, poking around the corner of her mouth with letter paper, narrowing her eyes to look at the fat and pockmarked Liu Mancang, seeing Rosie turning around, she quickly stood up straight, withdrew her redundant expression, and got out of the way...

Soon, Fat Pocky was standing on the podium with a stack of letter papers, pointing to those classmates who were still standing on their seats, pulling their heads together and feeling down, and said impatiently: "Early tomorrow morning, Hurry home and get it, if you can’t get the letter from my parents, don’t come to school, if you can’t get it after three days, I’ll persuade you to leave!”

Fat Pocky finally flicked his sleeves, and left with a figure-of-foot step.

The air in the classroom has also become cheerful and free.

Monday, the third and fourth quarters, is the composition class of the first and second classes of junior high school.

After the bell rang for the third period, the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom holding a large stack of composition texts.

When I put them on the desk and raised my hand to support the gold-rimmed glasses, the Chinese teacher looked very helpless: "Yesterday afternoon, your class representative, I reviewed the composition that was collected for the weekend. , I found that there are very few well-written ones.”

After a pause, his eyes were full of sarcasm, "I didn't expect that most of you are Chinese, and your writing level is still in the second grade of elementary school. You agreed to at least 100 words, and you all wrote more than [-] words and then you can't write." Once it’s handed in, someone even wrote dozens of words, and it’s over, what about looking at pictures and writing words?”

"The most unexpected thing for me is that there is a classmate who wrote more than 200 words in the whole article, with only one punctuation mark." He helped his forehead helplessly, "Do you know what punctuation mark he used? There is only one period , he used it at the end of the article to tell me he was done."

"Puchi, hahaha~" The whole class roared with laughter, and then looked around while laughing, everyone thought it might be something his deskmate did.

Don't look at the other person smiling too, that's just covering up!

"Did you do it?" Liu Mancang wiped away the tears from laughing, and approached Rosie to ask.

Rosie: →_→

I still think you did it!Tears are coming out!Seeing the suspicious eyes of the other party, Rosie rolled her eyes and turned to look directly at the person on the podium.

The other party was also grinning silently at this time, but there was a little chill in that smile.

"Stop, stop laughing. When laughing at others, think about how much better you can be than others. It's really fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps!" The face of the Chinese teacher completely turned cold.

The whisper stopped abruptly, everyone looked at each other for a while, and then lowered their heads at the same time, looking at the table frame.

Some people even started to put their hands into the table frame and play with the gadgets placed inside.

"I won't mention the names of those who write badly. This time I will give you a little face. If you want to do it again next time, then don't blame me for not giving you face!" He said and picked up the top one. Ben, "This is the only well-written article I found in your class. This classmate's name is Shangguan Xuelan. Who is it? Stand up!"

When Rosie heard her name being called, she stood up slowly with sullen face, her eyes wandering around.

Feeling dozens of pairs of eyes falling on her body, Rosie felt very uncomfortable and felt very hot. She couldn't help but raise her head and wipe the non-existent sweat on her forehead.

"Well, sit down!" Hearing the magnetic voice unique to the familiar middle-aged man, Rosie sat down quickly, let go of her clenched hands, and wiped the sweat on her knees.

"I'll read to you this composition written by classmate Shangguan Xuelan. Title: "I" Content: My name is Shangguan Xuelan, and I have the same surname as Shangguan Waner, a famous talented woman from the Tang Dynasty, and..."

"After the full text, this composition has more than 600 words. The number of words is sufficient, the language is concise, the sentences are smooth, and the expression is clear. It can be called a model essay. If you have time in private, you can borrow it from Shangguan Xuelan and read it again. Composition level, compare your own composition again, find the shortcomings, don't..."

The two composition classes passed quickly, and it was lunch time.

Rosie looked at the half-written new composition, and then at the classmates rushing towards the door of the classroom, closed the composition, put down the pen, and joined the crowd.

Really hungry!
……

Just after the lunch break, as soon as the stunned head arrived in the classroom, Pocky Pocky hurried in: "I'll tell you one thing, the school will organize the opening ceremony, and you all bring your stools, and the monitor will lead you to the playground as a class-based class." The unit is assembled, hurry up, why are you still sitting there in a daze?"

So, after everyone reacted, they cheered, took the benches, and crowded towards the door of the classroom again.

They kept yelling: "Finally, I don't have to go to class!"

(End of this chapter)