Double Life: My whole world is you

"Hey, Cheng Hui, didn't you go back home?" Cheng Song asked, "Why are you back again? Did you miss the school meals halfway through your journey?"

"Oh my god, we've been eating the same old dishes at school for over a year now, who would miss them?" Cheng Hui said with a bitter face, "Class 1, I have some bad news for you."

Hearing her words, Cheng Qiao, who had already prepared her meal, followed Wang Ran over and asked, "What's the matter?"

"We don't have a holiday in the afternoon. We have lunch and then self-study. We have one class in the afternoon, and then we have another class for a class meeting." Cheng Hui said, "The 'tiger' stood at the school gate to block the whole class."

"Are we the only class in this class?" Wang Ran asked in disbelief.

Cheng Hui nodded helplessly, and she followed behind to queue up for food.

The other classes saw that the students in Class 1 were full of sympathy, and they immediately distanced themselves from them. The students in Class 1 also quickly gathered together...

"What?" Everyone was angry. Luo Xu jumped up and asked, "Is Tiger crazy? He didn't let us take a good holiday, but forced us to attend two classes?"

"The key is to hold a class meeting." Cheng Qiao closed her eyes and suddenly felt that she was no longer hungry, and the beef sauce in the bowl no longer smelled good.

"Start a class meeting..." Everyone looked at Zhang Yandi and Cheng Qiao.

Looking at everyone's gazes, Zhang Yandi remained calm and composed. Cheng Qiao wanted to explode on the spot...

Wang Shuai saw Cheng Qiao's bitter and resentful expression, so he poured all the remaining beef sauce to her and said to her, "Come on, Cheng Qiao, I'm rooting for you."

Cheng Qiao scooped a few more mouthfuls of the liquid and replied listlessly, "Okay, thank you."

"Cheng Qiao, you didn't fail to write your self-criticism, did you?" Cheng Hui asked gloatingly.

Hearing her words, Cheng Qiao thought of the apology letter that was delivered to the table. She wondered if she could take this opportunity to find the person who helped her write the apology letter. So she said, "It's not written! Everyone, hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, each of you can help me think a little bit. I will write 1,000 words."

"No, no..." Everyone quickly refused.

"Everyone, please help me." Cheng Qiao pleaded with everyone, "Not much, not much, just help me write fifty words, including the words of the self-criticism."

"Please help me!" Luo Ting said, "It would be difficult for her to write a thousand words in such a short time."

Cheng Qiao quickly cast a grateful look at the others. Wang Shuai also expressed his opinion, "I'll help you write something too."

"I'll write something too." Wang Liqin also quickly expressed her opinion.

"I'll write a little bit too." Wang Ran scratched his head, "Although, I've never written before and I don't know how to write."

Seeing this, the others had no choice but to follow suit and said, "I'll write something too."

Zhang Yandi was puzzled when he saw Cheng Qiao's behavior. [Doesn't she have that beautiful self-review? Why did she ask everyone to help write it? Did she lose it? I'll find a way to give her my thousand-word self-review later.]

After finishing her meal, Cheng Qiao hurriedly said goodbye to Cheng Xia and Cheng Xiu, and urged everyone to go to the classroom. At this time, the seats in the classroom had been arranged. Two boys who were playing nearby said, "We wanted to go out, but Tiger caught us and moved the tables and chairs. He said he would be in the classroom at 1:30."

Cheng Qiao looked at the time. It was twelve fifty-five. She urged, "Fifteen minutes. Hurry up, everyone."

She picked up her notebook and started writing. At this moment, she was ready to write with all her heart. [Let's keep that self-review a secret! Keep it as a souvenir. If you feel unhappy one day many years later, take it out and read it. During this period of my life, there was a boy who secretly liked me. My life was also brilliant.]

She wrote five lines of words on her notebook, and when she saw that the time was almost up, she stopped writing and looked at everyone. She saw that most of them were writing with their heads down, but only Wang Shuai stopped writing. She quickly ran to his seat and asked, "What's going on?"

"You know what, this self-criticism is quite difficult. I don't know how to write it after writing a little bit." Wang Shuai handed it to her.

She glanced over it and found it was pretty standard, similar to what she had written, just a simple recounting of the entire incident. "Write the three words 'apology'! Write it carefully."

She stared at the three-word apology he wrote and shook her head. The handwriting was obviously different. She put away the apology and walked behind him. Cheng Song in the second row was still writing. Wang Shun stopped writing and handed it to Cheng Qiao. "It must be more than fifty words. I don't know if it will be useful."

Cheng Qiao took a quick look and found it was similar to what Wang Shuai had written, except that he had a little more awareness that he shouldn't ask for leave. She looked at the three words in the middle of his notebook and shook her head. She looked at his deskmate Cheng Song, who was still writing at this time, and had already written in the seventh row of the notebook. Cheng Qiao nodded silently. This man was indeed a top student praised by Tiger, so she said, "You write first, I'll go collect the others'."

She came to the third row of the second group. At this time, Zhang Yandi had only written a few words on the paper. [The paper crane below has a thousand-word self-criticism. ]

Cheng Qiao looked at the three words "apology" and shook her head. It wasn't him, but after looking at the content of those words, she couldn't help but give him a thumbs up again and wrote a few words on his paper. [Keep it for yourself! ]

[I have another 500-word copy, this is a backup.] He wrote quickly.

Seeing his words, Cheng Qiao took it without hesitation and said softly, "Thanks, Yan Di."

She looked at her deskmate Luo Xu. This guy was still writing furiously. It was just that he was saying, “I don’t want to write a self-criticism. I don’t want to write…”

Sweat! Seeing his serious look, Cheng Qiao quickly interrupted him, "Brother Xu, thank you! I received these seven words, and you don't have to write them a thousand times."

Luo Xu stopped writing, quickly covered the notebook with his left hand, scratched his head with his right hand, and replied awkwardly, "You're welcome."

Zhang Yandi watched this farce with a smile, but Yang Lei behind him couldn't help laughing, "Haha, Luo Xu, you are so funny and stupid!"

"Why are you laughing at me? Look at what you wrote?" Luo Xu turned around and glared at her unconvinced.

Yang Lei hurriedly tore it off the notebook and handed it to Cheng Qiao, "Here, don't let him see it."

Cheng Qiao looked at her six rows of beautiful handwriting and thanked her sincerely, "Okay, thank you, Xiao Leizi."

"Hey, what game are you playing?" asked Yang Lei's deskmate Zhang Wen.

Hearing her words, Cheng Qiao did not answer her, but turned to look at the third group. At this time, the people in the first three rows of the three groups also stopped writing and handed the notes to her. She took them one by one. At this time, Cheng Song also stopped writing. Cheng Qiao walked to his side and saw that there were only two rows left on the whole notebook. There were at least 400 words! This is amazing! He is worthy of being a composition harvester!

"Master, please write the title of your composition: three words: self-criticism." Cheng Qiao said solemnly.

"Okay." He picked up the pen again and wrote the three words vigorously in the middle of the notebook.

In fact, when she first received the apology letter, she was more inclined to think that the person was Cheng Song, because he wrote the best essay in the class. But she looked at those words and her sixth sense and knew that he was not the one. [Forget it, no matter who it is, let him go. ]

"Hey, what are you doing?" At this time, Cheng Ye walked over to the seat. He leaned over to take a look and said, "Cheng Song, are you helping Cheng Qiao write a self-criticism?"