The little teacher of rebirth

The days are like a white horse rushing through the door and never return.

Early in the morning, the noisy classes, loud human voices, and the sound of flipping books are extremely obvious.

Zhou Mengxi finished his homework and was not as flustered as they were. He sat down on a chair and ate spicy pancakes.

Beside him, Guan Zhongzhi was busy copying homework.

Li Le and Bai Shuye shouted: "Squad leader, squad leader, let me copy your English homework."

Zhou Mengxi smiled and blinked, a little helpless: "All my homework has been divided by Guan Zhongzhi and Heyue."

Just as he was talking, Guan Zhongzhi slapped him on the arm and directed: "Brother, I have finished copying mathematics and English, go and ask for your Chinese papers and workbooks." He was so serious that he didn't even look at him At a glance, it seems that the hands are winding so fast, and a row of answers are written down as soon as they are copied.

AI——

The little serf Zhou Mengxi sighed, thinking to himself that he really found a little ancestor back, and after collecting breakfast, he went to help manage the main papers.

Chinese class——

The old horse looked for the paper slowly, with sharp eyes, he glanced at Guan Zhong, who was writing furiously below.

Zhou Mengxi quickly touched Guan Zhongzhi, looked at the teacher seriously, and said in a low voice, "I'll accept your homework, I'll take care of you."

The old horse he was talking about walked around the aisle, looked at everyone's homework, and returned to the podium.

"The theme of the composition of this paper is not bad. The original intention is very good. Let's invite a few students to come up and read their compositions."

"Well..." Lao Ma scanned the class, "Then Guan Zhongzhi. You come up and read your composition first."

Guan Zhongzhi calmly took Zhou Mengxi's paper to the podium.

Zhou Mengxi: ...everything was caught off guard.

The whole class fell silent, looking at Guan Zhongzhi on the podium, Guan Zhongzhi's voice sounded quietly.

"My question is: How can a defeated general become a marquis?" Guan Zhongzhi was startled after reading the question, and glanced at Zhou Mengxi inadvertently.

Zhou Mengxi's usual dog-like handwriting disappeared completely, and the handwriting on the paper was thin, powerful, and extremely beautiful.

"The topic is good." Lao Ma nodded thoughtfully.

Guan Zhongzhi withdrew his gaze and continued to read: "Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, but this isolated city standing in the extreme north was very silent. With the sound of horns, the city became noisy. The army overwhelmed the city, men, women and children With a wall above the enemy."

"War is imminent."

"..."

Zhou Mengxi was a little awkward.

When Guan Zhongzhi read his article, he felt very strange in his heart. If he insisted on describing this strange feeling, he probably had a sense of embarrassment of being seen through.

Zhou Mengxi was thinking wildly, the old horse glanced at him.

The old horse must have seen something.

Zhou Mengxi supported his forehead to avoid the old horse looking at him. He has always been used to writing in the style of revealing the theme of the story. This habit is known to the old horse. I hope the old horse will not think too much.