Shuzi face slap system

When the time came, the master came into the school with a book, swept his sleeves, put down the book with a bang, held up the most used ruler, and clapped his hands: "Today assign a lesson, in a cup of tea, with "Earth" is the main theme, choose your angle, write poems, lyrics, or write an essay, and hand it in as soon as the time comes." The master frowned, seeing that everyone below was ready, stroked their beards, and lit a stick of incense , "Okay, let's start."

The incense stick that the master put on the stage was lit, and Jiang Yun quickly picked up the pen and wrote vigorously, but Jiang Hongzhi didn't write for a long time, because he was thinking about how much knowledge he would use to compose poetry.

If he uses the experience of his previous life, his poems will be beyond his current level. If he doesn't use this experience, how can he write brilliantly?

Jiang Hongzhi frowned and thought for a long time. Hua Cheng, who was sitting next to him and listening, looked anxious, and looked at the incense on the stage from time to time, sweating a few times.

"Master, the time is almost up." Seeing that the incense burnt out little by little, Hua Cheng reminded in a low voice.

"Third brother, don't you know how to write?" Jiang Shu put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs triumphantly, put the pen on his lips and tried hard, "A fool can write such an easy topic. If you write If you don’t come out, ask me for a scripture from my second brother, and my second brother can teach you a lesson.”

Hua Cheng glanced over, and found that Jiang Shu had written a poem in a decent manner, but according to his usual temperament, it is likely that he plagiarized this poem from his friends.

Looking at Jiang Yun again, he sometimes frowned and thought deeply, and sometimes wrote calmly. He seemed to have a plan in mind. In contrast, Jiang Hongzhi, who hadn't written yet, was at a disadvantage.

Hua Cheng was sweating profusely, wishing he could snatch Jiang Hongzhi's pen and help him come up with a random Tang poem and Song Ci.

"Don't worry." Jiang Hongzhi held down Hua Cheng's nervously trembling hand, pondered for a moment, then slowly dipped his pen into ink and wrote a poem seriously.

Hua Cheng was greatly relieved when he saw his last word settled, and after careful consideration of this poem, he felt that the context and rhetoric of the poem were just right, not particularly brilliant, but it won't make people suspicious.

Jiang Hongzhi's timing was also very accurate, and he dropped the last word just before the incense was about to go out.This is also what he planned, because he was very sensitive to Jiang Yun's plagiarism of his poems. He deliberately delayed writing until the last moment, just to avoid Jiang Yun and Jiang Shu who were sitting very close to him. Peeping and plagiarizing, he will hand it over to the master first.

However, he considered it thoroughly, but he did not consider Jiang Shu's shamelessness.

"Oh, where did the bug come from!" Jiang Shu suddenly shouted, rolled up the book, and covered Jiang Hongzhi's face.

Jiang Hongzhi didn't expect it, and turned sideways to avoid it. At this moment, Jiang Shu's book tilted to the side, splashing the inkstone on the table, and the ink instantly stained the white paper on which the poem was written.

Once the ink melts, the poem is completely invisible.

"Oh, third brother, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry!" Jiang Shu took back the book slowly, without a trace of apology on his face, and proudly raised the corners of his lips.

Even though Jiang Hongzhi had endured it for a long time, he couldn't help but want to get angry at this moment.

Just when the incense on the stage was burned out, the master came over when he saw this, and asked with a serious face, "What's going on?"

"Master, the student just saw a bug flying on the third younger brother's face, and wanted to help kill it, but accidentally splashed the inkstone. Look..." Jiang Shu pointed at Jiang Hongzhi with a bitter face, pretending to be wronged. That piece of paper that was completely blackened, "Can you be more flexible and give the third brother some time to rewrite a copy."

"No!" The master sternly said, "Schoolwork is like an examination room, and you have to hand in papers when the time comes!" This master is a newly hired old scholar who is notoriously strict and tricky. He will give you a stick of incense time to complete your homework , I will never give you a snap of the fingers.Regardless of the reason, as long as you fail to hand in your homework within the stipulated time, you will be considered as handing in a blank paper, and the end of handing in a blank paper will be to be severely "taught" by the ruler in his hand a few times.

Jiang Hongzhi snorted coldly in his heart, Jiang Shu knew his master's temperament well, so he deliberately made trouble, but if he wanted to beat him up, he was still tender.

"Second brother has a heart," Jiang Hongzhi glanced at the triumphant Jiang Shu, and said calmly, "But second brother, you are mistaken, this is the homework that third brother has to hand in, there is no need to rewrite it."

"Joke, are you insulting Master by handing in such a stained piece of paper!" Jiang Shu waved his sleeves and said viciously.

"Second brother's words are wrong," Jiang Hongzhi pointed to the piece of paper and the ink-stained table and said, "This is the third brother's homework."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Jiang Shu subconsciously replied, "You obviously wrote a poem."

"It's just that you're stupid," Hua Cheng couldn't bear to look at him, and retorted, "How do you know that the young master wrote a poem? Oh, I got it, you're peeping!"

"Huh?" The master raised his brows, and shot Jiang Shu with inquiring eyes.A scholarly and wise man like him is the most taboo about spying on other people's test questions or plagiarism.

Jiang Shu was stopped by the question, he waved his hands falteringly and said, "I...I didn't, I just glanced at it casually."

"Oh, at a glance, you can tell that what you write is poetry, not words or essays." Hua Cheng added embellishment.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Jiang Shu became anxious, and changed the topic, "Now we are talking about the third brother's schoolwork."

The master frowned, not wanting to intervene in the dispute between the heirs and concubines in the Marquis's mansion, and asked: "You said this is your schoolwork, explain it to the old man."

Jiang Hongzhi politely said to his master: "The so-called soil is the foundation of all things to grow, but if you extend it, it can be called the land. The land of our Great Yan Dynasty is thousands of miles, covering all the seas, and in recent years, it has continued to regain the land lost by the previous dynasty. , Expanding the territory of the country, many small countries around the country have surrendered to my Dayan, ceded land to my Dayan, and prospered my Dayan foundation. You see, this ink that is constantly spreading out means the land of my Dayan, and wherever it passes All belong to my big swallow's world!"

"Good!" The master couldn't help applauding, "What a land of Great Yan, and the world of Great Yan! Well said!" Although he is proud of his talents, he has a patriotic and loyal heart. Surging, full of reverence for Dayan.

"I am very satisfied that you can adapt to the situation and make such courageous remarks." The master patted Jiang Hongzhi on the shoulder, "I never thought that you would have such insight and deeds at such a young age. If you are lucky enough to be an official in the future , must be the blessing of the Son of Heaven."

"Master's reputation is too high." Jiang Hongzhi bowed his head humbly, glanced at the stinky Jiang Shu from the corner of his eye, and smiled knowingly.

If he wants to fight with him, Jiang Shu is still a long way off.

The matter came to an end for the time being, and after the Master praised Jiang Hongzhi a few words, he asked the rest of the people to hand in what they had done.

Hua Cheng looked at Jiang Shu's obviously copied poem, and felt unhappy. He activated the system and fiddled with it, only to see Jiang Shu's written paper, the moment it was handed over to his master, turned into a A blank sheet of paper.

"Second Young Master, this is your homework?" The master's voice sank, and he turned over the blank paper several times, "Could it be that you are fooling the old man? The old man can't see what is written on the paper."

"What?" Jiang Shu was also stunned. Just now when he handed it in, it was clear that there were words. He tore the paper, looked at the sun and the ground a few times, and was suddenly dumbfounded, and rushed back to his desk. Looking around, there was no piece of paper with that poem written on it. When he was shocked, Hua Cheng suddenly handed him a piece of paper.

"Second young master, this is your homework, it fell to the ground."

Facing the increasingly dark face of his master, Jiang Li panicked. He pulled it over and saw that it was his own handwriting. students' work."

The master looked down, his expression changed drastically, he threw the piece of paper on Jiang Shu's face angrily, and said sharply: "Second young master, look at what you wrote!"