I smashed the CP of me and the villain school grass

"Hai Dai, your father is the principal of Sunshine Private Noble High School, why is your mother a sanitation worker?"

"Master, you actually believed the composition I wrote?"

Isn't it all made up by scumbags who write essays?

I believe everyone has written such a plot when they were young: On a stormy night, my mother rushed to the hospital with me with a high fever on her back...

I don't know why I didn't take a taxi, so I had to carry it on my back.

Such compositions are usually titled "The Most Unforgettable Thing" or "The Most Touching Thing".

If you write about father’s love, you will be replaced by your father carrying you to the hospital; if you are praising your teacher, you will be replaced by your teacher to carry you to the hospital; if you write that animals are good friends of human beings, you will be replaced by your big yellow dog at home...

This is a universal routine for writing essays.

Focus on what you need to test.

Hai Dai then explained: "The main content of my mother's work is to scold me. I scolded me when I got up late, watched TV, played with mobile phones, and read novels. She never recited me on a stormy night. I……"

"All right, all right!" Song Zuan was tired of hearing it. "You should hurry up and send your composition to the Chinese teacher for a look, she will definitely praise you!"

This is probably the touching teacher-student relationship...

Haidai listened carefully to Master's advice, and he took "Ah!The Earth" was sent to Teacher Jiang's mailbox.

In the evening, Teacher Jiang replied to the message.

[Jiang Yu]: Who taught you to write?

The corner of Haidai's mouth raised slightly, "The teacher must think that my writing is good, and she is going to praise me, hahaha..."

[Hai Dai]: (?￣︶￣) Teacher, I can write such an article thanks to the guidance of classmate Song Zuan.

[Jiang Yu]: Can Song Zuan teach this kind of thing? !

He is really a good apprentice who touched the world, and he did not forget to bring the name of master when he was praised.

In what life did Song Zu'an cultivate his blessings to have such an excellent apprentice?

[Hai Dai]: Teacher, although classmate Song's literary talent is average, I was able to write such a composition because he was indeed a lot of inspiration.

Jiang Yu on the other side of the screen fell silent...

She began to reflect on herself...

Which link went wrong, can Hai Dai be taught like this?

"Jiang Yu" Forget it, the teacher didn't know whether to say something or not.

[Hai Dai]: Teacher, please listen carefully.

[Jiang Yu]: For your composition, it is no problem to start with the setting that the mother is a sanitation worker. It is very simple and has a sense of substitution.but……

Composition can be down-to-earth, but not down-to-earth.You know what I mean?

After Jiang Yu sharply commented on Hai Dai's composition, she immediately called Song Zu'an.

"I heard that you taught Haidai to write the composition?"

Song Zu'an, who received the call, felt baffled.

When did I teach Haidai how to write?

I just asked him to write a composition.

"Teacher, you have misunderstood. I am too young to teach such composition."

"If you didn't teach it, could it be that I taught it?"

"As his Chinese teacher, you are more or less related..."

"Then I heard that he chased after you every day and called him master. You have had a great influence on him. You must be the one who taught him."

On the issue of "who taught Haidai's composition", the two argued endlessly.

Perhaps because she was tired from the noise, Jiang Yu changed the subject.

"Have you finished your composition? Send it to the teacher for a look."

"Uh... I haven't started writing yet."

"What? You haven't started yet?!"

The end of the year has already passed, and school will start in a few days. Song Zuan hasn't started writing essays yet. Does this mean he doesn't want to win an award?

Jiang Yu's mistake of worrying about students happened again.

"Song Zu'an, don't you know how to be anxious?"

"Teacher, it's not that I'm not in a hurry, it's that I don't feel like writing right now."

"Don't leave me here to talk about something. You have to write even if you don't feel it. Even if you squeeze every word tonight, you have to squeeze it out for me!"

Jiang Yu warned sternly: "If you can't make it up, your qualification for the competition will be lost."

Ever since Song Zu'an got the first place in the grade, Jiang Yu's attitude towards him has changed 180 degrees.

Although it is still a bit harsh now, it is essentially forcing Song Zuan to make progress.

"No way, sir! Haven't heard that if you don't submit your manuscript today, you won't be eligible for the competition?"

"Then you've heard it by now."

Song Zuan felt a little regretful, regretful!

If Haidai hadn't been instigated to hand in the composition, wouldn't this be the case?

Now it's really shooting yourself in the foot. When will the master and apprentice repay their grievances?

[Host, you are worthy. 】

[The system means that you don't need to be hypocritical. 】

"Nonsense, who can use it?"

[The meaning of the system is that the host does not need to be hypocritical about this essay competition.In the previous dream at Jiang Ye's house, didn't you get the inheritance of Mr. Zhou's literary talents?Although it has only been passed down to a little bit, it is definitely enough for competitions. 】

"Yeah, I almost forgot..."

With such literary talents, are you still afraid of wool?

After finishing the call, Song Zuan quickly sat down at the desk and spread out a piece of off-white composition paper.

In an instant, he was possessed like a literary hero, and it can be said that he was full of literary thoughts, writing as if with divine help...

"As expected of a man whose golden sayings are passed down forever, his style of writing is always so sharp and sharp!"

After an hour, the composition was successfully completed.

"As expected of me!"

Song Zu'an could already imagine Jiang Yu's expression of surprise and joy.

as predicted.

Jiang Yu called 10 minutes after receiving the composition.

"Oh my God!"

"Mr. Jiang, don't do this, I'll just write casually."

Don't praise too much, Song Zu'an will be shy too.

"How many Lu Bans do you eat in one meal? Ah no, how many do you eat in one meal? Ah? Sunshine University actually has a talent like you, and this essay is sure to win a prize!"

Why do you think this boasting is a bit weird?

Ding dong... You have a new message.

Song Zu'an was not happy enough about the composition, when a death-threatening message suddenly came out from the phone.

"Don't be a god of death, don't be a god of death..."

He fell to his knees with a plop, put his palms together, closed his eyes and prayed five or six times before opening the message.

fortunately……

It's not the message from the god of death, it's from Tianqi...

[Yong Tianqi]: ​​Are you there?

"Send me a message when school is about to start, do you want to copy your homework?"

It doesn't matter what I say, and I can't decide whether I'm here or not...

Song Zu'an typed in the typing box: I don't have any homework, because all the homework was exempted because of the full score.

Before it was sent out, another one was sent by Tianqi.

[Yong Tianqi]: ​​You helped me many times before, but I don't seem to have thanked you yet. Do you have time tomorrow?I want to treat you to dinner.

Fortunately, it hasn't been sent yet, so Song Zu'an quickly deleted the typed words and replied again.

【Song Zuan】: All right.It's not that I want to eat, the main reason is that tomorrow is too busy.

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