Chapter 264 Everyone Knows To Participate In The Composition Competition
"Old Zheng, what happened to you? Did you eat a piece of dog shit behind our backs?"
In the yard, Su Dan was waiting for him to go to school with him, with half a steamed bun in his mouth. The two of them joked about each other, and everyone was used to it.
Zheng Pengfei twitched his lips and suddenly ran over to hug Liu Fang and spin him around.
"Mom, Mom, please praise me, praise me. No one has ever praised me for how big I am."
Liu Fang was squatting on the ground preparing chicken food. Suddenly he picked her up and spun her around, her face turned pale with fright.
"Pengfei, Pengfei, what's wrong with you? Put me down quickly, oh my dizziness, put me down quickly."
Su Mingcheng and Su Jian looked at him in surprise. Zheng Pengfei put Liu Fang safely on the ground, hugged her and cried loudly.
"Dad, Mom, Sister, Lao Su..."
This is the name of Yaqi, ugh!
"I'm happy, so happy, woo woo, sister, I got into the top 20 in the class in the exam, woo woo, my dad said that my ancestral graves are going to smoke because I'm giving face to Lao Zheng's family."
Oh, this is such a happy event, the whole family is happy for him.
"What about me? What about me? Did uncle tell me how I did in the exam?"
Zheng Pengfei blinked, "Old Su, I forgot to ask."
Damn it, Su Dan grinned and wanted to hit him.
He should have done well in the exam. He studied hard all summer, and his hard work always paid off. The three siblings went to school happily.
In Class 1 and Six of Senior High School, Qiao Yifeng blocked the door.
"Boss Su, please lend me your composition to copy."
Su Jian stared at him in surprise, "What composition?"
"Didn't you write "A Photo with Special Meaning" yesterday?"
"Do you also have a photo of Uncle Li at home?"
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing interesting."
"..."
Back in Class 5, Qiao Yifeng looked a little sad.
Yin Quan chuckled, "How about it? I told you that you would be scolded and even hit the muzzle of your gun."
"Didn't I forget to write it?" Qiao Yifeng looked sad.
Jiang Renjiu was the course selection representative. He and Yin Quan were poking a game console on the table and floor. Jiang Renjiu found out and directly ordered him to be the Chinese course representative.
Now I don’t even have an idea for my composition. The photos of his family seem to have a lot of meaning, but in fact they are all the same. The meaning is that he has grown up and his parents have gotten older.
The representative of the Chinese language class of Class 6 was collecting homework. Everyone was complaining. After entering high school, the teacher of each subject left a huge amount of homework. Almost everyone had to study very late before going to bed.
Su Mingming lay on the table to catch up on his sleep.
"Hey, you obviously shouldn't sleep, but I'm telling you a big deal." Jin Xiaohui said in her ear like a mother-in-law.
"What's wrong? The sky is falling?"
"It's more terrifying than the sky falling."
She finally raised her head. She stayed at her grandma's house last night, and she didn't know why they suddenly sold the house. The house was in such a mess that she didn't even sleep well.
"I have some news. Teacher Jiang is going to select two of the essays we have written in the past two days and send them to the National Essay Contest. I heard that the first place will be recommended to the University of Washington."
What?
Are you surprised? Are you surprised? Can high school freshmen not go crazy? This is the first olive branch offered by the University of Washington since they entered school. They have seized the opportunity to live easier in the next two and a half years, but they must also
It’s only after you’ve passed someone’s own decision-making process.
She raised her head and looked around. Jin Xiaohui's so-called "gossip" had long been an open secret. The Chinese class representative did not accept the homework and returned to her seat to re-imagine her composition.
The most comfortable person in the class is Su Jian, who is holding a thick book and reading it.
Qin Du also heard about the competition. He frowned and revised his composition. When he saw Su Jian flipping through the book in his hand leisurely and contentedly, he couldn't help but take a curious look.