"Boss Su, please be a human being and stop torturing us?"
She was said to be fat, and she started to pant. She just won the first prize in a national composition contest. Good guy, she handed in the Chinese language test in advance?
Jiang Renjiu was in charge of supervising the liberal arts class. As soon as the Chinese exam was over, he couldn't wait to find the papers in the examination room where Su Jian was.
The place where the name was written had already been covered with a stapler, but he was familiar with Su Jian's handwriting and found her answer sheet at a glance.
The test questions are of medium difficulty. For those who have only been in school for a few months, the midterm is just an appetizer, and the final is their Shura field.
Jiang Renjiu held a red pen in his hand and read the essay from beginning to end, reading the essay over and over again, and finally scored 149 points on the paper.
"Eh? Teacher Jiang, why don't you give me full marks? Su Jian's paper is a template for answering questions. You don't need to take care of the feelings of liberal arts students. Most of them have already accepted Su Jian's crushing."
"One point is..."
Jiang Renjiu was laughed out of anger. Someone had hidden a sentence in the composition, hoping that the teacher would be too noble and not give full marks, otherwise she would be proud.
"By the way, Teacher Jiang, you didn't read the reading experience submitted by Class 6, did you?"
"What?"
The female teacher took a thick stack of notes from the table.
"You'd better read what Su Jian wrote. It's very interesting."
Jiang Ren had forgotten about this incident for a long time. At that time, he was angry that Class 6 did not submit the essay in time, so he gave them a small punishment.
The Chinese class representative collected reading notes every week. He just picked out a few books at the top and read them, without paying too much attention to Su Jian.
What's wrong? Is there something he doesn't know?
"Reading experience on September 8th: The martial arts more vicious than the Nine Yin White Bone Claws is Qiu Qianren's Iron Palm Magic..."
WTF?
"Reading experience on September 15th: Tai Xuan Jing's magical skills include internal skills, external skills, swordsmanship, light skills, palm skills, boxing skills, etc. It can be said to be a miniature version of all martial arts in the world. It is known as the top martial arts. Where can I go?
Find a teacher who knows this skill?"
"Reading experience on October 3: I tried out the "Sunflower Collection" today. I figured out all the tricks myself. They are not very similar. There are no records in the literature. It was probably made up by Mr. Jin himself. He said it was during the Southern Song Dynasty.
Eunuch..."
Really unable to stand it anymore, Jiang Renjiu quickly scrolled back and finally saw a different reading experience on October 23: "The most powerful kill in Go..."
Below is a chess score. Jiang Renjiu knew a little bit about Go, but after studying it for a long time, he couldn't understand the Linglong chess game. He couldn't help but sigh.
"Is Teacher Jiang mad at your proud disciple?"
He glanced at the female teacher. Not all teachers in the school liked Su Jian. The one in front of him deliberately found out Su Jian's reading notes. His purpose was too strong.
"I'm honored to be her teacher. In the future, this child's path will be much farther than that of Gao Gao. You and I are still a little shallow."
whispering sound!
The female teacher curled her lips in disdain and left on high heels.
After finally finishing the second subject, Jiang Renjiu asked someone to call Su Jian over.
"Is this a chess game you designed?"
Su Jian stuck out her tongue playfully, "Teacher, are you angry?"
"If I'm not angry, why should I be angry? It's too late for me to be happy because the students have read so many books."
Hehe! He's obviously angry, but he's saying the opposite.
"Answer me, was this Linglong Bureau designed by you?"
"Yes and no."
"Is that so?"
"To be precise, it was arranged by Su Xinghe."
"Who is Su Xinghe? A relative of yours? Can you invite him to school?"
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It’s 20,000 words, and my hand is broken when I write it. Cuties, no matter what, vote for 18, Q!