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Several students laughed out loud.

Yes, reading more books can improve writing skills, but martial arts novels can improve students’ imagination, but talents cannot be cultivated. Wang Yu has always advocated that everyone read Shen Congwen, Zhu Ziqing, Jia Pingwa, etc. People's works, not Jin Yong, Gu Long, Huang Yi, Liang Yusheng, Chen Qingyun and so on. Numerous facts have also proved that the effect of reading martial arts novels is to let you write articles with smooth sentences, writing style, structure, and conception. It's not obvious, and you can't learn life philosophy and life experience from it.

Yuan Hua sat motionless, and when he heard Wang Yu comparing himself to Lin Yue, his expression didn't change, but the light in his eyes couldn't be suppressed at all.

"You mean that Yuan Hua can write novels confidently, but I can't. Why?"

"Because Yuan Hua's writing is good. Otherwise, why did the school choose his essay to participate in the composition competition in the district this time, but not your essay? Oh yes, is that your essay? Remember the composition teacher last week What did you say about you? The old lady’s foot wrap is smelly and long. Do you think you can get a high score by filling all the grids in the test paper? Repeating a sentence over and over again, crushing it, you don’t mind, The teacher is also bored."

"Teacher, people will change."

"What are you changing? Do you think you are Monkey King, capable of seventy-two changes?" Wang Yu spread out his folding fan and pointed it at his chest: "Are you not convinced? Read your novel in front of everyone, Let us also open our eyes to see if you can become Jin Yong or Gu Long."

Lin Yue slapped the letterhead on the desk at the back: "Xiao Hei, come and read."

Wang Yu said: "What? Are you shy? It's not a love letter, why don't you follow Xia Luo and dance for everyone?"

Lin Yue ignored him.

On the contrary, the protagonist of the movie, who was staring at Qiu Ya's back in a daze, glanced at Ma Dongmei blankly, feeling that her eyes were a bit strange.

"Sun Fei, what are you doing in a daze, read!"

Xiao Hei stood up: "Mr. Wang, do you really want to read?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"oh."

Xiao Hei glanced at Lin Yue's back with embarrassment, and began to read according to the words on the letterhead.

"My name is Chongming. I was born in Chongming, Shanghai, so many people will tell me that your name is very interesting when they know my name for the first time,"

Wang Yu said: "Your name is not Chongming, your name is Lin Yue, and you were not born in Chongming, Shanghai, you were born in Sanlitun, Xihong City." After speaking, seeing Sun Fei stopped: "See what I do, continue reading."

"I was studying in a nationally famous university in Beijing. I remember that almost all the good students in my class went to Fudan in high school, and I was going to single-handedly go to Beijing, to the grandpa who was bigger than my grandpa. It’s going to be a lot older than a city.”

"You are studying in Xihong No. 7 Middle School. Yuan Hua's goal is Peking University, Qiu Ya's goal is Wuhan University, and your deskmate's goal is Northeast Normal University. Who wants to go to Fudan University? You want to go to Fudan University? You go to Fudan University like this ? You can only go to resumption classes like this.”

Lin Yue amused him.

Well, this is Mr. Wang.

"Smile, you still have the face to smile! And you, how do you show your teeth white? Read, read again."

Sun Fei continued to read: "Because my parents are both from Beijing. From the day I first learned about the college entrance examination, my parents told me every day: You must go to Beijing. My parents are here. In an extremely prosperous but also extremely indifferent city, they insist on their pure Beijing accent, so I will always be a child from other places... Teacher, the next words are too scribbled, I can’t read clearly.”

"Your home is in Sanlitun, your father is a three-wheeler, your mother cleans the vegetable market, and your parents' mouth is filled with the smell of sea oysters, not noodles with fried sauce, nor Peking duck, and you are nothing. Children from other places, your family has been from Xihong City since your great-great-great-grandfather, and people like teachers are considered outsiders. How many times have I told you that writing articles should be based on reality and serve reality, don’t do it all day Can you express your true feelings about those vain things, things you have never experienced?" He said while knocking on the table with a folding fan: "Ah, if you can't impress the marking teacher, it's useless to write extravagantly. Yuan Hua, it is very realistic, "My District Chief's Father", I read it before submitting the manuscript, and the writing is sincere and sincere, and every sentence comes from the heart."

Lin Yue nodded: "Oh, did you win an award?"

"Not sure yet, but it's not a big problem."

"Very good, when his father will go in, there is no need to find someone else to write the letter of repentance."

"Lin Yue! What are you talking about? I'm teaching you how to write an essay, why are you talking so much useless stuff?"

"Am I talking useless? Is it you? You also said that the composition of the college entrance examination is written for the marking teachers. I am not writing it for them. Is it necessary to refer to your opinion? Since there is no need to refer to you opinion, then you stand here and talk a lot like a crooked machine gun, not just gossip."

Wang Yu finally learned why Liu Dazi was so angry that he had high blood pressure, so he went back to the office to look for antihypertensive medicine.

He pointed at Lin Yue with his fan and said, "If you don't show it to the marking teacher, then who do you want to show it to?"

"You can control it." Lin Yue said: "It's not for you to see anyway."

"You...you are destroying your own future."

"I'm not destroying my own future, I'm trying to find my own way of promotion." After speaking, as if afraid that he would not understand, he added a sentence of explanation: "Ascension rises."

"You're still looking for a way to get promoted, then I want to see how you get promoted, just like you, if you can get promoted..."

"I can go up, but you want to go down? How about like Charlotte jumping off a building?"

At the back, Charlotte tilted her head, and shot a look of "I provoked you, why are you talking about me again".

Wang Yu glared: "Okay, if you can go up, I'll jump from here, but if you can't go up..."

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang... Passed, passed... You are a teacher, it's not worth it to be angry with students... It's not worth it."

Zhang Yang will come to something, and when he sees something in a hurry, he quickly gets up and pulls the two of them away. After all, the matter of beating the teacher is not over yet. He always feels that Wang Yu looks at him strangely, and is afraid of being caught. Suspected to be the person who hit the teacher behind the back.

"Did you hear what Zhang Yang said, because you are my student..."

Wang Yu left the classroom half pushed and half pulled by Zhang Yang.

Lin Yue took the letterhead back from Sun Fei's hand and continued to write.

The glasses girl poked her head towards him: "Are you still in the mood to write?"

In her opinion, scolding Wang Yu in front of the whole class would affect her mentality even if she didn't collapse under normal circumstances. Fortunately, Wang Yu walked ahead and wrote on the back.

"Why don't you write?"

Lin Yue didn't raise his head, didn't turn his eyes, and continued to write...or copy.

Yuan Hua looked back at him, clenched his hands on the desk into fists.

...

In the evening, with the ringing of the bell for the end of get out of class, the clothes in the classroom were flying, and the students who were anxious to go home rushed into the corridor, poured into the corridor, and rushed to the carport with a free mood.

One step faster, not only can go home earlier, but also don't have to squeeze in front of the school gate where tractors are strenuous, and move your position in centimeters.

Lin Yue and the others came down from the upstairs after they had almost left. They hesitated for a moment when they came to the shed, and did not push the broken bicycle that was unlocked and no one would steal it, and it would not be missed by thieves. Leave the school gate and go to Sanlitun.

"Qiu Ya, wait for me, wait for me, you see, it's late at night, the car repair shop has long been closed, how dangerous it is to go alone, why don't I see you off."

Charlotte rode his variable-speed bicycle with Rukawa Feng's photo sticker on it, and followed Qiuya slowly.

Somebody pulled out the valve core of her bicycle. Now that the night is dark and there is no place to inflate it, she can only push it back.

"Qiu Ya, hey, slow down, I'm not a bad person, what are you doing so fast?"

He was chasing after her, and she was walking ahead without looking back, without speaking, and walking faster and faster. No one who saw this scene would think that he had good intentions.

"Qiuya, Qiuya, say something..."

After Charlotte finished speaking, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She turned her head and saw a person running at night on the sidewalk, and looked carefully at it by the street lights.

Hey, the enemy's road is narrow.

It was none other than Lin, the classmate who beat him up earlier.

"Isn't this Lin Yue? What's the matter, your bicycle is also broken?"

There was an unconcealable schadenfreude in his voice, of course, this had nothing to do with him at all.