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Someone's composition has not been published?

The class representative was a girl. She frowned and thought about it, and suddenly realized that it was the transfer student. No wonder I felt that an article was missing when I posted it just now.

She looked back and found that "a classmate" in the teacher's mouth was spinning the pen in his hand quickly, with almost no emotional fluctuations on his face.

The actions of the class representative drove the people nearby to look at Lin Yue one after another, realizing that the "one classmate" Pan Shuai mentioned should be him.

Fang Yifan regained his energy all of a sudden, his movements were like a beaver who sensed danger and got up to wait and see.

The Chinese teacher left one person's composition, but there were only two results. Either the writing was good and the composition was read aloud in public for praise;

Obviously, he is facing the second situation.

"Lin Yue."

Pan Shuai called the roll with a blank face.

"Is there something wrong?" He raised his head, looking like he was in a good mood to bask in the sun.

"Is there something wrong?" Pan Shuai became more angry when he saw his attitude, and pointed to the content on the paper and said, "This is the composition you handed in? I asked you to write a composition about mothers, and what you handed in is What? You are the only one who can draw, right?"

The glasses girl in the front row squinted her eyes with her glasses in her hand, oh, really, what kind of composition is this, it is simply a figure painting.

Wow~

There was a discussion below.

Everyone knew that he made the principal and Li Tiegun unable to step down on the day he went through the transfer procedures, and he had thorny expectations, but he never thought that he would dare to do this for the first homework assignment at the beginning of school.

"He's too much."

"Who doesn't know that Teacher Pan has been chasing Teacher Li for a long time, isn't this a knife for Teacher Pan?"

"But don't tell me, his drawing skills are really good. The Cai Wenji I drew for Zhang Xiaoning before is not much different from the ones drawn by professional illustrators."

"But no matter what, he can't provoke the teacher?"

"Indeed, it's too inappropriate."

Even Zhang Xiaoning, the heroine in the dialogue, couldn't help turning her head, looking worriedly at the male classmate who failed to reciprocate and owed a favor instead.

How did they know that it was Pan Shuai who made the provocation first, and Lin Yue was just trying to build a bridge when encountering water, and he saw his tricks and dismissed them.

"Teacher Pan, you are quite angry." Lin Yue still sat firmly as a mountain: "However, as far as I know, I can only be ranked second for doing this, why didn't I see you settle with the person who ranked first?" ?”

There was an uproar in the classroom.

What do you mean by that? Is there anyone worse than him?

Pan Shuai frowned.

Lin Yue didn't give him a chance to recall: "Can't remember? Then let me remind you, who drew a racing car at the end of the Chinese paper for the mock test of class placement? Someone drew a picture for such an important test Perfunctory you do not use it to create a model, but make a fuss about homework, Teacher Pan, are you deliberately targeting me? Or are you planning to give up that classmate who behaved even more excessively?"

When the students heard this, they more or less guessed something. Drawing a racing car on the composition page at the end of the test paper was indeed more provocative than drawing a figure for homework. The person who likes racing cars the most in the class is...

Originally, Ji Yangyang was hiding behind the pile of books playing with his mobile phone, but Fang Yifan squeezed a ball of paper and threw it in his face, only then did he realize that he had become the focus of everyone.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Fang Yifan pointed at Lin Yue, turned his head and covered his mouth with his hands and whispered, "This guy is suing you."

"Sue me? What can he sue me?"

"Did you draw a racing car on the placement test paper?"

Ji Yangyang thought about it carefully, there was such a thing, he couldn't help frowning, and glanced at Lin Yue.

Pan Shuai had a headache, but he didn't expect that sharp-tongued kid to defeat him.

"It's your business now, what do you care about others?"

"Okay, let's talk about me." Lin Yue stood up and walked to the front of the podium, took the piece of paper, and sent it to the bottom of the podium: "Mr. Pan, if I remember correctly, the requirement of the composition is to vividly shape Characters, express true feelings, isn’t this vivid? Isn’t it vivid? Isn’t there no real emotion?”

Zhang Xiaoning and Jiang Nuohan leaned forward and carefully observed the painting.

It was a middle-aged woman, holding a frying pan in her left hand, wrapped in an apron, and her right hand... Judging from her angry and reprimanded expression, she should be holding a test paper.

Lin Yue is right. This painting vividly portrays the image of a middle-aged woman who is struggling with her child's grades.

This is sophistry, right? The key is to sophistry that you have nothing to say.

Now they have learned how thorny the transfer students can be. Some students cover their mouths for fun while whispering to their neighbors.

"Quiet."

Pan Shuai patted the lectern: "Stop changing the concept for me. What I asked you to write is composition. Do you know what composition is? You are art, not Chinese."

Lin Yue looked at him for a few seconds and smiled.

This smile made Teacher Pan very uncomfortable.

At the same time, he reached into his trouser pocket, took out a magnifying glass and took a picture on the podium, pointed to the painting and said, "Look carefully, is it a painting or an article."

The little flesh on Pan Shuai's face trembled, and he moved the magnifying glass to the lines that outlined the outline of the middle-aged woman, and saw that they were Chinese characters that had been shrunk countless times.

"Here, the language you want, Mr. Pan, you came up with such a thoughtful topic, of course I have to write a thoughtful composition to repay you, don't I?"

Lin Yue tapped the four characters "My Mother" on the header, turned around and walked to his seat.

Pan Shuai froze there.

Is this composition carefully?

Attentive, more attentive than all the students in the class, no, it should be said to be more novel and attentive than all the students' compositions since he became a Chinese teacher, but this novelty and intention is used to humiliate him.

He wanted to disown Lin Yue, but he was thrown off his feet by the other party's stumbling rope, which was extremely ugly.

Fang Yifan was very happy. Although he didn't know the details of the incident, judging from Pan Shuai's performance... Even the head teacher fell into the hands of this kid, so the few bruises he suffered were nothing.

...

That evening.

Inside a western restaurant near Sanlitun.

Qiao Weidong waved to Lin Yue who had just entered the door: "Come on, Yingzi, Dad, let me introduce you, he is your Uncle Lin's son, Lin Yue." After speaking, he introduced his daughter to Lin Yue: "Qiao Yingzi, my daughter .”

Qiao Yingzi smiled: "Dad, I've seen him."

"I know you've seen him before. You were still young, only five or six years old. I haven't seen him for more than ten years. Why don't dad introduce you again?"

"No." Qiao Yingzi said, "That day he was playing the saxophone in the gazebo, and Tao Zi and I were standing not far away."

"Oh." Qiao Weidong pretended not to know: "Yes, there is such a thing."

Qiao Yingzi really wanted to ask why Song Qian didn't like Lin Yue. Qiao Weidong kept talking about him on WeChat, but after hesitating for a while, he chose to give up. Obviously, it's not good to talk about this topic in the presence of the person involved.

"What do you eat?" Qiao Weidong asked Lin Yue.

"On the way here, I ate two donkey meat, and I'm already full."

"Then I want a glass of juice."

Qiao Weidong snapped his fingers at the waiter, pointed to the table he was at and said, "Waiter, have another glass of orange juice."

Qiao Yingzi put down the fork, looked at Lin Yue and said, "I heard you played tricks on Teacher Pan this morning?"

Qiao Weidong's face changed when he heard that: "What's going on?"

He remembered that Pan Shuai was the head teacher of the basic class, and also the Chinese teacher of the basic class. Back then, in the principal's office, Lin Yue clearly said that he was the only one who was pleasing to the eye. Why did he turn his face and play tricks on others?

"No." Lin Yue said seriously, "Who did you hear that from?"

"Fang Hou, oh, it's Fang Yifan, who is also in the basic class. That's my buddy, who said that you used many small characters to make up a picture, which made Pan Shuai blush."

"Then did he tell you that I was also responsible for the blood on my face yesterday?"

"Huh? You made the blood on his face yesterday? Then how can he say that he accidentally hit the wall?"

"It's very simple, because he has no face to say."

"Wait, you two wait." Qiao Weidong was very happy that the two of them could chat, but he sounded confused. He only knew that a lot of things happened in the past two days. This nephew is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. If If it wasn't for guilt, I wouldn't have agreed to help take care of him for a year if I gave him 10 million: "Fang Yifan, Teacher Pan, why do I become more and more confused the more I listen?"

Lin Yue said: "It's actually very simple. Fang Yifan wants to avenge Tong Wenjie, and Pan Shuai wants to curry favor with Li Meng."

"Ah? You offended Aunt Tong too?" Qiao Yingzi looked like he had eaten a big melon.

"More than that."

Lin Yue took out something from his pocket and put it in front of the father and daughter.