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Hearing what he said, the Chinese teacher asked, "Which article."

Lin Yue made a fool of himself, instead of talking about articles, he talked about the customs of the countryside: "Do you know what the old houses built in the township in the 1980s looked like? They were not brick-concrete structures, but made of adobe and red bricks. The wall is very thick, which means that it is warm in winter and cool in summer. However, it is easy to get damp, which will cause the skin on the surface of the wall to fall off. Children are short of hands, and they like to pick those cracks or damaged places, especially the kang or the bed and the wall. On the side of physical contact, in order to improve this situation, the country people who have the knowledge to choose newspapers and magazines that are distributed every month in the brigade are pasted on the contact surface between the wall and the bed kang, which can protect the wall and protect the wall. Clean and tidy bedding. The contact surface between the wall and the bed in our house is also mushy, but we use expired newspapers and magazines brought back by my uncle when he was in college. Look at the words on it, because a piece of it is worn off, about half of the content is unclear, but the title of the article is very clear, it is called "Cotton", the author's surname is Han, when my uncle came home during the Chinese New Year, I asked him He said he couldn’t remember what he wrote, and he said he would look it up for me when he came back, but he forgot about it. I went to the city library last weekend and found the 1980 issue The original copy of the Youth Daily, and finally saw the full version of "Cotton."

Whether it is a big child or a child, or an adult, they all like to listen to stories, especially the stories of personal experience. Lin Yue started from an article and introduced the customs of his hometown and his own life footprints. The son caught the attention of the whole class, including the Chinese teacher.

Even those who are not happy with him are quietly waiting for the next article.

"Do you want to know the content of this article? I will recite it to you..."

Lin Yue closed the Chinese textbook and recited the prose "meaningful to him" in a soothing tone.

"..."

As the essay ended, the class fell silent.

The Chinese teacher said: "It's a good article, but it's not deep enough and sharp enough compared to "A Man in a Cup."

"Of course." Lin Yue said: "After all, it is an article written in 1980. The author also depends on the background of the times when writing something, and this essay is an entry for the 'Ode to the Motherland'."

The Chinese teacher frowned, feeling that this student named Lin Yue could always say more intriguing words than his peers, so that every time she asked him to get up to answer a question, it was like doing a reading comprehension question.

"What is the name of the author of this article?"

Lin Yue smiled, but did not speak.

With this expression again, and this intriguing look in his eyes, the Chinese teacher felt that he was driving him crazy.

The reason why she first called Chen Xun and then Lin Yue was to beat this guy who always gave her headaches, but now it seems that she failed again. Chen Xun said a lot of beautiful words, far less than his childhood stories. Impressive and broaden your horizons.

"You sit down."

Not to mention, Li Jing's appearance of three parts resentment, three parts helplessness, three parts melancholy and one part anger is quite cute.

Lin Yue sat back obediently.

Want to fight him? Let Chen Xun have a brain.

Speaking of the article "Cotton", he actually went to the library to look it up. He still remembers that it happened in 2012, when he was 17 years old. Thinking about it, it's actually quite silly and simple.

"It really is someone who lives in the past." Ren Gaoying muttered in a low voice.

Lin Yue put a bunch of old books on railway technology in his drawer, and now he has moved out the old texts from 1980, plus the people's soldiers overalls he wore for the first time, Ren Gaoying said Such words are understandable.

But Chen Xun thought a little more, because he remembered that Lin Yue said that the author of the article was surnamed Han.

Perhaps feeling the hostile gaze from the penultimate row, Lin Yue glanced back, and murmured softly when he turned around: "Yes, I am your father."

Fang Hui seemed to hear something, and looked at him with doubts.

Lin Yue smiled at her without explaining.

...

After the Chinese class, Li Jing returned to the office. The first thing she did after she sat down was not to drink water to soothe her throat, nor to eat the imported chocolate her boyfriend bought for her. Instead, she picked up the phone and dialed an outside number.

"Hello, Don Nana? It's me, Li Jing, are you busy now? If you're not busy, check an article for me. In 1980, the Youth Daily's "Ode to the Motherland" was an award-winning work, and there was an article called "Cotton" prose, and I want to know who its author is."

The history teacher who was knitting a sweater at the table asked casually: "Xiao Li, why are you interested in old texts from 20 years ago?"

"Hey, it's not Lin Yue from Class 1 and 1. Sometimes I really don't know whether to ask him to answer questions or to ask me questions."

"Yeah, um." The history teacher in their forties agreed with Li Jing's words. They are not the only ones who feel this way. It is said that Cao Runsheng, a second-grade English teacher who was acting as a substitute for class one and one, gave Lin Yue a simulation last Thursday. The composition at the end of the test paper dropped a few points. This guy went to the office of the second grader and pointed out in front of all the teachers that Cao Runsheng was not good at business. He used American English. Cao Runsheng gave the answer in British English, so Can't be wrong.

He, a transfer student from a corner, knew the difference between American English and British English, which became Cao Runsheng's joke.

How should I put it, I am really helpless to meet such a serious student.

About 15 minutes later, Li Jing's college classmate, Tang Nana who now works in the city library, called.

"Oh, I see, thank you."

After saying this, she seemed to suddenly realize that she was going in the wrong direction: "Nana, do you know the relationship between this author and Han Han, the winner of the New Concept Composition Competition?"

Don Nana gave her a clear answer.

Li Jing hung up the phone with a sullen face.

The history teacher noticed her expression and stopped what he was doing: "What's wrong?"

"How can he turn a corner and curse?"

There are so many coincidences in the world. Li Jing doesn't think that Lin Yue doesn't know the relationship between the author of "Cotton" and the author of "The Man in the Cup".

While the two were talking, the door of the office opened, and Hou Zhen, an English teacher who had been on sick leave for a month and also the head teacher of Class One, came in with a smile on her face.

The chemistry teacher near the door pushed the glasses frame: "Ms. Hou, are you discharged from the hospital?"

"Yes, I was discharged from the hospital last week."

"I was discharged from the hospital last week and came to school today? Your body..."

Others also stood up to greet her.

"It's okay. The doctor said that as long as you take the medicine on time, you'll be fine in half a month."

"That's good, that's good." All the teachers responded with a smile.

Hou Zhen took off her coat and put it on the clothes hook on the north wall, walked to her seat and sat down, and took out the class lesson plan written in the hospital from her bag.

The history teacher started knitting again, and said, "Xiao Hou, your class is so lively now. If I were you, I would definitely be thinking about quitting the class teacher now."

Hou Zhen smiled wryly and shook her head. She took a month's sick leave, but it didn't mean she didn't know the situation in the class, otherwise she wouldn't have found the principal in time and saved the "little lives" of Chen Xun and Zhao Ye.

"They're all good boys, and I'm sure everything will be fine."

...

Afternoon self-study class.

The bell rang, and students from Class One and Class One of Senior One swarmed into the classroom.

"Teacher Hou is here."

"Teacher Hou is back."

"..."

Following the discussions of Zhang Huiran and others, Hou Zhen, who had just finished Class 5, walked into a classroom with textbooks.

Looking across everyone's faces, she put the textbooks on the desk.

"In the month I was away, I heard that our class became famous. First, we pulled the switch, then we conducted series confrontation investigations, and even poured cold water on the dean. The April board newspaper evaluation was directly at the bottom. According to the teachers of various subjects, the last few simulations The test scores are not good either. The incident of pulling the switch and pouring cold water on the dean is over, so I won’t talk about it. Today I want to talk to you about the next two incidents. Do you have any opinions?”

No one spoke, they all looked down at the textbook.

"Chen Xun, you are the class monitor, so tell me."

Chen Xun stood up slowly: "Teacher Hou, I'm no longer the monitor of Class One, Senior One."

Hearing what he said, Hou Zhen remembered that Da Mahou dismissed Chen Xun.

"It doesn't matter if you're not the squad leader, I want to hear your opinion."

"My opinion is that our class should immediately elect a new monitor." Chen Xun said, "I propose that Lin Yue take over as monitor."

Zhao Ye raised his hand and said, "Yes, we chose Lin Yue as the squad leader."

"Choose Lin Yue."

"Lin Yue."

Lin Jiamo turned her head and glanced behind her, wondering why this group of people had changed their sex. They were talking bad about Lin Yue behind their backs last class, and now they actually chose him as the monitor?

Hou Zhen felt a little headache. Simple students might not know why Chen Xun recommended Lin Yue. She knew very well that these guys wanted to put the transfer student named Lin Yue on the fire.

"Nonsense, classmate Lin Yue has only been transferred to our class for less than a month. I'm afraid I can't even remember the classmate's name. If you make him the class monitor, isn't it just playing with the class honor? Ren Gaoying..."

Hou Zhen looked at Ren Gaoying.

"You will be the squad leader."

Ren Gaoying didn't move, his head with the middle part shook like a rattle: "I can't be one."

"Zhang Huiran." Hou Zhen looked at Zhang Huiran again.

"Can't do it, can't do it."

"Okay, you have formed a revolutionary united front." Hou Zhen was a little unhappy.

At this moment, Lin Yue stood up and said something.

Some unexpected words.