Zhou Xiaoyun’s Happy Life

 Chapter 144 Students fear Friday the most (1)

 It is said that students are most afraid of Friday. Why? Of course it’s because of the two fixed composition classes on Friday afternoon.

Every Friday is a headache for every student. They rack their brains and have to write the composition assigned by the teacher within the specified time. The number of words must be no less than 500 words.

 This is the most painful thing for Zhou Zhihai, who is squeezing every word outward.

 So before Teacher Fang entered the class, Zhou Zhihai kept sighing in his seat. Wu Mei, who was sitting in the first row, was startled. She turned around to pay attention to Zhou Zhihai and asked Zhou Xiaoyun in a low voice what was wrong with Zhou Zhihai.

Zhou Xiaoyun glanced at Zhou Zhihai's bitter face and smiled: "What else can he do? Think about what the next two classes are?"

 Composition class! Wu Mei suddenly realized, no wonder Zhou Zhihai was worried. Look at the classmates in the class, who has a relaxed expression? Who likes composition classes?

  Teacher Fang, in particular, pays special attention to inspiring and guiding students. He often gives a long and eloquent lecture before writing a composition and then lets the students do it.

You must want to say it, isn’t this a good thing? Are the students still not satisfied with the teacher’s explanation?

 Satisfaction is satisfaction, but here comes the key. Teacher Fang often asks students in the class to stand up and read their compositions by name. It doesn't matter if they haven't finished writing, they can read wherever they write, and it's never limited to good students and poor students. How can Zhou Zhihai not worry about just ordering whatever he feels like.

Wu Mei started to get nervous when she thought of this. It would be bad if Teacher Fang asked her to get up and read her composition when she was in a mood today. Take out your composition book and read it quickly. If you remember a few more vocabulary words, you may be able to use them!

 There are many students in the class who have composition papers. Everyone is studying hard with their composition papers, and Li Tianyu is no exception.

Even Gu Chunlai, who had always been shaking his head, became more honest.

The learning status can be seen from the composition books in the hands of each student. For example, the corners of the composition book in Zhou Xiaoyun's hand were worn out because of frequent flipping. Zhou Xiaoyun felt distressed and hurriedly found a piece of white paper to cover the book, so that Finally a lot less wear and tear.

Li Tianyu has an informal personality and a rough personality, so the footers of his composition book are not evenly flat but are turned up.

Gu Chunlai’s book was not much better, with scrawls and scrawls on it that were very dirty.

Wang Jingjing likes to draw good words and sentences while reading, so when she opens her composition book, she will find that it is full of lines.

Wu Mei’s composition book cover is covered with stickers.

Ever since the sticker paper, which costs 10 or 20 cents, became popular on campus, Wu Mei has been a loyal user of the sticker paper. Most of the pocket money I had was used on sticker paper.

Wu Mei, who was still obsessed with cartoon stickers a few days ago, has recently become obsessed with celebrity stickers. The stickers of Zhao Yazhi and Zheng Shaoqiu have become her favorites.

However, Zhao Yazhi’s appearance in the ancient costume in "A Play on Qianlong" is indeed very beautiful. Personally, Zhou Xiaoyun does not have much affection for Zheng Shaoqiu who abandoned his bad wife. However, who doesn’t like the subtle, elegant and beautiful Zhao Yazhi? Zhou Xiaoyun couldn't help but buy some and stick them on the book.

We are just kids now, don’t act too unsocial, that will make your friends suspicious. Zhou Xiaoyun convinced himself this way.

It is no wonder that this sticker paper is warmly welcomed by students, especially girls. It is beautiful and cheap. To stick it on, you only need to lift up the corner, tear off a small piece and stick it to any corner of the book.

Zhou Xiaoyun only posted one or two of them in the book.

Wang Jingjing posted three pictures on her paper, but none of them were as exaggerated as Wu Mei's. The paper is almost full of stickers, and it’s hard to tell that it’s still a composition book.

  Chinese language and mathematics books have not escaped Wu Mei’s clutches, and they are posted everywhere.

Zhou Zhihai certainly didn’t dare not buy a composition book. His compositions were always the worst, and he usually started to run out of words after writing less than a hundred words. How could he not prepare a few composition books like this?

 You heard it right! A few indeed. Zhou Zhihai was mainly afraid that the passages he copied from the essay would overlap with those of his classmates or that Teacher Fang had read the essay. To be on the safe side, it was better to buy a few more copies and then piece together the essay to make it more plausible.

 You want to say it is like this article, it is somewhat similar but not entirely. If you say it is like that article, you cannot find a few sentences that are exactly the same.

 It’s just “four different things”! hehe!

Zhou Zhihai was quite disapproving of Wang Jingjing’s comments, boasting that he was drawing on the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought to make up for his own shortcomings. He also sighed: "There are a lot of articles in the world, let's see if you can copy them! If you don't brag about your composition, you won't be able to do it!"

 In short, it is a bunch of fallacies, but it has actually been pursued by a lot of boys and they have followed suit.

Zhou Xiaoyun is too embarrassed to make a report. This kind of behavior is very common among students, so there is nothing surprising. Besides, Teacher Fang is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Often a classmate stands up and reads his or her masterpiece triumphantly. While waiting for the teacher’s praise, Teacher Fang begins to comment: “×××, your composition is very long and fluent, and your sentences are smooth and elegant. very good…"

As soon as the classmate smiled, he was stunned by what he said next: "But, these original sentences are 'extracted' from "Selected Excellent Compositions for Primary School Students", and they are from last year's version, not this year's latest version. What I said right!"

The disgraced student was so embarrassed that he couldn't even lift his head as the entire class laughed.

After these few times, is there any other student in the class who dares to do this? All of them are in their teens, who is not afraid of being embarrassed!

Zhou Zhihai has always been very courageous. He didn't dare to copy him and just come up with an innovation. Hey, if you don't let me "excerpt" a large section, I will just "borrow" a sentence here and there and "translate" a sentence here and there. No matter how great Teacher Fang is, there is no way he can remember every sentence in every composition book!

Hahaha! I smiled proudly! I smiled proudly! Zhou Zhihai felt much better after thinking of a way to deal with it, and started chatting with Zheng Haoran who was in the same position.

Zheng Haoran’s composition skills are among the best in the class. Naturally, he won’t be worried or nervous about the composition class, and he and Zhou Zhihai are chatting and laughing.

When talking about the excitement, the voice inevitably got louder, which disturbed the few people here who were working as clerks.

“Can you two lower your voices?” Wang Jingjing and Wu Mei said in unison.

Zhou Zhihai and Wang Jingjing have always been inseparable. They have almost become accustomed to bickering since they were first grade classmates. They reflexively replied: "I'm just loud, what can you do?"

Wu Mei’s face turned red when she saw her cousin was so frustrated.

Wang Jingjing snorted: "What can I do? The most I can do is report to Teacher Fang in the composition class that there are several composition books in someone's drawer."

Zhou Zhihai, who was criticized for his weakness, quickly changed his attitude. He nodded and bowed with a smile on his face: "I'll keep my voice down now. Please watch slowly. I won't disturb you anymore."

Winning the victory, Wang Jingjing raised her head high proudly and accepted Wu Mei's admiring gaze.

 (End of this chapter)