Several students laughed out loud.
Yes, reading more books can improve writing skills, but as a form of martial arts, students can improve their imagination, but talent cannot be cultivated. Wang Yu has always advocated that everyone should read books by Shen Congwen, Zhu Ziqing, Jia Pingwa and others. The works of Jin Yong, Gu Long, Huang Yi, Liang Yusheng, Chen Qingyun and so on. Numerous facts have also proved that the effect of watching martial arts is to make your writing articles smooth and smooth. The improvement effect of writing style, structure, intention and so on is not obvious. , and no philosophy of life and life experience can be learned from it.
Yuan Hua sat motionless. When he heard Wang Yu comparing himself with Lin Yue, his expression did not change, but he could not suppress the light in his eyes at all.
"You mean Yuan Hua writes with confidence, but I can't. Why?"
"Because Yuan Hua writes well. Otherwise, why would the school choose his article to participate in the district composition competition this time instead of your article? Oh, yes, is that your article? Remember the composition class teacher last week What did it say about you? The old lady's foot wrap is smelly and long. Do you think you can get high marks by filling up all the boxes on the test paper? Say one sentence over and over again, crumble it and say, "Don't you mind it?" The teacher is tired of it too."
"Teacher, people will change."
"What kind of change? Do you think you are Sun Wukong and can change seventy-two?" Wang Yu unfolded the folding fan, pointed it at his chest and fanned it: "Are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, read what you wrote in front of everyone, let me We also opened our eyes to see if you can become Jin Yong or Gu Long."
Lin Yue slapped the letter paper on the desk behind him: "Xiao Hei, come and read it..."
Wang Yu said: "What? Are you shy? It's not a love letter. How about you imitate Xia Luo and dance for everyone?"
Lin Yue ignored him.
On the other hand, the protagonist of the movie, who was looking at Qiu Ya's back in a daze, glanced at Ma Dongmei with a blank expression, feeling that her eyes were a bit strange.
"Sun Fei, what are you doing standing still? Read!"
Xiao Hei stood up: "Teacher Wang, do you really want to read it?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense?"
"oh."
Xiao Hei glanced at Lin Yue's back with a troubled expression and began to read the words on the letter paper.
"My name is Chongming. I was born in Chongming, Shanghai, so when many people know my name for the first time, they will tell me that your name is very interesting,"
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 saying this, Sun Fei stopped and said, "Look what I am doing, continue reading."
"I studied at a nationally renowned university in Beijing. I remember that in high school, almost all the good students in my class went to Fudan, but I was ready to single-handedly go to Beijing and kill the grandfather who was better than my grandfather. It’s a city that’s still a lot older.”
"You are studying at 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? You want to go to Fudan? You still want to go to Fudan. ? You can only go to the resumption class like this."
Lin Yue amused him.
Well, this is very Teacher Wang.
"Smile, you still have the nerve to smile! And you, how can you make your teeth whiter? Read, keep reading."
Sun Fei continued reading: "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 take the exam to Beijing. My parents are here. In this extremely prosperous but also extremely indifferent city, they insist on their pure Beijing accent, so I will always be a child from out of town... Teacher, the next words are too illegible, I can’t read them clearly."
"Your home is in Sanlitun. Your father rides a tricycle. Your mother cleans at the vegetable market. Your parents' mouths smell like oysters when they talk. They are not noodles with soybean paste or Peking duck. You are neither. Children from out of town, your family has been from Xihong City since your great-great-great-grandfather, and only teachers like you are considered outsiders. How many times have I told you that articles should be based on reality and serve reality. Don’t do it all day long. Can you write true feelings about those vain things and things you have never experienced?" As he spoke, he knocked on the table with a folding fan: "Ah, if you can't impress the marking teacher, writing in a colorful way is all in vain, you see Yuan Hua is very realistic. I read "My Father, the District Chief" before submitting it for submission. He wrote it with sincerity and heartfelt feelings."
Lin Yue nodded: "Oh, did you win the award?"
"It's not confirmed yet, but it's not a big problem."
"It's good. When the time comes, his father will go in, and he won't have to find anyone else to write a letter of repentance."
"Lin Yue! What are you talking about? I'm teaching you how to write an essay. Why are you talking about so much useless stuff?"
"Am I talking nonsense? Is it you? You also said that the college entrance examination essay is written for the marking teachers. I am not writing it for them. Do I need to refer to your opinion? Since there is no need to refer to you Opinions, then you stand here and talk like a machine gun, it’s not just gossip.”
Wang Yu finally understood why Liu Dazhi was so angry that he developed high blood pressure. When he returned to the office, he was looking for antihypertensive medicine. This kid's mouth... was so thirsty.
He pointed at Lin Yue with his fan and said, "If you don't show it to the marking teacher, then who are you going to show it to?"
"Do you care?" Lin Yue said, "It's not for you to see anyway."
Gu: "You...you are destroying your own future."
"I'm not destroying my own future, I'm looking for a way out." After finishing speaking, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't understand, he added an explanation: "Ascendants rise."
"If you are still looking for a way to get promoted, then I want to see how you can get promoted. If you are like you, if you can get promoted..."
"I can be promoted, but you want to be demoted? How can you imitate Charlotte and jump off the building?"
Later, Charlotte tilted her head and shot a look that said, "I provoke you, why are you talking about me again?"
Wang Yu glared: "Okay, if you can rise, I will jump down from here, but if you can't rise..."
"Teacher Wang, Teacher Wang...it's over, it's over...you are a teacher, it's not worth it to get angry with students...it's not worth it."
Zhang Yang knew what was going on, and as soon as he saw what was going on, he hurriedly said what was going on. He quickly got up and pulled the two of them apart. After all, the beating of the teacher was not over yet. He always felt that Wang Yu looked at him in a strange way, and he was afraid of being raped. He was suspected of being the one who hit the teacher behind his back.
"Did you hear what Zhang Yang said? Since you are my student..."
Wang Yu was half pushed and half pulled by Zhang Yang and left the classroom.
Lin Yue took the letter paper back from Sun Fei's hand and continued writing.
The girl with glasses poked her head towards him: "Are you still in the mood to write?"
In her opinion, giving Wang Yu such a scolding in front of the whole class would affect his mentality even if he didn't break down under normal circumstances. But it was better for him. Wang Yu stepped on the front foot and then stepped on the back foot.
"Why don't you write?"
Lin Yue didn't raise his head, didn't turn his eyes, and kept writing... or copying.
Yuan Hua looked back at him and clenched his hands on the desk into fists.
…
In the evening, as the get out of class bell rang, clothes were flying in the classroom, and students who were anxious to go home rushed into the corridors, poured into the corridors, and rushed to the carport with a feeling of freedom.
Being one step ahead of others not only allows you to go home earlier, but also eliminates the need to squeeze in front of the school gate where it is difficult to pass a tractor and move your position in centimeters.
Lin Yue and others came down from upstairs when they were almost gone. When they came to the car shed, they hesitated for a moment. They did not push the broken bicycle that was not locked and would not be stolen, and would not be missed by thieves. They started walking on the 11th. Leave the school gate and run to Sanlitun.
"Qiu Ya, wait for me, wait for me. Look, it's late at night. The car repair shop has long been closed. It's very dangerous to walk alone. How about I give you a ride?"
Charlotte followed slowly behind Qiu Ya on his gear-shift bicycle with a Rukawa Kaede sticker on it.
Someone had pulled out the valve core of her bicycle. Now that the night was dark and there was no place to inflate the valve, she could only push it back.
"Qiu Ya, hey, slow down. I'm not a bad person. Why are you walking so fast?"
He was chasing after her, but she was walking in front, not looking back, not saying a word, and walking faster and faster. No one who saw this scene would think that he had good intentions.
"Qiu Ya, Qiu Ya, please say something..."
After Charlotte finished speaking, she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw a person running at night on the sidewalk. He looked carefully through the street lights.
Oops, the road between enemies is narrow.
It was none other than classmate Lin who had beaten him up earlier by taking advantage of the topic.
"Isn't this classmate Lin Yue? Why, your bike is broken too?"
There was unconcealable gloating in his voice. Of course, this matter had nothing to do with him.
