Someone's composition was not posted?
The class representative was a girl. She frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly realized that she was the transfer student. No wonder I felt that an article was missing when I posted it.
She looked back and found that the "classmate" the teacher called was spinning the pen in his hand very fast, with almost no emotion on his face.
The class representative's actions caused people nearby to look at Lin Yue, realizing that the "classmate" Pan Shuai mentioned should be him.
Fang Yifan suddenly became energetic, and his movements were like a beaver who had sensed danger and got up to wait and see.
The Chinese teacher left a person's composition, and there were only two results. Either it was well written and was read aloud and praised in public;
Obviously, he was facing the second situation.
"Lin Yue."
Pan Shuai called out the names with an expressionless face.
"Is something wrong?" He raised his head, looking like someone had disturbed his good mood of sunbathing.
"Is something wrong?" Pan Shuai became even more angry when he saw his attitude. He pointed at the content on the paper and said, "Is this the essay you handed in? I asked you to write an essay about mother. What you handed in is What? You’re the only one who can draw, right?”
The bespectacled girl in the front row held her glasses and squinted her eyes to take a closer look. Oh, really, this is not a composition at all, it is just a figure painting.
Wow~
There was a discussion below.
Everyone knew that he had made it difficult for the principal and Li Tiegang to stand down on the day he went through the transfer procedures, and they expected to be jealous, but they never expected that he would dare to do this for the first homework assignment at the beginning of the school year.
"He went too far."
"Who doesn't know that Teacher Pan has been chasing Teacher Li for a long time? Isn't this giving Teacher Pan a knife?"
"But don't tell me, his painting skills are really good. The Cai Wenji he drew for Zhang Xiaoning is not much different from the one drawn by a professional illustrator."
"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 but turn her head, looking worriedly at the male classmate who failed to reciprocate but owed another favor.
How did they know that it was Pan Shuai who provoked the enemy first, while Lin Yue was just building a bridge when encountering water and trying to take advantage of the situation?
"Teacher Pan, you are so angry." Lin Yue still sat calmly: "But, as far as I know, I can only be ranked second for doing this. Why don't you find the person who ranks first to settle the score? ?”
There was an uproar in the classroom.
What does this mean? Is there anyone more outrageous than him?
Pan Shuai frowned.
Lin Yue didn't give him a chance to recall: "Can't remember? Then let me remind you, for this mock test of different classes, who drew a racing car at the end of the Chinese paper? Someone drew for such an important test You are perfunctory and don't use it to set a role model, but you make a fuss about homework. Teacher Pan, are you deliberately targeting me? Or are you ready to give up on the classmate whose behavior is even more excessive?"
When the students heard this, they more or less guessed that drawing a racing car on the last composition page of the test paper was indeed more provocative than drawing a character in the homework, and the person who likes racing the most in the class is...
Ji Yangyang was originally hiding behind a pile of books and playing with his mobile phone. It was Fang Yifan who pinched a ball of paper and threw it in his face, and then he realized that he had become the center of attention.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?"
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 for?"
"Did you draw a racing car on the placement test paper?"
Ji Yangyang thought about it carefully and realized that there was such a thing. He couldn't help but frown and glanced at Lin Yue.
Pan Shuai had a headache, but he didn't expect that sharp-tongued boy to actually defeat him.
"This is your business now, why do you care about others?"
"Okay, let's talk about my business." Lin Yue stood up and walked to the front of the podium, took the piece of paper and passed it under the podium: "Teacher Pan, if I remember correctly, the requirement for the composition is to vividly portray Characters, let’s express true feelings. Isn’t this vivid? Isn’t it vivid? Isn’t it true?”
Zhang Xiaoning and Jiang Nuohan leaned forward and carefully observed the painting.
It was a middle-aged woman, holding a pan in her left hand, wrapped in an apron, and in her right hand... Judging from her angry and scolding expression, she should be holding a test paper.
Lin Yue is right. This painting vividly creates the image of a middle-aged woman who is worried about her child's grades.
Is this a quibble? The key is to argue so hard that you have nothing to say.
Now they have learned how prickly transfer students can be. Some students cover their mouths and secretly enjoy themselves while whispering to their neighbors.
"Quiet."
Pan Shuai patted the desk: "Don't try to change the concept for me. What I asked you to write is a composition. Do you know what composition is? This is art, not Chinese."
Lin Yue looked at him levelly for a few seconds and smiled.
This smile made Teacher Pan very uncomfortable.
At the same time, he put his hand into his trouser pocket, took out a magnifying glass, photographed it on the podium, pointed at the painting and said: "Take a good look, is it a painting or an article?"
The little flesh on Pan Shuai's face shook. He moved the magnifying glass to the lines outlining the middle-aged woman's outline. He saw that they were Chinese characters that had been shrunk countless times.
"Here, the Chinese language you want, Teacher Pan, you asked such a thoughtful question, of course I will write a thoughtful composition to repay you, right?"
Lin Yue nodded at the four characters "My Mother" in the header, turned around and walked to his seat.
Pan Shuai was frozen there.
Is this composition thoughtful?
Career, more careful than the compositions of all the students in the class, no, it should be said that they are more novel and thoughtful than the compositions of all the students since he became a Chinese teacher, but this novelty and care are used to humiliate him.
He wanted to show Lin Yue's power, but he was knocked upside down by the opponent's horse 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, and the few injuries he suffered were nothing.
…
That evening.
In a Western restaurant near Sanlitun.
Qiao Weidong waved to Lin Yue who had just entered the door: "Come on, Yingzi, dad will introduce you. He is your Uncle Lin's son, Lin Yue." After that, he introduced his daughter to Lin Yue: "Qiao Yingzi, my daughter .”
Qiao Yingzi smiled: "Dad, I have seen him."
"I know you have met him. Weren't you still young at the time? You were only five or six years old. We haven't seen him for more than ten years. Dad, why don't we introduce him to you again?"
"No." Qiao Yingzi said, "That day he was playing the saxophone in the pavilion, and Tao Zi and I were standing not far away."
"Oh." Qiao Weidong pretended not to know: "Yes, that is the case."
Qiao Yingzi really wanted to ask Song Qian why she didn't like Lin Yue. Qiao Weidong kept talking about him on WeChat, but he chose to give up after hesitating for a while. Obviously, it was not good to talk about this topic in the presence of the person involved.
"What do you eat?" Qiao Weidong asked Lin Yue.
"I ate two donkey meat roasted on the way here, and I'm full."
"Then I'd like a glass of juice."
Qiao Weidong snapped his fingers at the waiter, pointed to the table where he was sitting and said, "Waiter, another glass of orange juice."
Qiao Yingzi put down her fork, looked at Lin Yue and said, "I heard that you tricked Teacher Pan this morning?"
Qiao Weidong's face changed when he heard this: "What's going on?"
He remembered that Pan Shuai was the head teacher of the basic class and the Chinese teacher of the basic class. In the principal's office, Lin Yue clearly said that he was the only one who liked him, so why did he turn his face and make fun of him again?
"No." Lin Yue said seriously: "Who did you listen to?"
"Fang Hou, oh, Fang Yifan is also in the basic class. That's my buddy. He said that you used many small characters to form a picture, which made Pan Shuai blush."
"Then did he tell you that I was the one who caused the blood on his face yesterday?"
"Ah? Did you cause the blood on his face yesterday? Then how did he say he accidentally hit the wall?"
"It's simple, because he has no face to say it."
"Wait, you two wait." Qiao Weidong was very happy that the two of them could chat, but he was confused as he listened. He only knew that a lot of things had happened in the past two days. This nephew was really not an economical person. If If I didn't feel guilty, I wouldn't agree to help take care of him for a year if I gave him 10 million: "Now Fang Yifan, now Teacher Pan, why am I getting more and more confused the more I listen to it?"
Lin Yue said: "It's actually very simple. Fang Yifan wants to avenge Tong Wenjie, and Pan Shuai wants to please Li Meng."
"Ah? Did you offend Aunt Tong?" Qiao Yingzi looked like she had eaten something big.
"More than that."
Lin Yue took something out of his pocket and placed it in front of the father and daughter.
