Chapter 16 Composition Master

Author: Wei Wen Ming Xiang

Chapter 16 Composition Master

Shen Qing was shocked when he heard this, and subconsciously defended: "I'm sorry, it hurt your eyes."

Xie Mingchao raised his eyes lazily, with a slightly mocking smile in his eyes, "Your panicked look is more pleasing to the eye than when you have a cold face."

She looked around and saw that other people in the class were already looking at her from time to time because of Xie Mingchao's rescue just now.

Especially the girls who looked at me with resentful eyes yesterday were now gnashing their teeth and glaring at me.

As expected, the eyes of the girls who were counted among Shen Qing's mother's fans excitedly gathered together for a heated discussion.

Shen Qing looked away, turned sideways and asked tentatively: "Classmate Xie, do you know you have fans?"

He raised his eyelids, his eyes filled with indifference, "Why are your thoughts always in strange places?"

"Then where else would I put it, study or you?"

Xie Mingchao's eyelashes trembled and his voice was low: "Don't try to trick me."

Shen Qing felt that she still needed to save her image, "Xie classmate, you have misunderstood."

He glanced at her coldly, then lowered his eyes and continued writing the title, "I don't believe it."

The shameless image seems to have penetrated deeply into his heart.

Shen Qing opened the sketchbook and planned to draw something to pass the morning self-study.

Suddenly a booklet was thrown in front of me, with several large characters of different sizes printed on the cover: Ancient Poetry Recitation Manual.

"You carry this."

She flipped through a few pages. There were no notes on them, and they looked like new ones. "Then you won't memorize them?"

“You don’t need to read things over and over again if you know them by heart.”

Shen Qing sadly condemned his behavior of only buying without looking at it: "Then how can you waste money?"

"My family bought it." Xie Mingchao took out several notebooks and counseling materials from the drawer and pushed them to her, "I'll give them to you."

"Don't you need it?" She flipped through the content. The textbook was very carefully compiled.

"No need."

Chen Ziwan bought these materials when he started school. Although he said he didn't need them, she felt that there were too few opportunities to participate in his life on weekdays, and she drooped her face in grievance.

No matter how many years have passed, no trace of time can be left on her face, which is famous for its purity in the entertainment industry.

But the purest little girl in the entertainment industry had red eyes, so Xie Mingchao could only choose to compromise.

"I knew Chaochao in our family loved mom the most!" The next second, Chen Ziyuan happily stood up on tiptoes, picked up his face and kissed him.

"Sure enough, only the poor students have more stationery," Shen Qing calculated the prices behind all the materials, "I can't take it from you for nothing, can I transfer the money to you?"

Xie Mingchao paused his pen and thought of Chen Ziyuan's tired posture of running around looking for work for money and often leaving early and coming home late.

His breathing stopped for a moment, and then he said, "No need."

"Don't be so polite," she had already taken out her phone and opened it to scan, "Is it WeChat or Alipay?"

Xie Mingchao raised his eyes and looked at her steadily for a moment, his eyes no longer cold as before.

"I didn't bring my cell phone."

Shen Qing didn't take it seriously and wrote down her mobile phone number on the paper, "Then you can go back and add my WeChat account?"

He looked at the paper and hand that had unconsciously crossed the dividing line, and took out the paper.

"good."

Zhang Jianshan hurried to the office with Shen Qing's Chinese answer sheet. After seeing that there were almost no people inside, he belatedly remembered that only the head teacher would come so early at this time.

"I'm so happy." He patted his stomach in annoyance, took a photo of the composition and sent it to the grade-level Chinese group.

【Read this composition quickly!】

[I haven’t seen a student write at this level for many years!]

Other Chinese teachers were either having breakfast or on their way to work, and their screens were flooded with Zhang Jianshan's messages, so they could only pick up their phones to check.

【It's really good】

[This character is written really well, I have to speed up and go to school to see it for myself]

[Old Zhang, where did you get the test paper? I don’t remember seeing such a composition in this exam?]

Zhang Jianshan: [Proud.jpg was written by a new student in my class]

[Xie Mingchao’s compositions are not up to this level. It seems that Lao Zhang is very lucky. There are two such outstanding students in the class]

[Then the other parts should also be answered well, right? Take a look by the way?]

Zhang Jianshan had just been reading the article before, and turned over happily. When he saw all 1s and 0s, a smile froze on his face.

At first, he thought that Xie Mingchao deliberately gave low marks. After all, every question was filled with horizontal lines, but when he looked at the content, he found that the answers were completely irrelevant.

He is a master of composition, but only in the composition part.

Zhang Jianshan: [Let’s just read the text part]

He did not expect that there would be students who could write composition and reading comprehension in their own way.

The teachers of the sophomore Chinese language group were all gathered around a table, looking at the papers on the table intently.

A teacher suggested: "I think it is necessary to print multiple copies for students in each class to study."

Hearing that everyone else agreed, Zhang Jianshan asked uneasily: "Only the composition part will be printed, right?"

"Oh, by the way, let's take a look at the other questions. This paper should have a very high score, and the essay can get full marks." The teacher said and was about to turn the page, but Zhang Jianshan immediately held him down.

“Just read the article!”

The teacher didn't know why and insisted on looking at the back, "The composition is so good, so the subjective questions should be pretty good too, right?"

He just lifted up a corner, and when he saw the score in the corner, he put it back down in embarrassment, "Indeed, the main thing is to read the essay."

"Why are you two so resistant to looking behind?" The more they concealed themselves, the more curious the other teachers became.

When they saw the scores on the paper, everyone was silent.

As a result, Shen Qing's reputation as a composition master spread among the Chinese language grade groups.

Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the answer sheet with a perfect score, "Thank you, teacher."

Zhang Jianshan hesitated to speak, but finally spoke despite the pressure of many Chinese teachers behind him: "Did you complete this composition independently?"

She nodded lightly, "Yes, Xie Mingchao can testify."

"It's not that the teacher doubted you on purpose," he coughed awkwardly, "it's because the contrast between your front and back is too great."

Shen Qing could understand Zhang Jianshan's mood and said truthfully: "The standard answer is too rigid and traditional. I think the author's original intention is not that complicated."

Zhang Jianshan looked at her in surprise, and then sighed, "Classmate Shen Qing, I can understand your thinking. Although it is too rigid to say that there are standard answers to Chinese language, the current education method is exam-oriented education. We can only choose to adapt.

Changing this traditional education model is a very big project, and there should not be any huge changes in the past ten years."

"But I won't change my way of thinking because of a fixed answer."

Painting requires imagination and creation, and Shen Qing does not want to limit his thinking because of scoring.

"Teacher can understand." Zhang Jianshan sighed. Although he attached great importance to grades, for a special student like Shen Qing, he still couldn't bear to destroy her unique thoughts.

As if he remembered something, he stopped Shen Qing who was about to enter the classroom, "By the way, there are running exercises every Monday, Wednesday and Friday between classes. Today is Wednesday. Don't rush to the canteen after class."
Chapter completed!