"Let's talk about your composition." Lao Zhou conjured up a copy of "Complete Solutions to High School Composition" and shook it, "Your composition, hey, how stiff it is, how rigid it is, how rigid it is, how rigid it is. It's just unbearable. Apart from the eight female classmates, there are also a few top male classmates, and the composition level of others really needs to be strengthened."
While he was talking, Jiang Mo glanced at the people around him from the corner of his eye.
He looked like he was going to sleep or not, as if he was still struggling to listen with his eyelids.
Zhou Wenjun is a perfectionist, and he absolutely cannot tolerate anyone sleeping in his class. And years of teaching experience have given him a pair of eyes that focus on the students who sleep in his class.
He obviously noticed the goods too, so he glanced at it after saying a few words, and glanced again after saying a few words.
Unfortunately, the latter was unaware of this small gesture.
"I'm not saying that those classmates who can't make up story passages, you don't have so rich life experience or imagination or rich emotions, don't fight with narrative essays and lyrical prose, learn from Jiang Mo, Luo Nanqiu and Zhang Yuan. It's okay to write high-level argumentative essays." Zhou Wenjun said, glancing at someone again.
Very well, the man simply put his chin on the pile of books at the right height and fell asleep completely.
"Cough cough." He deliberately cleared his throat, hoping that Luo classmate would wake up consciously, "When writing the word argumentative essay, you must pay attention to rigor..."
When he said this, he had been paying attention to Luo Nanqiu's movements.
The result... is naturally in vain.
He couldn't bear it any longer and said, "A certain classmate, is the teacher's class very hypnotic? Sleep so soundly?"
Yes, this is completely targeted.
But even so, a classmate is still indifferent.
Jiang Mo glanced at him from the corner of his eye, wondering if he should call this person up.
Zhou Wenjunxin said that he was still the first in the grade, so he had to save some face, and said patiently: "Cough! I won't call the names, I'm almost awake, don't rely on my good grades to not attend the class."
Luo Nanqiu was still... unresponsive.
Zhou Wenjun finally gave up his last bit of patience. "Luo Nanqiu!"
Jiang Mo was afraid that this person would not move, so he lifted his foot and kicked it.
"Hmm... why are you kicking me?" Luo classmate woke up leisurely.
He obviously hadn't realized his current situation yet, and was still obsessed with what Jiang Mo was doing when he was kicking him. Normally, he wasn't quite civilized.
I fell asleep at a glance.
The whole class laughed.
I didn't expect Brother Qiu to have it today.
It's been a long time.
Jiang Mo said with a lawsuit on his head, "Please take a good look."
Luo Nanqiu was at a loss: "Ah?"
Seeing his unrepentant virtue, Zhou Wenjun suddenly felt heartbroken like a knife, and he couldn't get out of his anger.
"Luo Nanqiu, you are quite capable, you dare to sleep in my class. Stand up and recite the first half of these two lines for me. Don't sit down until you recite them." Zhou Wenjun pointed angrily at the two ancient sentences on the blackboard and said.
Now the mallard geese rise up and ask when they will meet.
After Jiang Mo took a look, he rolled Old Zhou's eyes inwardly.
It was clearly "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" that Que Siming casually mentioned in the last math class. It's just that the slacker on duty today forgot to clean the blackboard just so that Lao Zhou took advantage of the loophole to embarrass Luo Nanqiu.
And weren't you talking about composition just now? What kind of poem do you recite well?!
Luo Nanqiu stood up unhurriedly and looked up at the blackboard: "..."
Which unlucky poem is this horse?
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