The exam is completed.

Zhao Dongping and chemistry teacher came to Gu Mingjun.

"Gu Mingjun," the chemistry teacher knocked on the desk and asked in a deep voice, "To be honest, did you copy Song Qingru's answer?"

Gu Mingjun raised his head from the textbook and smiled slightly: "Teacher, I completed the test paper earlier than her. How did I copy her? Also, how many points did I get? How many points did she get? If my score is higher than her, would I copy her? Or did she copy mine?"

The whole class was in an uproar!

Liu Liang cheered and said, "Hey, Gu Mingjun, you can insult anyone, and you can't insult Song Qingru! How could Song Qingru copy your paper?"

Zhao Dongping glanced at the whole class with a stern look.

Everyone suddenly became silent and the classroom became quiet.

Zhao Dongping asked the chemistry teacher: "How many points did Song Qingru score?"

The chemistry teacher took out Song Qingru's test paper, quickly answered the answers on the spot, and wrote a number on the test paper: "87!"

A classmate who scored 96 points copied a test paper for a classmate who scored only 87 points?

This is obviously impossible.

What's more, Gu Mingjun's time for handing in the paper was half an hour earlier than Song Qingru. When he handed in the paper, Song Qingru was still answering the questions!

As for whether Gu Mingjun copied the book?

The chemistry teacher felt it was impossible. Even if it was an open paper exam, he didn't believe that Gu Mingjun could copy 96 points.

Neither teacher spoke, but the students understood everything.

Liu Liang shouted loudly: "Chalc! Chalk!"

Zhao Dongping didn't know what "chalk" means, but he saw that the chemistry teacher's face had changed drastically.

Then, under the witness of the whole class, a magical scene happened!

The chemistry teacher picked up a piece of chalk and stuffed it into his mouth.

In front of the whole class, he chewed the chalk, chewed it into the trash can, picked up the cup and rinsed his mouth.

"Students! I did what I promised!" said the chemistry teacher. "As long as each of you can get a high score, I don't mind chewing this box of chalk!"

Liu Liang was stunned. He gave a thumbs up, first raised it to the chemistry teacher, and then turned to Gu Mingjun.

After such a fuss, ten minutes of breaking have passed.

Zhao Dongping is a Chinese teacher, and the next lesson is his.

The chemistry teacher left with the test paper.

Zhao Dongping stood on the podium and said loudly: "I have told you many times that as science students, you cannot only focus on the study of science knowledge. Let me tell you that in the future, those who are better at Chinese will win the world! Among Chinese, the most important thing is composition. Those who get essays will get Chinese! This semester, I have told you a lot of writing methods and techniques for essays. Today, I will assign an essay."

He said, picking up the chalk and writing a line of words on the blackboard:

"One of my favorite Chinese character."

"This is today's composition topic. My favorite Chinese character is not limited in genre, and the number of words is required to be more than 800. Time for one class. You have to learn to finish the composition and take the exam in one class, so that you have more time to deal with other questions. Okay, everyone will take out the composition text and start writing now!"

Gu Mingjun found his own composition text.

He first looked at his previous essay, either a few points or a dozen points. The highest essay was only 28 points. The title of the essay was: "My Mom".

The beginning reads: "My mother's name is He Suli. She is a salesperson in a large department store. Half of her hair is gray. No one can believe that she is still a woman under forty years old..."

Next to this paragraph is a comment from Teacher Zhao Dongping: "The sentence is straightforward, but it contains true feelings for my mother."

Gu Mingjun was watching it very well when he heard Zhao Dongping's shouts: "Who, Gu Mingjun, why are you in a daze? Writing an essay! Time is not enough! You are doing well in chemistry, and you have to keep up with the composition. If you can get 30 points this time, I will..."

He raised the chalk in his hand, but when he thought of the scene when the chemistry teacher was eating chalk just now, he quickly threw down the chalk head and said, "I will reward you with a pen!"

Gu Mingjun nodded, picked up his pen, and started writing on the composition text.

"Duantang" is something that every high school student hates, but it is also loved by every high school teacher.

Unfortunately, Zhao Dongping likes to do the hall very much.

After finishing the composition in the third class, he then collected the composition and began to explain.

He read through it casually - he didn't know if it was intentional, so he dug out Gu Mingjun's essay.

"Well! Let's listen to this essay. I won't talk about who wrote it for now. Students, listen to it, how many points can I get in this essay."

Zhao Dongping began to read in a prose tone:

"My Chinese character culture is profound and profound. If you ask me which character I like the most, I will definitely answer this way. My favorite Chinese character is the last Chinese character on the third side of the tenth edition of Xinhua Dictionary - love."

When Zhao Dongping read this, he couldn't help but pause and said, "Are there any students with Xinhua Dictionary? I want the latest version, published two years ago, that is, the tenth edition, and look through it. Is the last word on the third side a word? Is it the word love?"

Song Qingru raised his hand, then took out his Xinhua Dictionary, turned to the third side of the text, raised his hand and said: "Teacher, the tenth edition of the Xinhua Dictionary, the third side of the text, the last word is the word 'love'!"

Zhao Dongping nodded and continued reading: "Why do I always have tears in my eyes? - Because I love this land deeply, this is the love of the poet Ai Qing for the motherland. Ten years of life and death are vague; if you don't think about it, you will never forget it. This is Su Shi's longing for his deceased wife. The black bird's personal love is willing to beg for the end of her life. This is the filial piety to his parents in Li Mi's "The Dead Love Blog"."

He looked at Gu Mingjun in surprise, amazed by the brilliant sentences.

"I deeply love to give birth to me, raise me, educate me, teach my parents. When I am sick, they are like ants on a hot pan, and they are just keep cleaning up the mess for me when I rebelled;"

"For me, wrinkles have quietly climbed up their old faces; for me, the white hair has been mixed in their temples without realizing it; for me, their originally straight backs have gradually hunched down. I am sad that my parents have given birth to me. I have a heavy fetus for ten months, but I have a light reward for three lives..."

As he read, Zhao Dongping felt a choking feeling.

This is a true article!

Every word is full of tears!

Zhao Dongping thought of his white-haired parents and the bitterness they had when they were providing for their studies.

The tone of his reading became even more low and full of affection!

Gu Mingjun, who was sitting upright and listening to the lecture, suddenly heard a soft cry!

He looked at his deskmate on the side.
Chapter completed!