Xu Sheng pursued the victory: "Gao Zhibo told me before that he had always wanted to show his homework, but he had no chance."

Meng Guowei pondered for a while and turned around: "Gao Zhibo, the teacher didn't expect you to have this kind of heart."

Meng Guowei stretched out his hand: "Come on, give me your paper."

Gao Zhibo, who had never said this before, "…?"

Shao Zhan's mood was hanged up every day, and then fell back under Xu Sheng's unexpected extreme operation.

In addition to Chinese class, there were some minor accidents, Xu Sheng and Shao Zhan had both experience in the subsequent classes. Whether the homework was collected or not, Shao Zhan wrote the inscriptions for him in advance.

In addition, the school has just started, and several cultural courses are basically teaching the basic content of the textbook. They have not yet reached the level of developing and expanding the questions, so there are not many opportunities to do the questions. Shao Zhan knows everything, but these newly learned knowledge points are too basic, so the teacher instead

He would hardly be asked specifically to answer questions.

After finally getting over school - Xu Sheng never felt so tired at school, so there was no need for Shao Zhan to remind him, and he no longer had the intention to run outside the school. After dinner in the cafeteria, he went back to the dormitory to sleep.

There are several unread messages sent by Zhang Feng on the phone.

The time for sending messages is still during the day.

Zhang Feng: Why don’t you take me with you when you play games?

Zhang Feng: I invite you and you still reject me??

Xu Sheng was lying on the bed, not knowing how to explain it, and was about to reply a few words and perfunctorily, but someone knocked on the dormitory door twice. It was probably Shao Zhan who came to get his homework.

Shao Zhan was indeed here to get homework. He didn't enter the door and stood at the door and said, "Give me homework."

“Everything is here,”

Xu Sheng opened the door, carried the schoolbag on the desk, leaned against the door frame and said, "I don't know which door is which one, anyway, all the ones sent are stuffed in."

Xu Sheng said, noticing that Shao Zhan also held a bag of things in his hand.

Before he could ask what he was taking, the next second, Shao Zhan threw the bag directly at him.

“Start practice tonight,”

Shao Zhan used a kind of "no negotiation"

He said in his tone, "Practice twenty pages every day, and I will check it tomorrow morning.? Fantasy literature?"

Xu Sheng was stunned by him: "Fuck, what's this thing?"

After cursing, he lowered his head and touched his eyes through the plastic bag: Do you want to practice good handwriting in 30 days? Are you still troubled by not getting the cut?

This copybook has vigorous and powerful strokes, reasonable teaching design, and professional connotation explains the stroke steps in detail for students to gradually and in-depth practice.

Xu Sheng's eyes looked up two inches.

The title is: "30 Days Quick Production - Running Scroll Copybook".

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Sorry to be late!!!
Chapter completed!