"Okay, okay." How could Teacher Cui feel bad when she was loved by the child so much? She was so flushed, and her eyes with high myopia behind the lenses became particularly bright.

She looked at the youthful smiling faces, stretched out her hand, calming their emotions, "I'll announce to you that from today on, I will be the Chinese teacher in Class 7. Meeting again, please give me some advice! Point out each other's shortcomings, make up for them together, and make progress together."

Teacher Cui bowed sincerely and was full of sincerity.

"Yeah—" The atmosphere that had just calmed down for a few seconds was mobilized again.

The Chinese paper was handed down, Sheng Yang smiled and his eyebrows were slightly locked, but his mood was not very good.

Fang Duo looked at her worriedly, did she not do well in the exam?

So she leaned over and took a look, "..."

145 points, the striking big words made her think she was magical or misread.

Yes, Yangyang deliberately took poor Chinese exams, and every time she was like obsessive-compulsive disorder, she strictly controlled her scores to 89 points. Now everyone knows that no one is perfect. Since her grades in other subjects are so good, her Chinese should be a little weaker.

But 145...What kind of immortal achievements are these!

This reminded Fang Duo of the internet celebrity who was a fan of Doule, who was a scholar, and his handwriting was really similar to Yangyang's.

But will sylvia really be Yangyang? sylvia is not only proficient in various examination subjects, but also has some knowledge of archaeology and astronomy.

Moreover, the most powerful thing about sylvia is geography. Logically speaking, sylvia should be a liberal arts student.

During the whole class, Sheng Yang was extremely low and Fang Duo couldn't speak during class.

When the get out of class was over, Fang Duo was about to ask Yangyang for some reason, but in a "swoosh", Sheng Yang actually put down the book that she said she couldn't put down, got up, and walked straight towards the podium.

Near the podium, many students pestered Teacher Cui and asked questions, and suddenly felt the powerful aura that was seen not far away. When they turned around, the group of people were almost stunned at the same time, and then they automatically dispersed and divided into an eight-character shape to give way.

All geniuses can't afford to offend them.

Sheng Yang was holding the paper in his hand, still frowning, with a perfect figure and delicate eyebrows. He stood in the middle of the crowd, as if he would shine.

When she walked up to Teacher Cui, she gently placed the test paper on the podium, "Teacher Cui, why did my composition deduct five points?"

As a perfectionist, it is really hard to bear the traces of deductions on the papers when they are serious about doing the papers, and it is not one point, two points, but five points.

"Uh...why?" Teacher Cui was a little nervous in the face of Sheng Yang's strength, but as a role model, she still explained to her carefully, "Your article is gorgeous and rigorous in logic, but it only has a big shortcoming."

"What?" Sheng Yang had the characteristics of digging to the bottom of his shortcomings.

"There is no sense of true feelings, which leads to no sense of substitution." In order to avoid the inconvincing words, Teacher Cui also specially took out a full-score essay, "Come on, look at this."

Sheng Yang finished reading it with a glance, and had to admit that he was really defeated.

The other party not only has the advantages of her composition, but also read them very fascinatingly, which is an indescribable advantage.
Chapter completed!