"Is that right? OK, now I'll give you another topic. In fifteen minutes, you can write another essay."

"Teacher, I still have to take math class."

"I'll ask for leave from the math teacher for you!" Qian Juan glared, "It won't take much time if you take the math test for about ten minutes. If you take the math test monthly, do you still expect to get to 80 in these 20 days?"

"Teacher Qian, then I can't give up. As long as I work hard, I can always improve."

A junior high school student who had finished reading advanced mathematics said sincerely.

Qian Juan said: "I tell you, Zhao Xiaojing, now you should study Chinese and write essays well. If you have done this, you can also be a special enrollment. If you catch it, you may not be left at that time. Remember, essence is more important than quantity."

Zhao Yuanjing shook his head: "Teacher Qian, I can't agree with your point of view."

"how?"

"There are more than twenty days left. Even if I learn Chinese every day, I will get full marks in composition, and I will only score 120 points in total. This won't work."

Qian Juan said: "I can tell this child that you are good at subject matter. You have a strong memory and can make up for the liberal arts. But I advise you to give up on science for the time being."

Zhao Yuanjing didn't want to argue with her, "Teacher Qian, I will write the composition first, and after I finish writing, I will go back to take math class."

Qian Juan was happy and immediately prepared the paper and pen and asked him to write on the table next to him.

She was staring at me.

When ordinary students are learning homework and exam papers, they are unwilling to let the teacher keep an eye on them, which makes them feel uncomfortable and affect their thinking.

This is even more true for composition.

However, Zhao Yuanjing didn't care at all.

When he was enlightened to write articles, the four Hanlins in the palace were staring at him at the same time. Didn’t he come here too?

He has already practiced a state of selflessness when it comes to doing things.

Not to mention that there is just a teacher next to you, it is just a collapse of heaven and earth. As long as he doesn't want to, he can think that nothing happened.

He picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and then started writing directly.

In one breath, no pause.

Qian Juan stood beside her and looked motionless.

She frowned: "Zhao Xiaojing, you can't use punctuation marks very well."

"Does it have any impact on performance?" Zhao Yuanjing asked casually.

"Of course there is. Using punctuation marks incorrectly will affect your impression. This is the most basic thing." Qian Juan said, "If you meet a serious marking teacher, no matter how good your composition is, you will be given a low score."

At that time, Zhao Yuanjing did not have such strict and complex punctuation marks.

While writing, he said, "I will check it carefully after I go back and I won't make any more mistakes next time."

Qian Juan was still very satisfied with his attitude.

However, what she was more satisfied with was the child's word.

It's really...art.

Yes, this is a thought that emerged from Qian Juan's mind.

She even felt that if this child used a brush to write on good rice paper, the effect would not be much worse than that of those calligraphy masters.

This idea made Qian Juan feel a little scary.

How old is Zhao Xiaojing? How could he be compared to the hard practices of those calligraphy masters for decades?

Have you been too tired and exhausted to get your grades recently?

Or I just look at the students' ugly words, and suddenly I have a beautiful face and amazed.

This is not good.

It's really not good.

Qian Juan picked up the teacup, sipped a few times before looking at what Zhao Yuanjing wrote.
Chapter completed!