Lin Wei, who sat back on her position and picked up her pen to continue drawing the circuit diagram, heard Jiang Zhangyun's last words, and her hand suddenly shook and almost exposes the paper: "..."

The whole class lowered his head, tried hard to pursed his lips and smiled tensely: "..."

Jiang Zhangyun fell on Jiang Su's gaze, and stopped on Lin Wei, who was writing and painting on the table with his pen in his hand: "Lin Wei, come and read to everyone a essay about Jiang Su's classmate."

Lin Wei subconsciously wanted to get up.

"Don't get up, just sit and recite." Jiang Zhangyun said again.

Lin Wei put away her standing movements, pulled out the 0-minute scroll pressed under the draft paper, turned around and looked at the composition. It would be fine if she didn't read it, but she didn't laugh out loud on the spot.

More than 30 people in the class waited for a few seconds, but before they could hear the sound, they turned their heads at Lin Wei's eyes at the same time.

Under everyone's gaze, Lin Wei breathed a deep breath, laughed, and said in a stern voice like a primary school student: "Teacher, no, you can get closer and closer, don't confiscate my phone."

From the corner of Lin Wei's eyes, she saw Bai Jian burying her face on the table, and her ponytail was trembling with a smile.

Other students either pursed their lips, covered their mouths, or turned around... In short, due to the horrifying legends of Jiang Su, the class was so quiet.

Seeing that Jiang Zhangyun didn't stop, Lin Wei paused for two seconds and continued to read seriously: "Teacher, no, it's all my fault that I didn't think about you. I don't know how many questions I'm talking about. Are you really angry..."

"puff……"

After enduring for a long time, Lin Wei couldn't help it and laughed out loud.

Her laughter caused the whole class who was about to endure the illness to burst into laughter.

Lin Wei was embarrassed to look back, and the boy standing seemed to have not heard laughter, with no emotion on her face.

Jiang Zhangyun tried his best to hold a stern face, but she laughed without success. She smiled while holding the wiper and patted the table, "Okay, don't laugh anymore."

After the laughter in the class completely disappeared, Jiang Zhangyun swept over the dozens of heads sitting below with a serious look on his face: "The highest score in our class this time is Liang Sichen, with 144.5 points, which is also the first grade in the monthly Chinese test."

"Everyone knows that Liang Sichen is very strong in Chinese, especially in his composition, with outstanding literary talent and first-class lyricism. He has also won the National New Concept Composition Award. He likes to pass on a sentence in his second year of high school. Liang Sichen's Chinese test paper is a model test paper, but the best Chinese test paper I have ever seen is not Liang Sichen's, but a student I taught two years ago."

"He gave me a test paper, and I couldn't find any flaws, but in order to give him room for improvement, I deducted him 0.5 points in the composition. The theme of the test paper was related to the Internet. He wrote about public opinion. The ending sentence I remember so far. Public opinion is a double-edged sword that can save people or kill people."

Jiang Zhangyun said, his eyes falling on Jiang Su who was standing in the last row: "Jiang Su, do you feel very familiar?"

During Jiang Zhangyun's speech, Jiang Su, who was gradually forgotten by everyone, once again became the focus of the whole class.

Facing the head teacher's name, he lowered his head slightly and looked at the table, without any intention of speaking back.

The students in Class 1 were not stupid. Although Jiang Zhangyun didn't say it clearly, everyone knew that the test paper she just mentioned, which she forcibly deducted 0.5 points was made by Jiang Su.

The whole class knew that Jiang Su was once the top scorer in the middle school entrance examination, had been in the newspaper for the high school entrance examination composition, and had won many Olympic awards for the No. 4 Middle School, but everyone was in the same class. Although they were different, they were more or less conceited and arrogant in their bones. They all felt that the rumors about Jiang Su being awesome were a bit exaggerated.

As their class teacher, Jiang Zhangyun inevitably has some strict requirements on their Chinese scores, even though they are in a science class.

Many science classes actually have no way to compete with the liberal arts class, but their class is different. With Jiang Zhangyun's care, they are not much worse than the top students in the liberal arts class 1.

The reason why Jiang Zhangyun has reached this level is that he is really strict. No matter how good he does the exam, she will pick some problems for you and criticize him. This is the first time she has praised them for so long.

At first, it seemed like he was praising Liang Sichen, but in fact he was praising Jiang Su.

The former Jiang Su.

Everyone's eyes at Jiang Su changed a little.

Especially the sentence that the head teacher just read, it is indeed very well written.

Seeing that Jiang Su was silent, Jiang Zhangyun did not force him to respond to him, "Okay, I have said everything I should say in the summary of the moon and the laughter, and now I will start talking about the paper..."

"Oh, by the way, Jiang Su, you don't listen to the class anyway. Since you don't listen to the class, just copy the paper. Isn't Lin Wei's paper in your hands? I have corrected all the questions she wrong. Now you are standing with your pen and copy them for me. You will be able to copy them carefully. If you can't finish copying, don't go home tonight."

Jiang Zhangyun shouted out again in his mouth, causing everyone to sweep their eyes to the last row again.

"Don't look back, look forward to me. Look at me. I don't think I'm much ugly than Jiang Su." Jiang Zhangyun poked the blackboard with chalk.
Chapter completed!