Besides, when you learn to be a good teacher, you must have a good teacher to learn for him.

But here, it seems a bit difficult.

Then she looked up and saw the Chinese teacher walking towards her while the class bell was stepping on the class bell.

Well

Why are you walking towards her?

As a poor student, she has never been close to teachers, let alone this newcomer, so she is even more unfamiliar with her.

And the key is, no matter how she looks at it, why does she feel that the Chinese teacher doesn’t seem to have anything good to find.

Sure enough, "Student, what about your punishment?"

"Seeing the punishment?" She had already thrown all of them behind her head!

She never remembers homework. The last time she handed in her homework was about nine years ago.

How could she remember any "punishment" after such a thing?

"Hehe, teacher, you have a really good memory."

"What? Have you forgotten?"

"This..." Can she say she just remembered it...

Besides, three thousand words! Are you kidding?!

She just felt that this Chinese teacher was deliberately making things difficult for her and was particularly annoying. She wanted to write!

But looking at the Chinese teacher's bad looks, he is obviously not a fool. He says that he depends on fate to hand in his homework... I guess it won't work...

So she thought about it and said, "I haven't forgotten! That's it..."

"What is it?"

"That's it...I think... since it's writing about feelings, it's definitely important to write about true feelings... As for the number of words, it's all over the cloud..." Ren Xing thought carefully, thought about it, and said, striving to fool it well.

“Yeah, yes.”

After hearing this, the Chinese teacher nodded in cooperation. After all, she said nothing wrong with what she said, but she understood very well that she had not written enough words, so she was looking for excuses here.

However, "If you write a true feeling, it would be okay if you don't have enough words." After all, his purpose was not to really ask her to write many words.

Ren Xing felt relieved when he heard this, and his big eyes stared at him, "Hey, this is what you said."

"Yeah, I said it."

Then, Ren Xing, who was guaranteed, gave his "punishment" with confidence and boldness.

However, the Chinese teacher took the single piece of paper that Ren Xing gave him, looked at the front, then looked at the back, and after a long time, he couldn't find a word from it. Finally, he frowned and asked her, "Why don't there be a word?"

"Yes, because I didn't feel it. This is my true feelings, really, really."

"……………Run! Lucky!" The Chinese teacher was so angry that he slapped the white paper on her desk!

hey-hey.

Ren Xing was very proud.

Especially when I saw the Chinese teacher being so angry that he was so angry that he was staring at him.

Suddenly, there was a sense of pleasure of avenging a small revenge, which made you difficult, and made you difficult, and made you difficult, and hum.

"Nah, but what you said is to write true feelings, and the number of words doesn't matter."

Ren Xing emphasized that don’t cheat and refuse to admit it.

The Chinese teacher glared at her, "Hmph, it was me. Even if you pass this time, I will write another essay today. The content is not limited, and it will be three thousand words. I will give it to me tomorrow!"

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to return to the podium, but when he thought of something, he turned around and emphasized, "The spaces do not count!"

Then he thought of something and turned around and emphasized, "Punctuation does not count!"

Finally, everyone returned to the podium and added another sentence, "The tone is not counted!"

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