Come To the Question

The Chinese teacher asked the class representative to hand out the answer sheet and paced on the podium.

"This time, the average score of our class is not high, even a lot lower than the second class."

Everyone's heart sank after hearing this, and someone secretly put their eyes on Song Man.

"I'll project the results first."

There is no doubt that Song Man is the bottom of the first class in Chinese.

Song Man's exam was 79. In fact, it's not bad for the whole grade. If the Chinese teacher before Song Man saw it, he might be relieved, but the Chinese teacher in Class 1 obviously didn't understand the situation very well. It was full of shock, knowing that the worst Chinese in a class could pass the test with a score of 90.

"This time, the best composition in our class was Chu Fengqiu, and only 2 points were deducted for the composition."

When the teacher saw Chu Fengqiu, a smile appeared on his face again.

Everyone applauded.

"The worst composition... Song Man, tell me, why do you write essays?"

"Teacher, the title says that the genre is not limited except for poetry and prose."

Song Man spread his hands, looking completely unconcerned.

"But we ask to write argumentative essays, well, even if you write essays, you're off topic. What does our proposition have to do with your strawberry milk?"

The language teacher held back his anger and asked.

"Go back to the teacher, it's okay."

The language teacher wanted to criticize her, but she held back and began to ask everyone to answer the questions, and then talk about the topic.

Song Man looked at the papers on the table, and was not lying on her stomach. She felt that someone was looking at her, and turned her head to see Chu Fengqiu.

Fortunately, she didn't see any disgust on Chu Fengqiu's face, just pure concern.

Song Man grinned at her and blinked.

Anyway, this is not the first time she has encountered such a situation. Since she made this decision, she already knew what she would face.

At the beginning, it was really unbearable, and I wanted to show it several times, but I gradually got used to it, but I was a scumbag for several years, and was suddenly picked up and said, and the average grade of the class was lowered. Still quite embarrassed.

She felt that her father's move was really bad.

Her father wanted to use this kind of environment to motivate her and stimulate her to forge ahead, but did her father know that there might be one thing that could not be done well, and she was stimulated too much, maybe she would get tired of studying.

Her father must know, so he begged Chu Fengqiu to help her.

It's all about.

Song Man rubbed her neck. Sometimes she thinks that Song Qinglan is really not worth her efforts, but sometimes she thinks about how she would be now if she hadn't done that.

Maybe the second Chu Fengqiu, or the second Song Qinglan.

Good study, good grades, praised by elders, a role model in the mouths of others, bearing many expectations.

Ha, boring.

It's good now, because the expectations are low, so whatever you do, you won't be too disappointed.

You are happy, I am happy, everyone is happy, how wonderful.

Song Man thought so, but he was still annoyed.

Until Chu Fengqiu secretly held her hand.