MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 20

One day later, the monthly exam results were announced, and the exciting time came.

Wu Chenggang walked into the classroom of Class A with a serious expression, first looked around with eyes that could kill people, and then remained silent for a long time.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, quietly waiting for the next storm.

"Play, keep playing." Wu Chenggang threw the textbook on the table heavily, "I see what face you have to play! Don't you get points for such a bad test?!"

"The top ten in the grade, only two of us got in! We are Class A, is it ashamed to say it out? I am ashamed to stay in the office!" Wu Chenggang was furious, "I will talk to you one by one later, class first. "

Compared with the silent atmosphere here, the classes downstairs are much more lively, especially Class F.

Zhang Wei ran in from outside the classroom, holding a paper in his hand, and stood on the podium laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist: "Students, be quiet, the new 0-point composition is out, everyone, guess who it is!" ?”

Someone raised his hand and was about to guess, Zhang Wei interrupted him: "Yes, that's right, it's Yu Tingfeng!"

Yu Tingfeng, who was suddenly named, was taken aback: "What? Zero points?"

Zhang Wei couldn't stop laughing, and passed the paper directly: "Come on, it's better to be alone than to be happy together, anyway, I can't read aloud."

The students rushed over to read it one after another, and within a short while, there was laughter one after another in the classroom.

The title of the composition is a cartoon. The first half of the cartoon is a man cutting wood, and the second half is a man who was blown into a tree pit by wind and sand. The requirement is to speak according to comic materials, draw up a topic by yourself, and write a composition of no less than 800 words, with any subject matter.

Most of the students expounded around issues such as environmental protection, and there were a few exceptions that deviated from the topic, but it was rare for Yu Tingfeng to run so outrageously.

"Logging Tired"

Man: The weather is cloudy today, suitable for logging.

Tree: I am a century-old tree spirit, made by absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, no one can shake my fur, you little bastard, don't even think about hurting me!

Man: Eat my Dragon Saber move! No one can resist my dragon-breaking sword technique, you can catch it soon!

Tree: Oh (hematemesis)~ What a powerful sword technique, is this the Long-lost Dragon-Breaking Sword technique? I'm going to die, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go.

Fifty years later, the man could no longer wield a knife, and logging became more and more difficult. When he felled the last log, he fell into a big hole. He guessed that maybe the tree came to seek revenge.

At the last moment of his life, he looked at the dusk and touched his treasured sword for the last time. If possible, he wanted to say goodbye to his old friend: "My friend, you have worked hard for you these years. Logging is really tiring, so tired, so tired, so tired." So tired, so tired (543 words omitted below)...bye."

Neatly eight hundred characters.

Zhang Wei laughed so hard that tears were about to fall out: "Boss, I would like to call it a zero-distraction work. It should be posted on the bulletin board for everyone to admire. You are allowed to speak according to the comics, and you are not asked to write dialogues directly!"

"My family, I can't laugh anymore, Yu Tingfeng, you are a **** talent."

"Hahaha, I really want to know the mood of the marking teacher."

"Dragon Breaking Saber hahahaha, it makes me want to know what kind of sword technique is Breaking Dragon Saber."

The students laughed loudly, Yu Tingfeng took back his answer sheet, and said seriously: "Dragon-breaking knife skills should not be easily shown to others."

Sun Yicheng looked sincere: "Boss, your writing is really good. For the exam, you really worked hard, and you even leaked your housekeeping skills."

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, then laughed even louder.

"Class is over, class is over, everyone go back to their seats." The young female teacher walked in with the papers in hand, and after maintaining good discipline, she began to review the exam situation this time, and couldn't help but look at the seat next to her. "Puff, puff."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

After class, Zhang Wei took them to the bulletin board on the first floor to check their grades. The first place in class F finally broke into the top 300 in the grade, which is really gratifying!

"Let me see who is number one in the grade." Zhang Wei stood on tiptoe, squeezed behind the crowd and watched for a long time, finally saw the name, "Eh? It's not Song Zhaolan? Then how many exams did he get?"

Not only him, but students in other classes are also very concerned about the number one position. Although it is difficult for anyone to maintain the number one position all the time, Song Zhaolan's ranking is too outrageous!

"Ninety-nine?!" Zhang Wei read out in disbelief.

"What's going on with Song Zhaolan?" The others muttered.

Zhang Wei turned his head to look at Yu Tingfeng, and realized that he had found the culprit. It must be because the two fell in love, which dragged down Song Zhaolan's grades.

As expected of the boss, he really played tricks with handsome men.

The overall grades of Class A have declined this time, especially Song Zhaolan's small group, which caused headaches for the head teacher and the department teacher, and they were determined not to let it go on like this.

"Come on, tell me, why did you do so poorly in the exam this time?" The head teacher called them to the office to talk.

"I haven't fully mastered it yet." Song Zhaolan pointed to his head, "Some things don't completely belong to me, give me some more time, I need to slowly understand."

Xue Canming: "That's... no, I can't understand English at all, and I can't solve solid geometry at all. It's just a few lines. What's so good about it?"

Zhao Mingdeng touched his head: "I still want to go back to the temple in the future."

Yu Xiaohui: "I have more important things to do than study."

Wu Xiaoyu: "I...I shouldn't be taking the exam in class F."

One by one, Wu Chenggang was furious: "Don't make excuses for me. From today onwards, I will watch you and study. If you don't make progress next time, I can only call your parents. And Zhao Mingdeng, you Grow your hair for me! The school rules don’t allow you to grow long hair, but they didn’t let you shave it off, did you?”

Zhao Mingdeng guarded his one-acre three-point land: "The head can be cut off and the blood can bleed, but the bald head must be kept. This is the last trace of my dignity. Teacher, please help me."

Others said one after another: "Teacher, don't embarrass him. It's not easy for him. Do you know how hard he worked for this head?"

Wu Chenggang: "......"

On the way back to the classroom, several people were drooping, and Song Zhaolan suddenly said, "Let's have a meeting."

Gathered on the rooftop again, the content of this martial arts conference is mainly - how to learn.

Yu Xiaohui was the first to express objection: "Leader, my ambition is not here. I still want to expand my sect. Studying is a waste of my time."

Zhao Mingdeng was also slightly entangled: "The poor monk should continue to practice, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time..."

The owner of Wuji Sword Village: "Actually, I also want to revive the gang, and I also want to restore my martial arts."

The owner of the Banshan Pavilion: "I also want to..."

Song Zhaolan looked at the others: "What are your thoughts?"

Xue Canming scratched his head: "I was originally a young disciple of Qingtongmen, how can I start a sect by myself, I will follow you, leader, and I will do whatever you ask me to do."

Wu Xiaoyu sighed: "I really want to shoulder the important task of revitalizing the beggar gang, but there are too few beggars in this world, it seems that I don't need me. And my composition score this time is quite high, it seems that I have a lot of respect for Lianshan." I miss that I touched the marking teacher."

Xuan asked the building owner: "It doesn't matter, leader, you can figure it out."

Song Zhaolan said: "It is not known whether we can go back now, but I think the most important thing is to deal with the urgent task, which is to study. But now there is no martial arts alliance. Since you all have your own ideas, you don't have to ask me about everything. Ideas, each according to their own ideas to do."

A group of people left with their own concerns, Song Zhaolan waited for a while, saw that they had all left, then turned and walked to the other side.

Yu Tingfeng, who was sitting against the wall, was taken aback for a moment: "The skill is not bad, I even lowered my voice specially, did you still hear it?"

"I didn't hear it." Song Zhaolan took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and sat down beside him.

Yu Tingfeng: "...So you just want to find a place to eat melon seeds?"

Song Zhaolan didn't answer, but Yu Tingfeng had already guessed the general idea.

After a while, he asked again: "Are you going to disband?"

"I don't know." Song Zhaolan asked, "What about you? Why do you come here alone to harvest melon seeds?"

"...You figure it out, I'm just here to blow some air, I didn't eat melon seeds!" Yu Tingfeng was just fed up with the way his classmates laughed at him when they saw him, and wanted to find a clean and quiet place, but he didn't expect to just sit there. Not long after, I heard their conversation.

"Is learning really that important?"

"Oh." Song Zhaolan said, "It should be. Otherwise, why are there so many people staying in the school? There are so many people serving us, does it mean that being a student is actually a great profession?"

Yu Tingfeng couldn't find anything to refute, so he asked, "Then how did you get the 99th place in the exam? Why do you know how to do so many questions?"

Song Zhaolan replied: "Because some things are already deep in my mind, as if they have become a part of my body. It should be because the original owner loves learning very much. It's just that I haven't fully learned it, and some memories have disappeared. But read more books. , you should be able to figure it out after a while. Why, don't you have this kind of memory in your body?"

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

It's all about playing games.

No wonder he picked up the game so quickly after he touched the phone.

"What about the others? That bald donkey from Shaolin Temple did so well in the exam, doesn't he have relevant memories?" Yu Tingfeng asked again.

"Yes, it's just that his mind is full of Buddhist scriptures, so he wasted it. In the same way, other people are the same." Song Zhaolan said, "Do you feel that many body memories are clearer now, and many things about the world Things are starting to become self-taught.”

Yu Tingfeng nodded thoughtfully. When he was thinking, the side was creaking all the time. He asked curiously, "Where did you get the melon seeds?"

Song Zhaolan: "Creak creak."

Yu Tingfeng spread his hands: "...give me points."

Song Zhaolan reached over and suddenly mentioned: "I can give you all these, but can you promise me one thing?"

"What's up?"

"Dragon-breaking knife technique, can you demonstrate it again?"

"..." Yu Tingfeng got up and left.

Song Zhaolan chased after him: "Why have I never heard that you have the dragon-breaking sword technique? Are you hiding your strength? You only need to demonstrate it once, and these melon seeds are all yours."

The author has something to say:

Yu Tingfeng: Don't be greedy for my skills, if you are capable, you are greedy for my body!

Song Zhaolan: Creak creak.