C102 Half composition

It was already seven or eight in the evening, and the entire Linhai was about to enter a frenzy. To people of the Linhai, they had long been accustomed to living a life filled with luxury. Especially the white-collar workers, after work, they would have a meal together in twos and threes, karaoke and bars, which were very common and not surprising.

At this time, the only thing that could make the entire Linhai quiet was the school.

Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, the school was like an ivory tower isolated from the rest of the world. The day off of the Grade 1 and Grade 2 students had also gradually come to an end. Many students in the city started returning to school from their homes. After the fun of the holiday, they changed into their school uniforms and prepared to start the school life on the second day in an orderly manner.

However, at this moment, the teacher's office was still brightly lit.

In the senior year's Chinese Literature exam's office, over a dozen teachers were currently buried their heads in front of a desk. Before them were over a thousand papers from the Chinese Literature exam. These papers came from the senior year group's entrance exam.

Although today was the day of vacation for all the students in the second year of high school, it was a very busy day for the reading group. This was because changing the papers was also an important part of the entrance exam. Language and other subjects are different, other subjects can use the answer card directly to read the paper, but the language group is not. The Chinese Literature team could be said to be the most difficult group in high school, so they had to keep the original manual homework for their scripts. Because those big pieces of composition are not readable by the machine.

These ten or so teachers had worked diligently all day in order to quickly review the exam papers, so that the results of the second year's entrance exam would be released the next day.

Under the bright lights, everyone was very quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the pen scraping across the paper. Under the bright lights, everyone was very quiet, and only the sound of the pen scraping across the paper could be heard in the office.

The group leader of the reading team was also a senior old teacher. He wore reading glasses, but was still reviewing the papers. Occasionally, he would stand up to check on the progress of the other members, and then he would sit down and do what he needed to do.

After an unknown amount of time, a cold hiss and shock was suddenly heard from within the office. "Hiss, what the hell is this?"

The one who spoke was a young male teacher who looked to be about thirty years old. He scrolled through the exam papers in his hands with an expression of disbelief: "Ye Qian, second year Class 11's Ye Qian, Teacher Gao, this Ye Qian is your class, right?"

The young male teacher turned his head and said to Gao Cuilan, who was not far away.

Gao Cuilan was the second year's Class 11's form teacher and language teacher, so she was naturally one of the examinees for the examination.

Hearing the name Ye Qian, Gao Cuilan gnashed her teeth in anger for no reason. "Teacher Zhang, that fellow is indeed from our class, but he is just a typical mediocre student! It's not uncommon to come up with some senseless answer, so don't make such a fuss about it, Teacher Zhang. "

The young Zhang laoshi doubted him and said with a chuckle, "A poor student?" This Ye Qian's answer is really profound, I'm afraid that with my standards, I cannot read it! "

Gao Cuilan only thought that the young teacher surnamed Zhang was making fun of him, shshehated him so much that she gritted her teeth and thought to herself: This damned Ye Qian, he really didn't take it to heart, she really caused this old lady to lose face in the office.

When Ye Qian was mentioned, some of the teachers in the reading group also started to make fun of him: "Xiao Zhang, you are in the first year of high school, you don't know this, but this Ye Qian is famous in the second year of high school, he is at the bottom of every exam. He's just a fool, just take a look at his papers, and don't take it seriously."

"Yeah, I don't even know how many times I have passed Ye Qian's papers. If I were Teacher Gao, I would have kicked this kind of student out long ago. Keeping this kind of student around is also lowering our high school's promotion rate! Teacher Gao, you think I'm right! "

"But I heard that this fool has been doing a few sensational things in the past two days!"

"I heard about it too, I also heard about it. I think he cleaned up the over a hundred hoodlums that rushed into the school. I never thought that this fool could actually fight like this!"

"So what if he can fight? In this world, no matter how good or bad he is, he is the only one who can learn high and low. With his grade, he will be a useless scoundrel in the future!"

The teacher in the examination office teased Ye Qian with his words, as if he did not see him as a student at all.

Usually, Gao Cuilan would get ridiculed by the teachers in the office for being a fool. Thus, her hatred for Ye Qian was not for one or two days, but rather, was something that had existed for a long time.

Due to the mention of Ye Qian in the entire reading group, the silent atmosphere became lively all of a sudden. However, he was still talking bad about Ye Qian. Teacher was such a creature. When it came to ordinary students, it was natural to feel contempt for them.

But no matter how much these teachers slandered Ye Qian, the young teacher called Zhang Jue still took Ye Qian's exam papers and looked around.

"I say, Zhang Jue, what's so good about a fool's test, could it be that Ye Qian that idiot embroidered flowers on the test paper?!"

As he spoke, a similarly young female teacher left her seat and walked towards Zhang Jue, teasing him nonstop. However, when she arrived in front of Zhang Jue, she was completely stunned. Her small eyes were instantly attracted by the delicate yet powerful words written on the exam paper.

"Oh my god, what did I see?! Is this Ye Qian's test?! Am I seeing things?!" The female teacher cried out in alarm.

Zhang Jue turned around and revealed a strange smile towards the female classroom. "Xiao-juan, what you are seeing right now is only the tip of the iceberg. If you were to see what he wrote, you would definitely jump!"

As he spoke, Zhang Jue slowly flipped over the exam paper. The female teacher, Xiao Juan, opened her mouth wide, revealing a horrified expression as if she had seen a ghost. "This, this, this …"

After hesitating for three consecutive times, the female teacher was unable to utter a single word.

The office was so big that the astonished reactions of Zhang Jue and the female teacher attracted the attention of everyone. Those curious language teachers stood up one after another and walked towards Zhang Jue. They carried playful and mocking smiles on their faces as they wanted to see what kind of shocking results Stupid Ye, who was famous for his second year in high school, had managed to get.

Only Gao Cuilan did not budge an inch, his face was filled with hatred. Obviously, in Gao Cuilan's eyes, because of this fool Ye Qian, she would once again become the laughingstock of the grade group. Thinking about that, Gao Cuilan released all the grievances on Ye Qian, and when she thought about Ye Qian's face, she felt extremely displeased.

Not long after, the surrounding teachers exclaimed once again, "My darling, is this Stupid Ye's test? This is too amazing! "

"Let me see, let me see!"

Very quickly, Ye Qian's test paper was passed on to the entire reading team. All the teachers had the same reaction when they saw this test paper, which was to open their mouths wide with a face full of disbelief. Some of them even started rubbing their eyes, as if to say I didn't believe my eyes anymore.

As the instigator, Zhang Jue immediately turned around and stared at Gao Cuilan who had a disdainful look on his face: "Teacher Gao, you really picked up a treasure this time!"

"You picked up a treasure?" Gao Cuilan laughed disdainfully, "I won't be able to live with such good fortune. If Teacher Zhang is willing, how about I give him to you?"

Zhang Jue's face was filled with excitement, and immediately nodded: "Okay, okay, Teacher Gao, I think this Ye Qian is a talent, how can he be a poor student! If you are willing to give me your love, I would wish for it! "

"Sh * t, this is the first time I've seen someone writing with a sculptor's body, could this Ye Qian have lost his mind?"

"Heh heh, Wang Jun, you're so confused that you need to write an essay in the shape of a small piece for me to see. If it wasn't for the fact that I underestimated you, I am afraid that you wouldn't even be able to recognize the eight hundred word composition written by Ye Qian, let alone write one! "

"Liu Yong, don't talk about me. The two of us are only laughing at fifty steps and a hundred steps. Can you recognize all of the words on it?"

Immediately, the entire office began to seethe with excitement over this test paper.

Hearing the discussion of her colleagues, Gao Cuilan was completely confused as to what had happened. She stood up quickly and snatched Ye Qian's paper to look. However, when she saw Ye Qian's paper, she felt bad.

"This, this was written by Ye Qian?" Gao Cuilan trembled in fear.

Ye Qian's two Language and Language exam papers, one of them had neat and neat handwriting, the red pen of Zhang Jue had sketched out a few notes, and the questions above were basically correct. However, Ye Qian's second paper was an essay, and the handwriting was equally beautiful. However, it was not simple words, but rather a piece of paper written in black ink. It made Gao Cuilan feel like she was reading the Book of Heaven.

Gao Cuilan repeatedly flipped through the exam papers in her hands, retreated two steps with a thump, and muttered to herself: "How is this possible, how is this possible, this definitely isn't Ye Qian's test?"

Gao Cuilan couldn't believe that the test was written by Ye Qian, her first reaction being that there was someone taking the test on his behalf. But thinking back, Gao Cuilan realized to her horror that she was the one who was supervising the entire Chinese Literature exam, and that Ye Qian had been arranged to be on stage for the exam at that time, so under the gaze of the crowd, he couldn't play any tricks.

There was neither time nor conditions for the crime to be committed, could it be that this test was really written by Ye Qian himself? Gao Cuilan stared at the exam papers in her hands in a daze.

"Make way, make way. What kind of test can you guys do to surprise me like this? Can you open my eyes as well?!" An aged voice exploded within the crowd, and all the teachers took the initiative to open up a path.

The old man who spoke was none other than the leader of the High School's Chinese Literature Research Group, Old Man Yang Kaichang.

Elder Yang Kaichang was already over sixty years old and had been teaching Chinese for dozens of years. However, since he was old, his reaction was not as fast as that of a young man. That was why he only reacted after the commotion in the office for a long time.

Gao Cuilan did not dare to act presumptuously in front of the old man Yang Kaichang. Seeing the old man Yang Kaichang walking towards him, Gao Cuilan immediately handed over the exam papers in her hands.

Elder Yang Kaichang pushed his reading glasses and laughed: "Your writing is not bad, and you have done a good job on the questions too …"

As he said this, the old man turned over the paper, and very quickly, the same astonished expression appeared on the old man's face: "Composer, composer." Long river, only a small cloud, the sun went down in the mountains. It is as if the heavens and the earth will be left alone. "

"Good, good writing, this is really good writing, amazing writing, amazing writing!"

Just as Elder Yang Kaichang was getting exceptionally excited, he suddenly cried out in a cold voice, "Eh? Why is it cut off?