"The last one."

Carambola announced, "Zhang Wanlin! 150 points!"

There was a bit noisy in the class, and it quieted down instantly, and the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

What is the concept of 150?

All the questions are correct, and the composition has to get a perfect score! As we all know, composition is good for getting points, but how easy is it to get full marks?

But Zhang Wanlin, an A Dou who can't afford to support, actually got full marks! Zhu Ziwen's 140-point paper is not fragrant at once.

Both Lu Shuai and Zhao Hai can stuff a duck egg in their mouths.

As for Ye Xiaoxue, she turned her head stiffly and couldn't believe it.

Only Ning Mengjie thought in her heart, it turned out that his grades were so good.

"It's fake, am I dreaming."

"Teacher, see if someone has written the wrong name?"

"How could Zhang Wanlin's grades be so high."

In fact, Carambola didn't believe it 10,000, but it was all her invigilator. If someone cheated, she might not know it, but Zhang Wanlin was low on her eyelids. How could this be cheating?

She has read almost every question.

Absolutely genuine goods at a fair price.

"Students, we shouldn't look at others in a pre-determined way, thinking that others will have poor grades in the ordinary course of time.

This is a wrong idea. "

"Student Zhang Wanlin probably just didn't take exams seriously before, which led to low scores.

Now that he is serious, it is naturally different. "

"Therefore, I also remind everyone here to take every exam and every study seriously."

"There is one more thing I want to announce. Zhang Wanlin's composition has now been registered for the municipal composition competition, and there will be results in about one month."

....... After class, Ye Xiaoxue snatched Zhang Wanlin's papers. She didn't believe that he could get full marks, and other students gathered.

At first glance, I thought it was a seminar.

Everyone believed that something must be wrong. Zhang Wanlin got a perfect score. How could it be possible?

"Well, the writing of this character is too neat, right? The strokes and strokes have the flavor of ancient rhyme."

"It's mainly the answer above. I went, and there was nothing wrong.

Reading comprehension is simply a template for answering questions. "

"This composition..." Soon they were attracted by the composition.

The title is "How to Paint Like Oneself" Zhang Wanlin's essay is "How to Paint a Better Oneself". It is a prose subject, but the loose structure is kneaded, and the rhythm of reading is as bleak as autumn leaves, and it is like an ancient poetry. The same is tactful, rippling with a kind of sorrow and a positive force.

Emotional expression is natural.

For a while, everyone calmed down, slowly savoring each of the words with their hearts.

Every word seems to have weight, like a drop of water falling into the deep sea of ​​their souls, undulating waves of ripples.

Unconsciously, some people have red eyes and some have sore noses.

There is no emotional catharsis, but it just makes people want to shed tears inexplicably.

The power of words is really fascinating.

Zhang Wanlin was pushed aside by the crowd.

He walked to Ning Mengjie's table, and she was the only one who was still sitting calmly and reading, as if nothing had happened.

"Do you believe that I wrote it?"

Zhang Wanlin asked.

Ning Mengjie raised her eyes and asked, "Why don't I believe it?"

That kind of unfounded sense of trust moved Zhang Wanlin for a while, and he was a little speechless.

This gave him the feeling that if the whole world would betray him, only the girl in front of him would never.

There is a big one, "If the whole world betrays you, then I am willing to betray the whole world for you."

After a little quiet, everyone looked at Zhang Wanlin, with splashes still flashing in their eyes.

This... Zhang Wanlin has no idea why.

What is going on with these people?

They surrounded him excitedly.

"Zhang Wanlin! How do you write your essay so well, or you can teach me how to write an essay."

"And I.

Your composition is really touching. "

"Look at my tears."

Zhao Hai jumped over and exclaimed: "Damn! It's all right, it's not necessary to write the composition so well! As your best friend, I don't know anything!"

"You shit!"

Suddenly Zhang Wanlin became a star in the class.

It can be said that the stars hold the moon.

Zhang Wanlin's composition has been copied countless times, and almost everyone in the class has a copy.

The classmate next to Ning Mengjie said, "Ning Mengjie, you should also read his composition.

It is very beautiful. "

She handed over the transcript of the composition.

Ning Mengxue held it in her hand and looked like she had used it longer than anyone else, so that others thought she had read it twice or even three times.

Her expression was faint and quiet from beginning to end, without any waves.

"It's really well written."

Ning Mengjie said, "If you can compete in the market, it will definitely be possible."

"Wow, even you said that, it must be."

The student looked very excited.

The transcribed composition was also handed to Zhu Ziwen.

As a representative of the language class, he had been the champion of liberal arts for several months before, and there is no reason why he didn't want to know about it.

But arrogantly he said: "Take it away, there must be a problem in it!"

He even suspected that the head teacher was bought by him. Otherwise, how could this scumbag get full marks?

The classmate sighed, "Just don't watch it.

But that would be a pity. "

The book is on the table.

Zhu Ziwen sat on the side with his arms folded. Although he tried not to pay attention to the book, his light was always on it.

My heart tickled: What was written in it, even the teacher took it to the competition, and many students strongly recommended it.

If one person is wrong, it is impossible for so many people to be wrong.

If you have to insist on thinking, it's probably my fault.

Finally, unable to resist the temptation, Zhu Ziwen immediately took the book and vowed to read it hastily.

But when he came into contact with the first sentence, he wanted to read the second sentence, the third sentence, or even one paragraph, two paragraphs... Those words became like warm and comfortable water flowing deep in his thoughts. Let him indulge for a long time, but can not forget.

The rhetoric here is really great.

There are also words, like poems, no, like songs...The classmate snatched his book, "Aren't you not reading, why are you?"

Zhu Ziwen quickly took out his pen, "Please, let me copy it again, I want to memorize him."

Today it was Zhang Wanlin and Ye Xiaoxue's turn to clean up.

Both of them stayed.

Ye Xiaoxue said: "Zhang Wanlin, you said, why on earth can you take the exam so high?"

This is no longer a question of height.

Set out the rhythm of sitting on the rocket.

Of course Zhang Wanlin couldn't say anything. He approached Ye Xiaoxue and said, "Should our gambling agreement come true?"