Chapter 51 Full Score Essay
Chen Jinzhi always seems to be able to see through what he is thinking at a glance.
When Chu Qingmian was playing tricks, he would occasionally show a cunning expression like a fox.
But at most it is just a young, unintelligent, stupid little fox, the kind that will dive into the snow to find food.
But Chen Jinzhi is definitely a vixen who has been practicing for thousands of years. He has at least eight hundred tricks.
After coughing dryly, Su Chengyi still asked:
"...You didn't eat anything, did you throw them all away?"
Chen Jinzhi nodded, shook his hand at him and drank until there was still some left. A third of a coffee cup.
“I don’t eat in the morning, so I drink a glass of iced Americano to reduce swelling.”
“Won’t it hurt my stomach?”
Su Chengyi asked knowingly.
Because in his previous life, he suffered from stomach problems like this every day, and even the coffee type was iced American.
"Of course it hurts, and it tastes terrible. Do you know what tastes worse than iced Americano?"
"Hot Americano."
Su Chengyilian The answer came out without even a second of hesitation.
Chen Jinzhi nodded approvingly.
Obviously everyone is a victim of hot American food. Not to mention the taste, it tastes more like Chinese medicine than Chinese medicine.
It’s just that the reason why I insist on drinking American style is because it tastes bad and refreshes my mind.
What did Chen Jinzhi just say about reducing swelling? Is he already so focused on image management before he became an artist?
Su Chengyi just frowned, and Chen Jinzhi seemed to know what he was thinking again, and smiled at him reassuringly.
"The camera will distort a person's face. It may look just right to the naked eye, but it will look swollen and ugly on camera.
Although I eat very little, I can still ensure basic nutrition."
It must have been too hard. Su Chengyi couldn't help but feel a little admired.
“After all, how can I have the strength to practice dancing if I don’t eat enough?”
Speaking of this, Chen Jinzhi seemed to be lost in memories, with a hint of nostalgia in his expression.
Su Chengyi looked at the shadow cast by her thick eyelashes on her face, and vaguely guessed that she should still be the same trainee in her previous life when she was in Korea.
It’s just that something happened midway, which prevented her from debuting in Korea, but returned to China to take the art exam.
It took a long time before Chen Jinzhi realized that he was distracted.
She tangled a few strands of hair behind her ears in a panic and cleared her throat, as if she wanted to find a new topic.
Su Chengyi saw all this and didn't ask any more questions, just nodded to her.
The other party was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, returning to his usual invulnerable look.
The two of them did seem to have some kind of silent understanding. Su Cheng thought that maybe they really met somewhere.
If you don’t know each other in the past life, then go to the past life.
On the other side, Zou Lian was surrounded by a group of people and was forced to act until he was very upset.
Just when the attack was about to happen, the little fat man in the front row suddenly came over with something as if he had made up his mind.
He took these few steps to show off the momentum of a superhero saving the world, and then showed everyone the treasure in his hand:
Half-eaten remaining steamed buns.
“This is what I’m going to save for you to eat between classes.”
Zou Lian looked at the white-flour steamed bun that had been chewed a few times, and there was even some residue on it. Teeth marks, this damn fat man is actually planning to feed himself such a thing?
It was so disgusting that he suddenly felt nauseous.
Seeing that he was so serious that he started retching, the girl next to her stamped her feet anxiously,
"Squad leader, what should we do? Shall we send him to the infirmary?"
Chu Qing Mian's expression also became serious, and she nodded.
"Wang Hu, please send classmate Zou Lian to the infirmary first. I'll go tell Teacher Li and ask her to contact her parents." Wang Hu is the name of the fat man who gave the steamed buns just now. He readily agreed and reached out to help Zou Lian, who was lying on the table.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched Zou Lian, he threw it away with disgust on his face. Wang Hu's hand suddenly froze in mid-air in embarrassment.
Su Chengyi looked at it now with his hands folded, and he had roughly guessed that Zou Lian was just acting.
Is this a drama queen?
It’s okay to pretend to have stomach problems, be careful if you really get sick.
Su Chengyi cherishes the healthy stomach and intestines in her body and will never joke about it.
Feeling the somewhat frozen atmosphere around him, Zou Lian realized that his subconscious actions had exposed his true inner thoughts.
He quickly put on a smile to smooth things over:
“I’m sorry, classmate Wang Hu, I just didn’t mean it.
It hurts for so long that my brain is a little confused. The pain seems to be over now, it’s okay, don’t worry, I’ll just drink some hot water and it’ll be fine.”
Wang Hu shook his head and said he didn’t mind.
Others saw that he was about to die just now, and for a short period of time he acted like a normal person. Although they felt a little strange in their hearts, no one thought much about it and dispersed.
Poor acting.
After Su Chengyi finished watching the scene, as soon as he took out a chemistry paper, Wang Tingting walked in with a stack of test papers in her arms.
She seems to be in a good mood. Different from her usual smiling tiger temperament, her smile today seems to be sincere.
“Students, stop whatever you are doing.”
She inserted the USB flash drive into the computer and called up the Chinese test paper from the last placement test on the big screen.
“The students sitting here now did very well in the Chinese language test last time.
The students who usually have good grades have maintained their previous level this time and even made some progress. ”
At this point, Wang Tingting’s encouraging eyes naturally went to Chu Qingmian.
Su Chengyi's eyes also followed Wang Tingting to the back of Chu Qingmian. Although she failed in science and comprehensive this time, she still ranked first in the grade in the strong subject Chinese, which was higher than her own extraordinary performance.
Wang Tingting Zhuangruo accidentally glanced at the cup of milk tea that Chu Qingmian was holding in her hand. She had been holding this cup of milk tea for a long time, and it was impossible for anyone to ignore it.
Hmm, it looks familiar.
She glanced at Su Chengyi in the back row again, who quickly looked away as soon as he looked at her.
Children today still say “I want to drink milk tea so much”, which is really good.
Su Chengyi complained secretly in his heart, now it’s better, there is one more person who knows the truth.
Fortunately, Wang Tingting did not use her usual insinuations to tease herself. She just pushed up her glasses and continued talking about the serious topic.
“.And there are some students who perform exceptionally well. This time our class has students with perfect scores in composition. Do you know who they are?”
“I don’t know—— "
The students replied in a long voice.
Is there anything you don’t know about this, Chu Qingmian.
Su Chengyi held her chin and thought, her score was so high, it would only make sense if she got a perfect score for her essay.
It is impossible to only deduct a few points by copying the reading comprehension questions according to the standard answers.
Obviously he was not the only one who had this idea. Wang Hu quickly raised his hands and asked loudly:
"Teacher, are you the monitor?"
Wang Tingting squinted. Smiling eyes,
"That's right, Chu Qingmian got perfect marks. Please give my class representative a round of applause to show your support."
Chu Qingmian lowered her head in embarrassment. This is strange. Before, When Wang Tingting praised her, she always held her head high and looked like she would give her the best.
“But, this time there are two people in our class who have perfect scores in their essays? There is another one, guess who it is?”
We are already halfway successful, come on, come on, I wish all the candidates good luck in the exam. !
(Cheer up from Mianmian (=ω)
(End of this chapter)