What is the handwritten content of Chapter 296?
Mu Qingxin noticed the gaze of Professor Zi Jinfu, and her heart was pounding. She felt that she could not escape the fate of being questioned today.
"Students from last week, where are your handwritten contents?" Zi Jinfu looked at Mu Qingxin and asked with a smile.
“Hula…”
Several students immediately stood up and walked towards the podium with papers in their hands. Mu Qingxin took out a stack of papers from the space, stood up, walked to the podium and handed them in.
"If I remember correctly, there seem to be two students who haven't handed it in yet." The smile on Zi Jinfu's face remained unchanged as he glanced at the students below.
"What? Did I remember it wrong?" Zi Jinfu looked at the two silent students, a cold look in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Student two from the left in the eighth row, student five from the right in the sixth row, where are your handwritten alien plant information?"
The two students who were called out did not expect that Zi Jinfu actually remembered them. They looked embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
"Didn't you write it?" Zi Jinfu's voice had become slightly cold.
"No... no, instructor, I still have a small part that I haven't finished..." One of the students stood up and said in shock.
"What about you?" Zi Jinfu looked at another student.
"Teacher, you talked about so much when you were talking about alien plants above, but I couldn't remember it all, so I can't write it down." Another student said righteously.
"Hehe..." Zi Jinfu sneered twice when he heard what the student said. He lowered his head to look at the handwritten manuscripts handed in by several students just now, flipping through them one by one, and ignored the two students.
For a moment, the classroom was quiet, and the seniors looked at the two students with a mixture of schadenfreude and sympathy.
Mu Qingxin looked at Zi Jinfu on the stage. She saw him quickly flipping through the papers he had just handed in. Suddenly, he stopped, took a piece of paper and read it carefully. After finishing reading it, he quickly looked at the content below.
"Mu Qingxin"
Zi Jinfu's hand holding the paper trembled slightly. The students in the classroom looked at Mu Qingxin excitedly with surprise and admiration.
"Yes." Mu Qingxin stood up and looked at the instructor in confusion.
"Did you write this?" Zi Jinfu raised the paper in his hand.
"Yes, mentor." Mu Qingxin replied.
When Zi Jinfu heard this answer, an expression of disbelief flashed across his face. He looked at the words in his hand, then at Mu Qingxin, his face full of disbelief.
"Good! Good..., classmate Mu, your handwriting is great!" Zi Jinfu said in admiration as he looked at the words on his hand.
"I didn't expect that classmate Mu from our class has such great handwriting." Zi Jinfu looked at Mu Qingxin with shining eyes, then gently put away the stack of handwritten manuscripts handed in by Mu Qingxin, carefully flattened the paper, and put it in his own folder.
"Teacher, we also want to see how good Mu Qingxin's handwriting is!" The arrogant student just now shouted loudly.
This student was obviously a freshman in S1 class. He did not know Professor Zi Jinfu's personality and thought that Professor Zi Jinfu was easy to talk to because of the gentle smile on his face. In fact, it was not the case. He would be in trouble later.
Zi Jinfu paused as he packed his folders, looked at the students, and asked, "Do you want to see it?"
"I want to!" All the students shouted loudly. Looking at the instructor's expression just now, everyone's curiosity had been aroused.
"Okay, let you take a look." Zi Jinfu agreed, and carefully took out Mu Qingxin's handwritten manuscript from the folder. Then he took a picture of one of them with his light brain, and then radiated it so that everyone could see it.
"Wow!" Everyone was shocked when they saw the words on the projection.
"It's even better than the words on the optical computer!"
"This word looks quite pleasing to the eye..."
"How was this written? Could it be printed?"
"What are you using to print? The words on the optical computer are not as pretty as this!"
...Everyone was talking about the words on the projection. They suddenly remembered the words someone posted on the Star Network last night. They were Mu Qingxin's words. So the Xinxin was Mu Qingxin!
For a moment, everyone looked at Mu Qingxin with eyes filled with surprise, astonishment, admiration, and respect...
Zi Jinfu ignored the group of students and carefully put Mu Qingxin's handwritten manuscript into a folder and put it away. As for the handwritten manuscripts handed in by other students, he just folded them and put them aside.
The students who casually put the handwritten manuscript aside asked: "Teacher, does it look good with such a big difference?"
Zi Jinfu: "It's beautiful! Your handwriting hurts my eyes!"
Zi Jinfu put away the projector and looked at the students below, who gradually fell silent.
"In the last class, it seemed that Mu Qingxin had the most handwritten content, more than all of you combined. Then why was Mu Qingxin able to finish it but you two couldn't?" Zi Jinfu asked coldly.
"Could it be that your handwriting is better than Mu Qingxin's, so you can't finish writing in order to maintain your handwriting?!"
"Don't tell me you can't remember. As a student, you should remember everything the instructor teaches. What do you think alien plants are? Ordinary plants? Can they be crushed to death with one foot? I'm telling you, if you can't remember what I taught you, and you encounter the alien plants I talked about and die while you're out there training, I won't acknowledge you as my students!"
The smile on Zi Jinfu's face had completely disappeared. Looking at the two students who hadn't handed in their work, he said in a deep voice, "Today is the first time. Since you two are freshmen, I'll give you one chance. But remember, in my class, you only get one chance. I'll double the handwritten assignment I gave you last time, four times!
Also, everything I taught today about alien plants, twice! If you can't hand it in next class, your alien plant class credits will be zero, and you won't have to attend classes anymore!"
When the two students heard that the instructor was going to deduct credits, their faces changed immediately and they immediately promised the instructor that they would hand it in next time.
Credits are very important to students at Philibert College, because their future prospects depend on how many credits each person obtains at the college.
Seeing the two students immediately backing down, the seniors showed expressions as if they had guessed it long ago, and the freshmen looked at Professor Zi Jinfu fearfully, so that everyone's attention was very focused in the classes afterwards.
"Mr. Mu, please describe the appearance of the Star-Moon Grass!"
"Mr. Mu, please tell us about the living environment of this exotic plant!"
"Mr. Mu, tell me what this alien plant is afraid of?"
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She originally thought that since her handwriting had caught the instructor's eye, she wouldn't be asked any questions this class, or even if she did, the number would be fewer. But who could tell her when the "exclusive seat for instructor questions" had moved from the first row to the second?
(End of this chapter)
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