Chapter 33: Becoming a Campus Celebrity Again
It is well known that the author is unable to extract his central idea.
Zhou Shuren certainly didn't think so much back then.
There is also a jujube tree next to the jujube tree. I wrote about the first one and forgot the second one. Is it strange that I added a sentence?
That’s why it’s best to use articles by deceased authors as textbooks.
Because there is no evidence after death.
So Zhai Da, who was unprepared, was forced to start an excessive interpretation without any preparation.
"This expresses the author's disdain for worldly standards and a warm and powerful core."
"This is a reference to the theme, showing that the author has a heart of a tiger, yet can still smell the roses."
"This is a combination of parallelism and double pressure. It's a show of skill. Don't try to learn it. You can't do it."
After about seven or eight minutes, Zhai Da finally completed the task assigned by Ding Rong.
He let out a long sigh and looked down, only to find complete silence...
I'm so embarrassed..
Immediately afterwards...thunderous applause broke out in the classroom.
Everyone was a little bit unbelievable...
They may have been genuinely surprised at the quality of the essay, but more so, they seemed surprised that their peers could express themselves so fluently and confidently at the podium.
It's like a speech...
Yes, that's the word.
There is a special "advantage dimension" among high school students. Since few of them can speak in public without being nervous, they think that "public speaking" is an extremely shining advantage.
Yang Fan clapped his hands, but his eyes were a little dull.
Chu Xiang pursed his lips and said nothing.
Fan Junwei clapped the loudest, even though he didn't understand a word.
Lin Shuyao's eyes moved with a complicated expression.
Even Wu Yue opened the door a little, stuck his head out and grinned foolishly, as if he was the one who was in the spotlight.
"Wu Yue! Are you born in the year of the hamster? Get out!"
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Zhai Da's Chinese test score was 130, which is actually nothing compared to the entire Woolen Textile Middle School. There are many students with the same level in the key classes.
But that essay that scored 68 points was really a bit explosive.
Furthermore, Ding Rong, unsure of the answer, sought critiques from other Chinese teachers in the teaching and research group. Following unanimous praise from her peers, the article began...
Circulated throughout the grade.
Not to mention learning and imitating, letting students experience the wonderful writing style may inspire some inspiration and let them know that high school students can also write well.
In Class 11, Lu Siwen sat upright with his eyes shining, like a Teletubbies who had received a signal.
"I hide the rose behind me. The wind blows and the flowers fall. From now on, I give the flowers to myself and ride towards freedom."
On the podium, the Chinese teacher of the key class praised this passage highly, saying that it had been a long time since such a pleasing text appeared in a cultural depression like Woolen Textile Middle School.
Of course, he wouldn't say the name, he just said it was written by students from other classes.
Lu Siwen immediately posed like Ultraman and raised his hands high.
"Lu Siwen, what's the problem?"
She is probably the teacher's favorite student. She has good grades, is cute and has a good personality.
My family is very well-off. Drivers will come to our house with gifts during the holidays.
Lu Siwen's eyes lit up: "Teacher, is this written by Zhai Da from Class 8?"
In the key class, many people were puzzled: Class 8? Ordinary class?
The middle-aged male teacher asked in surprise: "How did you know?"
I didn't say it on purpose, but there's no need to make up someone else.
Lu Siwen said proudly: "We are pen pals, he is teaching me how to write!"
The middle-aged male teacher had never met Zhai Da in person, so he just smiled and said, "That's good. Your composition still has room for improvement."
In just one day, Zhai Da became a little celebrity on campus.
Again.
Ever since the second model fainted, it seemed like he would be in the spotlight every few days. Before the "confession of love by Lin Shuyao" incident was determined, a new legend emerged.
Even those students who focused on their studies and never participated in gossip heard the name "Zhai Da" again and again.
He was very popular for a while.
Zhai Da ignored the noise and spent all his time concentrating on copying, except for the Chinese class where Ding Rong was flirting with him and he had to listen carefully.
More than 200 words, two compulsory modern Chinese texts and the corresponding test points are all memorized by heart.
One day....this efficiency is terrifying...
Moreover, he was keenly aware that if the [girl] and the [old man] joined forces and fought each other, the situation would probably be even more exaggerated.
I'm afraid that within a month, I will be able to take off from where I am...
Sure enough, no matter how much effort it takes, it is worth it to get Lu Siwen's pen.
Although it is only "temporarily owned"...
But I didn't say when.
On the way home from school, Zhai Da did not meet Lu Siwen again. He was a little afraid that the other party would block him on the overpass again.
This made Zhai Da breathe a sigh of relief. He started with the excuse that "writing a novella requires a pen to find inspiration".
He didn't have to explain much to his family. Lu Siwen agreed only because he wanted to read what he wrote.
I have to think of a way to write something for her to delay time. Now that my learning efficiency is so high, I can squeeze out some time.
Just consider it as paying your dues.
When he returned home, Zhai Da saw Ms. Yu busy in the kitchen.
Although I already knew through text messages that I would be going home for dinner today, I still asked curiously, "You're leaving get off work so early today?"
In the kitchen, Yu Xiaoli was chopping pork ribs. The chopping board seemed to jump up with every move of the knife.
"Don't mention it. The factory originally received a large foreign trade order from Japan and prepared for it for a long time. But for some reason, the order fell through a couple of days ago."
Zhai Da paused in taking off his shoes.
Yu Xiaoli complained to herself, "The factory has been preparing for this order for a long time, and now all the work is in vain. There won't be any orders for the next two weeks. I guess I can only come back to cook every day."
Although the salary is only a little, there is still performance money. The factory has many orders, so Ms. Yu gets more.
If there are no orders, the salary will be just over 1,000 yuan.
If there are no orders for a long time... the factory may go bankrupt. After all, the woolen mill has been struggling for several years and is at the level where it will go bankrupt as soon as the catheter is pulled out.
Japan's foreign trade orders...?
Although he couldn't be 100% sure, why did Zhai Da feel that they were the two Japanese who were sent to jail after he reported the gambling den?
"Uh... In this case, there should be a penalty, right?"
"This is something the factory leaders need to consider, but I guess it's not much. Salespeople now kneel down to talk business when they go out..."
Yu Xiuli began to comfort herself: "Forget it... People have their own fates, and the factory has its own fate. The woolen mill has been through so many years, and there have been so many bad things. It shouldn't be a big problem."
Zhai Da smiled stiffly.
I had been mocking the woolen mill, saying that it would eventually go bankrupt.
Is this guy asking me to fuck him?
However, no matter how difficult the situation was at the factory, Yu Xiaoli never saved money on food for her family. Although she called Zhai Da fat, she was never vague when cooking.
There were three dishes for two people: braised pork ribs, stir-fried spring vegetables with oil residue, and stir-fried bean residue, all of which were Zhai Da's favorites.
Especially the fried bean dregs, which are only available in bulk in northern China and northern Anhui Province. They are full of salty and fragrant flavor when you take a bite.
In terms of cooking skills, Ms. Yu is not as good as the chefs in the restaurant, and she is not necessarily one of the best among all mothers in horizontal comparison.
But the taste of home.
Not a spoonful of salt, a pinch of sugar, a few chopped green onions...
In fact, it is only at the mother's fingertips.
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