Qiao Nan took a deep breath and raised his hand.
"What's the matter?" The invigilator walked to Qiao Nan's side.
"Teacher, the three pens I prepared are all broken. I can't write. Can you lend me a pen?"
"This..." The teacher was embarrassed: "I only have a red pen. Who of you has an extra pen that I can lend to others?"
Facing the question of the invigilator, the examination room was silent, everyone just wrote their own essays silently, no one answered the teacher, and some people secretly put away their extra pens to avoid being asked by the teacher.
Sitting in the same examination room, but there are only a few places to win the prize, everyone is competing for opponents, who is willing to lend out pens.
At least the students in this examination room, they are not willing.
"This..." The teacher was in a dilemma in this situation. He had to supervise the exam and couldn't leave. Other students were unwilling to borrow it, and he couldn't force it for a stranger.
Qiao Nan took a deep breath and pursed her lips: "Teacher, if it really doesn't work, can you lend me your red pen?"
"No, the rules of this composition competition stipulate that you can only use blue and black pens, not red pens." The teacher said regretfully. Because of the lack of a pen, the student couldn't even participate in the competition. This student was too unlucky.
Qiao Nan's eyes were red. Even though she didn't want to participate in this competition at first, she came here, but gave up because of the lack of a pen. Qiao Nan was very unhappy and unwilling.
The most important point is that she prepared three pens, a new one and one for daily use.
They were fine last night, but they can't be used today. She would never believe that there is no problem. Someone must have touched her things!
"Teacher Zhou, what's going on?" At this time, several people were standing outside the classroom.
"Principal." Seeing one of the old men, Teacher Zhou hurried out and said, "The student's pen is broken, and other students don't have extra pens to borrow. This means he can't take the exam."
"..." The old principal's lips were pressed into a straight line: "Children nowadays are really like this. Grades are important, but moral character must also be studied well."
"Use mine." Zhai Sheng said calmly, looking at Qiao Nan, who was so anxious that sweat broke out on his face, and then took out a pen he carried with him.
He came to the school today for his father, but he didn't expect to meet Qiao Nan.
What Zhai Sheng didn't expect was that Qiao Nan was possessed by bad luck. He met Qiao Nan a few times, and Qiao Nan was unlucky almost every time.
However, Zhai Sheng looked at the eyes of those students in the examination room and was also full of disapproval.
"I thank you on behalf of that student." The invigilator breathed a sigh of relief. He really felt sorry for the little girl.
Seeing that those teachers just took good care of this student, he must be a good student and his composition writing would not be bad.
"No need."
"This is the pen you wanted. Use it quickly and don't waste time." The proctor handed Zhai Sheng's pen to Qiao Nan: "But this is a fountain pen, and it uses ink. Be careful when you write, and don't rub the words before the ink dries."
"Thank you, teacher!" Qiao Nan's eyes lit up.
"Don't thank me, he lent you the pen, remember to return it to him after you use it." The proctor pointed to Zhai Sheng at the door and said, this fountain pen is quite heavy and has a texture, it is estimated that it is not a cheap product.
"Brother Zhai?" Seeing Zhai Sheng, Qiao Nan blinked: "Teacher, I know."
"Okay, then you hurry up, others have written a lot."
"Yeah." After Qiao Nan responded, she was already more than ten minutes late.
Fortunately, she had already prepared a draft for this composition, otherwise she would definitely not be able to continue writing this composition.
Qiao Nan actually likes to write with a fountain pen, and this fountain pen is particularly good. The ink at the tip of the pen writes very smoothly, and the slightly heavy feel allows Qiao Nan to write "swish", and her hand speed is even much faster than using a ballpoint pen.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Qiao Nan has almost caught up with the progress of other students.
Because of the borrowing of the pen, the invigilator was particularly concerned about Qiao Nan, so he stood by Qiao Nan and watched for a while.
Seeing that Qiao Nan had written so much in such a short time, and the invigilator's eyes lit up when he saw what Qiao Nan had written, coupled with the unique pen stroke, the beautiful writing really made people's eyes light up.
Qiao Nan had finished writing the composition before the bell rang.
When leaving the examination room, some students who had not finished writing were crying and making a lot of noise.
Qiao Nan left the examination room with a relaxed look on his face, wanting to find Zhai Sheng and return the pen to him.
Before Qiao Nan took a few steps, Teacher Li came up to her: "Qiao Nan, how do you think your composition went this time?"
"It's about the same as usual."
"That's good." Teacher Li breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Qiao Nan performed normally, she should be able to get third place, if not first place.
"Qiao Nan, why are you here?" A voice sounded from behind Qiao Nan.
"I'm here to participate in the provincial capital composition competition." Qiao Nan turned around to look at Qiao Zijin.
"You, you are also participating in the provincial capital composition competition?" Qiao Zijin stuttered, a little scared. How come she didn't hear anything at all?
"It's Qiao Zijin, you're here to participate in the competition?" Teacher Li looked at Qiao Zijin in surprise. Teacher Li knew how good Qiao Zijin was. When Qiao Zijin could also participate in the competition, wouldn't the affiliated high school be afraid of wasting the quota?
Junior high school essay winners get extra points, and of course senior high school winners get extra points too.
That's why the high school quota is more popular than the junior high school quota.
Qiao Zijin and Teacher Li's words collided with each other. Qiao Nan smiled and said, "I heard from my parents that you were going to participate in the competition, but I didn't expect that we would take the exam in the same school."
"Hehe, hehe." Qiao Zijin smiled very reluctantly, "It's really fate, Nan Nan, how did you write?"
"It's okay." Seeing Qiao Zijin's increasingly unhappy face, Qiao Nan raised her eyebrows. Qiao Zijin didn't write well in this composition competition, otherwise why would his face be so green?
"Okay, it's getting late, we should go back." Patting Qiao Nan's shoulder, Teacher Li didn't say much to Qiao Zijin.
Qiao Nan followed Teacher Li, nodded to Qiao Zijin, and left directly.
As soon as Qiao Nan left, Qiao Zijin's face immediately fell, gloomy, and then hurried to find her classmates: "I heard that the junior high school students are also coming to the provincial capital essay competition. Do you know what the essay topic is for the junior high school essay competition?"
"It seems to be the same as ours." The classmate answered as a matter of course: "The teacher who told me the exam topic is lazy enough. The junior high school and high school departments have the same exam topic, and I don't want to think about it any more."
"Qiao Zijin, have you finished writing your essay? You are really lucky this time." Qiao Zijin's Chinese teacher came over with a happy face: "The essay you showed me last time can be used, you don't have to think about it. Have you written that essay?"
Speaking of Qiao Zijin, the Chinese teacher was also surprised.
Usually, he performed mediocrely, but he didn't expect that he would have a little talent in writing essays.
Otherwise, with Qiao Zijin's grades, she should not be allowed to participate in the essay competition.
"I've written it." Qiao Zijin said dryly, not happy at all.
God knows when Qiao Zijin saw the essay topic, she was so happy that she almost wanted to scream. God really helped me!
She didn't expect that her luck would be so good this time. Not only did she get the Chinese teacher's attention because of Qiao Nan's essay, but she also got a chance to participate in the essay competition. What she didn't expect was that the essay she got from Qiao Nan just met the test questions.
She can use this essay from beginning to end!
But after seeing Qiao Nan's appearance, Qiao Zijin's good mood was gone.
Qiao Nan is here, she must be here to participate in the essay competition. The essay topics for the junior high school and high school competitions are exactly the same. Qiao Nan wouldn't have written that essay too, right?
Impossible, she shouldn't have.
This essay is what Qiao Nan usually writes, Qiao Nan probably can't recite it, so she will write another one, right? The more
Qiao Zijin thought about it, the more guilty she felt, her head ached from thinking about it. She prayed silently in her heart that her essay and Qiao Nan's essay would not be the same.
Qiao Nan can write an essay, right? She can just write a new one, there's no need to copy an old one, right? Qiao Nan wouldn't be that lazy, right?
After participating in the essay competition, Qiao Zijin could finally go home, but along the way, Qiao Zijin's heart was never at peace, it was very noisy.
"Zijin, you're back. How did you do in the competition? Are you confident?" Qiao Zijin returned home and was warmly welcomed by Ding Jiayi.
"Mom, where's Nannan?"
"She's reading in her room."
"Mom, I have something to look for Nannan. I'll tell you later." After hearing that Qiao Nan was back, Qiao Zijin threw her schoolbag to Ding Jiayi and went to Qiao Nan's room: "Nannan, I have something to tell you."
"Go ahead." Qiao Nan threw all three pens that she couldn't use in the exam today into the trash can.
After returning, Qiao Nan carefully checked them and found that her pens were broken.
Anyone who has used a round pen knows that if a round pen falls hard on the ground, it is easy to run out of ink and can't write. Her three pens were broken by someone.
Her schoolbag had been left in the car. The person who did this was definitely not from another school. The teacher would not do such a thing. Could it be one of the other four people who participated in the competition with her today? At such
a young age, she was too mean.
"Nannan, what is the topic of your composition today?" If the information her classmates had was wrong, she would not have to worry about anything.
"Teacher Li told me that the composition topics of our junior high school and your high school are the same." Qiao Nan answered truthfully.
It really is the same...
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