"That's good. It's really not easy for you." Feng Sisi sighed. She would not get married and would not go on blind dates in the future!
Tang Huan didn't know what Feng Sisi was thinking. Why didn't she realize that it was not easy for her?
Tang Huan didn’t go to the cafeteria because he had just eaten dumplings and Feng Sisi went there by herself.
She asked Teacher Feng Sisi about the content of the morning lecture and reviewed it during lunch break.
She knew most of the content and could finish it quickly. What she was worried about now was the 2,000-word review that Teacher Zhang asked her to write.
In his two lifetimes, Tang Huan had never written a self-criticism, had never eaten pork, and had never seen a pig run.
I wonder if Feng Sisi can do it?
She usually looks quite rebellious, so it's very likely.
When Feng Sisi came back from dinner, Tang Huan asked her if she had any experience in this area.
What she never expected was that Feng Sisi didn't...
Perhaps it was because Tang Huan's look of disbelief was too strong that Feng Sisi's face flushed. "I usually don't skip classes or make mistakes, so I don't have the chance to write."
Teacher Zhang had talked about her many times but never asked her to write a self-criticism.
"Then can you do it?" Tang Huan asked. Not having written it doesn't mean he can't. What if?
Feng Sisi shook her head. "Ask the students who are usually the most likely to cause trouble. They must have written about it."
There are always one or two naughty students in every class, and self-criticism is a daily routine for them.
Feng Sisi also enthusiastically pointed to the students who were better at writing.
Tang Huan didn't know those students well, and they'd never spoken to each other. Besides, if she asked them how to write a self-criticism, the whole class would soon know she was writing one.
There were already rumors that she was a poor student, and with the addition of the requirement to write a self-criticism, she really became a reviewer who got in through the backdoor.
Feng Sisi wanted to go and ask for help, but was stopped by Tang Huan. She was a poor student, while Feng Sisi was an old repeater who wanted to curry favor with Tang Huan. Both of them had a bad reputation.
Anyone who asks how to write a self-criticism will become the subject of gossip in the class for the next few days.
Tang Huan thought she should go home and study it herself at night. If she couldn't write a standard one, then she could just write something non-standard.
Tang Huan didn't attend the last class in the afternoon. He asked for leave from Teacher Zhang and left school early.
I don’t know if Meng Zeyan’s meal is ready. I have to go and deliver it to my mother-in-law. It’s not a good idea to always eat in restaurants.
I ran out of the school with my schoolbag on my back and ran towards the bus stop. Halfway, I found a jeep parked in front of the bus stop.
The license plate number looked familiar to her; it was the one Xu Qian was driving.
Did he drive here to pick her up early?
Tang Huan ran to the front seat of the car, opened the door, and asked Xu Qian with a smile: "Did you not go back, or did you go back and come back?"
Xu Qian didn't say anything. Someone in the back seat answered for him, "I came back again."
Meng Zeyan sat in the back seat, with two thermoses on the seat next to him.
Tang Huan glanced at the two thermoses. One was placed in the middle and the other on the side, just taking up the remaining space in the back seat. Was he afraid that she would sit in the back?
No matter what time it is, it is always right to be sweet-mouthed. "Brother, have you prepared the meal? I said I would go back and help cook it."
Meng Zeyan smiled as he watched her sit down, "Are you hungry?"
Tang Huan shook his head, "Send it to my parents first, I'll go back and eat it later."
Actually, she was hungry. The soup dumplings she had eaten in the morning were still filling her stomach until now. She was so hungry that she was almost hallucinating. She seemed to smell the scent of pumpkin porridge.
Meng Zeyan handed the thermos in his hand to the front seat, "Mom and Dad's are in a thermos, this one is for you."
The lid of the thermos had been unscrewed, and inside was half a bucket of pumpkin porridge and a spoon.
Tang Huan took it with both hands. What kind of man is Meng Zeyan? It is really unfair that such a good man is still single.
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