But Meng Qi didn't know that when she breathed a sigh of relief, their head teacher over there was chatting with the Chinese teacher who had just finished marking the papers, something that would make her feel guilty: "Hey, Teacher Wen, I have something to ask you."
"You still want to ask for advice?
Tell me what's going on."
Teacher Wen is an old teacher.
Looking at An Qing and his old class, he pushed the paper aside and said.
"That's the thing.
Do you think that what a person writes has some of his own characteristics, which is difficult to change?"
Lao Ban asked Teacher Wen seriously.
"That's for sure.
From childhood to adulthood, people will learn to write some things through study.
Those things are either needed or want to express, but they are all created by people, one person.
There are always some little features that you are not even aware of.
For example, when it comes to composition, look at Wen Anqing in your class.
Her writing style before was relatively soft, giving people a feeling like a weak willow brushing against her face.
But now, her writing style has a hint of sharpness. , which makes people feel difficult to deal with.
This is her progress, because her writing style is more mature."
Teacher Wen mentioned this and pointed to An Qing's paper for the midterm exam.
"This means that the characteristics of this writing style are not certain."
Lao Ban took a deep breath, looked at the composition pointed by Teacher Wen, and said.
"That's not true.
I have always been reviewing your class's compositions, as well as the compositions of several other classes.
It can be said that with so many years of experience, there is no other person besides Wen Anqing who can make such a change.
So, can you tell the truth now?
Is it someone in your class who fell in love early and wrote a love letter?
You came to me to get some advice and investigate."
After Teacher Wen said this, he changed the subject and looked at the old classmate and asked with a smile.
"Teacher Wen, you are almost a sperm."
Old Ban looked at Teacher Wen with a little embarrassment and smiled.
"It's not that I'm a genius, it's that teachers come to me and ask me these questions every year.
My advice is not to be too rude and let them understand the importance of academics," Teacher Wen persuaded Lao Ban.
"It's not what you thought of, Teacher Wen.
If you look at this, you will understand."
Lao Ban said, and sent the report email obtained from the principal to Teacher Wen.
After reading it carefully, Teacher Wen gradually frowned: "I originally thought it was just a problem of love letters.
I thought it was normal for children to like each other when they are together every day and are young, but I didn't expect that there would be such a problem later.
Such a person would probably disturb many students in the class."
Teacher Wen is a Chinese teacher.
When she read the report letter, she felt more malice from it, and the mentality that if you make me bad, I will make you good.
It can be said that such people will be a scourge everywhere, so Teacher Wen's expression changed at this time.
"As you can see, these two classmates are like this.
If there is more competition in the class in the future, I am not sure what kind of ruthless actions he will take."
Lao Ban sighed and said what she had been worried about.
Hidden worries.
"Well, look at this paragraph, and then look at this paragraph."
Teacher Wen used the computer to draw a red mark on the bottom paragraph of the report letter, and then found Meng Qi's composition.
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The same writing habits, the same punctuation marks.
The old class looked at Teacher Wen, and then looked at the two compositions with almost the same sentence usage.
He frowned and said: "What a white-eyed wolf.
Before this, she was still writing every day."
"Follow those two children."
Lao Ban, as the class teacher, is naturally aware of the situation in the class.
She is very aware of An Qing's tutoring for Qi Yun and Meng Qi, so she is even more angry at this time. tgt ttrgt: