Rebirth: Recovering My Treasure Girl

"Fuck, it's really you!"

In the quiet classroom, He Jianjun suddenly uttered a curse word, and his voice seemed particularly loud.

"Ha ha ha ha......."

As soon as the foul language came out, the class burst into loud laughter.

Some people burst out laughing, some were pounding the table excitedly, and some were laughing so hard that they burst into tears.

Zhou Lin and Jenny Wu were also laughing, but there was a big difference in their smiles. Zhou Lin covered her mouth and chuckled, while Jenny Wu laughed.

The only person in the class who was not smiling was Ye Shiqi. She was looking over at He Jianjun with a slight frown, but her eyes fell on Chen Yang, seemingly thoughtful.

"He Jianjun!" Wang Zhengjun looked unhappy and glared at He Jianjun with a frown.

He Jianjun's face turned red after making a fool of himself. He quickly lowered his head and covered his mouth with his hands, shrinking his neck like a turtle prime minister.

In the corner of the classroom, Zhang Jun was also looking at Chen Yang. His eyes were full of jealousy and disdain. The pride and happiness he felt after being praised by the teacher were gone.

Zhang Jun's heart was filled with the word "dissatisfaction". He refused to believe that Chen Yang could write a better article than himself and Ye Shiqi.

Teacher Wang, did you take the wrong medicine? Or have you lost your mind? Zhang Jun thought so.

Ye Shiqi didn't want Chen Yang to find out that she was paying attention to him, so she quickly turned her head and thought: How is this possible? Obviously his handwriting is so ugly, but...

Thinking of this, Ye Shiqi suddenly stopped and then thought again: Wait... There seems to be no inevitable connection between the ugly words and the quality of the article...

Although her deskmate Li Nana was a little disappointed, her personality was relatively easy-going and generous. She quickly accepted the fact that Chen Yang had written a good composition, and whispered to Ye Shiqi: "Monitor, you guessed wrong, it's not me!"

Jenny Wu in the back row shook her head in disbelief and whispered to herself: "The sun comes out from the west, right? That guy is really lucky to be able to write such a good composition!"

After hearing this, Zhou Lin didn't agree with her, so she looked at Jenny Wu and said softly: "Jenny, please don't always look down on others, okay?"

Jenny Wu looked shocked, stared at Zhou Lin and said: "Zhou Lin, something is really wrong with you today. This is the second time you have spoken for him!"

“No way!” Zhou Lin suddenly blushed and pretended to be angry and ignored Jenny Wu.

It took Wang Zhengjun a lot of effort to control this chaos.

After the class calmed down, Wang Zhengjun looked at Chen Yang: "Chen Yang, originally I was going to give you 95 points for this essay! But..."

Wang Zhengjun paused for a moment and continued: "Your words are like ghost drawings, which has greatly hindered you! So after comprehensive consideration, I can only give you 91 points. I hope you can pay attention to this in the future!"

Even with a score of 91, it was the second best score in the class for this essay.

Moreover, Wang Zhengjun specially put Chen Yang's article at the end of his comments. In fact, he affirmed him and told the whole class that if the factor of ugly handwriting is put aside, Chen Yang's composition this time is the first!

"Chen Yang, come on stage and read your composition to everyone. I can't read it. With your handwriting, my blood pressure will rise after reading it too much."

Wang Zhengjun's cruel joke immediately caused the students to burst into laughter again.

Chen Yang asked slightly embarrassed: "Mr. Wang, why don't you just stop reading it? I just wrote it casually. I wrote whatever I thought of. It's really not as good as you said..."

"Written casually?" Wang Zhengjun was suddenly surprised.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Zhengjun became happy: "Chen Yang, you have to continue to maintain this "casual" state when writing essays in the future. The more "casual" the better! Hahaha..."

The classmates laughed again.

Zhang Jun couldn't laugh. Instead, he snorted disdainfully in his heart: Ha! Is it still installed? How shameless!

Chen Yang did not want to write, but Wang Zhengjun refused. In the end, Chen Yang stepped onto the podium with Wang Zhengjun's encouragement.

Standing on the podium, dozens of pairs of eyes in the class were all staring at Chen Yang, and the classroom became quiet.

If it had been more than 20 years ago, Chen Yang would have been so nervous that his face was red, his ears were red, he was at a loss, and he was stammering.

But Chen Yang, a reborn man who has been tempered and beaten by society for more than 20 years, is no longer what he used to be. Standing on the podium, he looks calm and composed, with a sense of confidence in his bones.

After Chen Yang opened the composition book, he couldn't help but look up at Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin noticed it immediately and hurriedly lowered her eyes to avoid it, feeling secretly nervous in her heart.

Jenny Wu also noticed Chen Yang's gaze, so she immediately pinched Zhou Lin's thigh under the table with a smile on her face.

Suddenly, Zhou Lin became even more shy and embarrassed.

Chen Yang opened the composition text and read aloud: ""The scenery here is uniquely beautiful"..."

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As soon as the bell rang and Wang Zhengjun said "get out of class is over", many students in the class hurriedly ran outside the classroom.

These people all went to the canteen to eat. Some were responsible for buying food, while others were responsible for occupying seats, for fear of being late and having to wait.

At this time, He Jianjun turned around, patted Chen Yang on the shoulder, and said with admiration: "Okay, buddy, I copied the composition well this time, even Teacher Wang didn't notice it."

It's not surprising that He Jianjun said this to Chen Yang, because his composition skills have always been poor, and failing is a common occurrence.

Scenes like today's scene of going on stage to read a composition to the whole class, to use popular words more than ten years later, is a proper highlight moment!

Chen Yang didn't explain this either. He smiled faintly and asked: "By the way, Lao He, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll treat you!"

He Jianjun suddenly felt that something was wrong with Chen Yang, so he stared at him carefully and observed him carefully.

"What are you doing?" Chen Yang raised his hand and moved He Jianjun's face away.

He Jianjun turned around and asked seriously: "Chen Yang, did you really write this composition yourself?"

Chen Yang nodded calmly.

"You really didn't copy it?" He Jianjun asked again.

Chen Yang remained calm and shook his head.

He Jianjun looked very surprised: "I said Chen Yang, why did you suddenly become so awesome? It's like you suddenly enlightened!"

Chen Yang smiled easily, then shrugged and said, "I just write what I feel. I write whatever I want. It's probably because of this that the teacher felt it was okay."

"Hey, yo, yo, I just complimented you and I'm already gasping for breath!" He Jianjun suddenly changed his face and his tone became exaggerated.

In fact, what Chen Yang said was all the truth. In his composition last night, he just put all his thoughts and feelings into words. Inadvertently, he included more than 20 years of insights and true feelings.

But Chen Yang never expected that these contents just touched Teacher Wang's heart.

While Chen Yang put the textbooks and stationery on the desk, he said: "Old He, you don't need to take the composition matter too seriously. The teacher can give me this score mainly because he wants to encourage me... .”