v3 Chapter 1211： Look scared this kid

On Sunday, November 22, on the ninth day of the national practice school competition, 100 students from all over the country gathered in a neat square matrix to converge on the square of Jiulongshan Base.

It can be seen that compared with the beginning, the delegations sent by various schools are basically fewer. Some students have accidental fractures or other more serious injuries during the competition. After the team teachers have reported the statistics, they can Exempt from this closing ceremony.

Yi Zhiyang and Sun Rong did not come.

In fact, Sun Rong has been awake long ago, but the grandfather Sun of the Huaguo Shuilian Group was not assured. He sent Sun Rong back overnight for a more detailed inspection.

All in all, this national sports competition ended with a unilateral team show in sixty.

Many people lamented the drama of the contest.

At the same time, there are many people who have resentment in their hearts.

Before the competition began, no one would have thought that in the 60s, it would eventually lead the other teams in a compositional way.

Say good sports exchange contest!

Wang Ling thought of the meeting of the Spirit Sword Contest before and 59th.

They didn't have many chances to show their spirit swords, and this national competition did not expect to make the same mistake again.

Life is indeed a circle.

However, the contest is not completely without wonderful fighting pictures, such as the Jin Danqi peak matchup between Yi Zhiyang and Sun Rong. All the fighting pictures in this game can be taken out repeatedly.

On the playground, Wang Ling looked at the surrounding environment with Yu Guang, and found that many people were watching him.

He knew in the heart that the focus he received so much attention was not because of the battle with Nan Yixiu, but because of the composition written by his real avatar "crispy noodles" after the game made him angry ...

The ghost knows that this will happen!

Wang Ling sighed helplessly.

...

On the way back to Songhai City by air fairy ship, Wang Ling was worried about one thing: whether the father would deduct his own pocket money.

This national competition caused him to provoke too much right and wrong, and now the entire school ... No, it is the entire league of 10,000 schools that knows that his composition is well written.

Fortunately, Zhuoyi knows that he always likes to be low-key and does not like to engage in such eye-catching operations. So Zhuoyi has spread the word, claiming that Wang Ling's composition is just a flash in the pan.

In the case of writing articles, when there is no error in the use of words to make sentences, it is also largely a matter of inspiration and luck. A person cannot guarantee that he can write gold sentences all the time, and sometimes he suddenly thinks of a very good sentence. The forced sentence is really just the inspiration suddenly coming online.

However, how many people can accept this statement, Wang Ling does not know.

Anyway, on the way back, everyone on the air fairy ship admired Wang Ling, especially Tang Jingze, who could almost describe it with five bodies.

"Student Wang Ling, your composition is awesome! It is a contemporary Lu Shuren!" Tang Jingze carefully wrote the sentence in the composition.

What he likes the most is: "A grain of the age, when it falls on a person's head, is a mountain."

What kind of literary talent can write such a great sentence?

It's amazing ...

No one is more excited than Wang Ling's Chinese teacher: Guan Ziqian.

Teacher Guan is a very low-key person, who usually does not show much face.

He is a very low-key office worker. Of course, he has no business ability to say.

Guan Ziqian has always criticized Wang Ling's composition, not that Wang Ling wrote poorly, but that Wang Ling wrote too bland! Things are like running accounts, even the arguments are very cliché! In the test composition, Wang Ling's composition can barely pass the grade, but such a composition can never achieve high scores.

Therefore, when this composition named "Stand Up" was exposed in the national competition, Teacher Guan, who usually did not talk in the group, even directly and publicly commanded King Ait.

"@ 王 令 You finally got the hang of it?" Teacher Guan sent a smile on his face and smiled: "How do I feel like your composition is like a ghostwriter?"

Wang Ling looked at the teacher from the class Qunguan, and after thinking for a long time, he shivered and responded with two words: "No."

To be honest, Wang Ling felt guilty when he typed these two words on the screen.

After seeing the reply, Teacher Guan was not polite, and he directly replied in the group: "What about your usual composition? Act me?"

"..."

In the phrase.

Wang Ling was terrified of cold sweat.

Fortunately, the old antiques came out in time to give Wang Ling a roundabout: "Mr. Wang Ling is an occasionally outstanding contestant, teacher Guan should not care about it." He saw Wang Ling holding his mobile phone in a pitiful appearance, I still feel a little distressed.

Look at this child!

Teacher Guan is naturally joking.

The students he taught wrote such an excellent composition in a national contest, and he was happy.

He no longer typed, and publicly praised Wang Ling with his voice in the group: "Wang Ling, this thing fully shows that you still have the literary potential. I suspect that the composition you wrote before may be due to time. Not enough, too nervous. If you have enough time, even if you don't play as well as this time, you can at least have a middle-to-high level! "

Wang Ling still did not have the courage to reply.

The reason was that he felt that there was something in the teacher's mouth.

Sure enough, Teacher Guan said in the following sentence: "Wang Ling, there will be an essay competition in the district by the middle of next month. Our teachers in the language group discussed for a long time who should be sent to our school ~ www.novelhall.com ~ I ’d better let you Right. "

Wang Ling: "?"

Teacher Guan: "This time, thanks to your composition, to help our school win the national competition. I don't think other teachers in the language group have any opinions. Well, everyone is forced out. Since you have potential, then Do you have the right pressure? Understand? Teacher, this is for your good. "

Wang Ling: "..."

He knew that things would look like this!

...

It's already afternoon in the sky fairy ship to return to the playground of Sixty Middle School. Wang Ling is preparing to go home. As soon as he leaves the school, he heard someone on the road shouting, "A ash of the age! A ash of the era!"

"..." Wang Ling turned around, and actually saw a passerby looking at him cheerfully, a middle-aged woman who was taking her daughter home from school.

From the perspective of the girl's dress, it should be Qingyun Primary School, which is Xiuzhen Primary School near Sixty Middle School.

"Did you see it, that elder brother! A ash of the age!" The middle-aged woman crouched down and said to her daughter excitedly, she forgot what Wang Ling's name was, but according to Wang Ling's composition, the scene Give Wang Ling a special nickname.

That is: a ash of the age ...

"You have to learn like that brother. The composition is so good!" Middle-aged women are very excited.

"Mom! That elder brother is eating noodles!" The little girl pointed at Wang Ling.

"Go! Let's buy it too! Eat it! Maybe your shit-like composition can be as good as your brother's!" Middle-aged women are even more excited.

"..."

The corner of Wang Ling's mouth twitched.

It seems that he is really famous now.

Even his face began to be snatched ...

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