Black technology, starting from daily check-in

At around eight o'clock in the morning, Nord Academy for Nobles, the capital of magic.

Su Muxin, who spent a day and a night to complete all the homework, was suddenly sleepy when she sat on the desk and chair that belonged to her in the classroom.

Especially when she heard the recitations of the students around her in the morning self-study, she felt even more sleepy.

So, Su Muxin folded her hands together, put them on the table, and then comfortably laid her pillow on it.

Feeling the warmth and comfort from her arms, her eyelids slowly closed as if they were as heavy as a thousand weights.

"Xin'er, don't sleep, the first and second classes are Mr. Xu's Chinese class, if he sees you sleeping late in his class, he will call you again!"

Seeing Su Muxin laying down on the table to sleep as soon as she came from the dormitory, Tang Wenqian, who is a good girlfriend and tablemate, quickly shook her arm.

"Well... let him say, anyway, I finished my homework and handed it in."

Su Muxin dazedly opened the eyes of the two pandas who had stayed up late, said something lazily, and then continued to sleep soundly on the table.

"You said it's not good for you to finish your homework earlier. Every time you have a holiday, you finish all your homework in one day. You are really strong."

Tang Wenqian also shook her head helplessly seeing her as a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

Yesterday, when Su Muxin came to the dormitory in the morning, she frantically made up her homework. She didn't finish her homework until after six o'clock this morning. Then she did morning exercises and finished her breakfast. Now she still needs to come to class.

How can a person not feel sleepy after continuing such high-intensity work?

Su Muxin didn't hear her best friend's earnest teachings, because at this time she had gradually fallen asleep.

Amidst the sound of reading aloud, time passed quickly. After 15 minutes, as the crisp class bell continued to ring, the morning self-study ended.

Soon after the bell rang, an old man wearing presbyopic glasses, gray temples, and a refined temperament walked into the classroom quickly with a large stack of test papers in his hand. There was an unstoppable joy in his brows.

Walking to the podium, Mr. Xu quickly locked his eyes on Su Muxin who was sleeping soundly on the table at the end.

"Xin'er, get up quickly, Mr. Xu is looking at you! Get up quickly!"

Seeing this scene, Tang Wenqian stared straight ahead, but muttered eagerly in a low voice, and poked Su Muxin's thigh fiercely with the hand placed under the table.

The sudden pain in her thigh also made Su Muxin, who was sleeping soundly, slowly wake up.

However, when she moved her body subconsciously, Xu Liang on the podium suddenly said: "Students, I have read all the homework you handed in, and they have all been done very well. I found something in your paper that shocked me."

shocking thing?

After hearing Mr. Xu's words, the whole class immediately became interested and looked at him very curiously.

What is it that can shock Mr. Xu, who is a third-level writer?

Could it be that some warriors in the class openly scolded him for procrastinating in the composition of the test paper?

Under the eyes of everyone, Mr. Xu stared at Su Muxin who was lying on the table sleeping, forcibly restraining the excitement in his heart, and said slowly: "Su Muxin, please stand up and answer, your paper is your own Did you write it yourself?"

After Xu Liang's voice fell, all the students in the class turned their eyes to Su Muxin who was sleeping on the table in the last row, their eyes were full of excitement.

Sure enough, this matter was related to Su Muxin again.

You know, Su Muxin is notoriously bad at Chinese in her class.

To be precise, it should be that the composition is not good. The daily composition is either not written, or the journal is written casually, which makes Mr. Xu very headache.

But she got full marks in math and English every time, which perfectly explained what it meant to be scolded by a Chinese teacher, and the math and English teacher desperately defended this sentence.

Therefore, they were already used to Su Muxin doing something that gave Mr. Xu a headache, and they were happy to watch the show.

Because this is undoubtedly a kind of fun for them who are nervous about their studies, although their fun is based on Su Muxin's pain.

After Tang Wenqian poked her legs desperately in secret, Su Muxin finally raised her head from the table with sleepy eyes.

"what happened?"

After waking up, Su Muxin looked around blankly, and after seeing that everyone in the class, including old man Xu on the podium, was looking at her, she subconsciously said something.

Seeing this, Tang Wenqian couldn't help but rubbed her forehead speechlessly, and said to herself coldly.

And the whole class couldn't help laughing after seeing Su Muxin's sleepy and confused look, and they all waited for Mr. Xu's scolding next.

However, to everyone's surprise, facing Su Muxin who had just woken up, Mr. Xu, who was supposed to scold her, raised the question again with a gentle expression.

"Su Muxin, did you write your paper yourself?"

"Hmm."

Facing old man Xu's idiot-like question, Su Muxin, who was not awake, responded casually, and then pretended to be indifferent, waiting for his familiar scolding sound next.

However, after Mr. Xu on the podium heard her accurate answer, the joy in his heart finally overflowed, and he laughed heartily and said, "Hahaha, good! That's great! Originally, the teacher thought you were You really don’t know how to write essays, I didn’t expect you to hide your clumsiness in secret, if you don’t make a song, you’re done, you’re a blockbuster!”

Seeing Mr. Xu's sudden change in painting style, everyone in the class was stunned, even Su Muxin, the person involved.

However, when she heard the word composition, she suddenly remembered something and woke up suddenly.

Wait, composition...

Hiss... that seems to be written by the uncle!

In other words, is it too late for her to say that the composition was not written by herself?

Moreover, if old man Xu knew that he had lied to him in front of so many people and lost his face, he probably wouldn't have given him little shoes to wear...

Looking at the happy old man Xu on the podium, Su Muxin thought about it carefully, and finally gave up explaining very sincerely.

Well, let old man Xu be happy for a while, and then it will be fine to discuss it with him in private, lest he lose face.

Besides, it's just a composition, even if it's written better, anyway, it will be forgotten after a while, so it's not a big problem.

After Su Muxin made up his mind, Mr. Xu took out her paper from the top of a large stack of test papers, looked at her excitedly, and said, "Your composition level this time really amazed the teacher. The evolution of etiquette in the "Book of Songs" is explained in just two hundred words."

"Moreover, the follow-up also explained the relationship between cultural thoughts, poetry, musical instruments, and etiquette systems in various dynasties. Finally, it interpreted the central idea of ​​our Chinese civilization "Man will conquer nature"..."

"From a professional point of view, your discussion of cultural thought, system, poetry, and musical instruments is beyond my reach!"

"Your breadth of knowledge makes me deeply ashamed, because you have quoted twelve allusions through classical Chinese throughout the article. From the Zhou Dynasty to the Republic of China, the scale of the span is really amazing."

"And in the end, through your longing for a better green life, you have transitioned from the previous "man will conquer nature" to the current central idea of ​​"man and nature live in harmony"!"

As he said that, Mr. Xu couldn't help helping Fu Fu's eyes that slipped due to excitement, and said with a serious expression: "So, in my opinion, your composition has gone far beyond the scope of composition, and has become an expounding on our future. The origin, development, and changes of the Chinese etiquette system, as well as an article discussing the evolution of the central idea of ​​our Chinese civilization "Man will conquer nature"!"

"Its level of thinking is no less than the thoughts expressed in those excellent ancient prose in current textbooks, and its writing style is not inferior!"

"Therefore, if you are willing, I will send your article to the Faculty of Arts for appraisal. If there is no accident, you should be able to obtain the title of a first-class writer. How about it, do you want to?"

At the end of the conversation, Elder Xu's eyes were fixed on Su Muxin who was already stupefied.

In fact, not only Su Muxin was stunned, but all the students in the class were stunned after listening to Mr. Xu's words.

A first-class writer? !Su Muxin? ! !

how can that be!

Ye Xin, the representative of the Chinese class, couldn't help standing up and asked, "Mr. Xu, can we read this composition?"

"Of course, if you can, please read it to everyone."

Elder Xu nodded, and immediately handed over the test paper in Su Muxin's hand.

After Ye Xin took the test paper, she quickly turned to the last column of composition, and the deskmates and students around her couldn't help but gather together.

Immediately, a large circle of people surrounded Ye Xin's seat, without realizing that it was a class.

Of course, Mr. Xu didn't care about it, but he was so happy because his teaching style was eclectic, without too many rules and politeness.

After turning to the composition, Ye Xin glanced at the title "Fire of Civilization", and before he could read it carefully, he read it aloud under the urging voices of the surrounding students.

"Record in 2000, the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty, so it is called China. China has great etiquette, so it is called Xia; it has the beauty of clothing, it is called Hua, and it is called Huaxia."

"Baby, but if you know the virtuous, you respect them, you fear them and love them, you love them and know their evil, you hate them and you know their goodness. As for the weak crown, you can't grow up, you can't follow your desires, you can't fulfill your ambitions, and you can't be extremely happy... ..."

At the beginning, although Ye Xin couldn't understand the meaning of these classical Chinese texts, he could still read them.

However, as she read the following paragraphs, she was dumbfounded when she saw the words in the composition that were even more uncommon than uncommon words.

"However, what I'm thinking about now is the river pan, the river, the yanghuai, the Qinqin, the nail tuan, the willow elm and its grains, the weed, the weed, the weed, the weed, the willow, and the people don't linger, and the grass, but the people don't linger... ..."

Someone also couldn't help but swear after reading the paragraphs at the end of the composition, and shouted dumbfounded: "Damn!! These are Chinese characters?!"

Hearing these excited words, the people not far away gave him a look of pity and admiration.

In the Noble Academy, etiquette is very important. If you are caught by the teacher for blatantly swearing, there will be no good fruit.

What's more, it's still in Mr. Xu's class, it's awesome to dare to swear in public.

However, they were also very curious about what kind of words would make this person dare to swear in front of Mr. Xu.

However, in the next second, to their bewilderment, one after another inconceivable exclamations suddenly sounded from the crowd gathered not far away.

"I'm going, what is this word, I don't know any of them!"

"I lost it, the words behind this are too awesome."

"No, is there really such an outrageous word in the dictionary?"

.........

As more and more exclamations sounded, the students who were sitting further away couldn't sit still anymore. They scratched their heads anxiously, rushing over impatiently, wanting to know what the word was.

"Xin'er, when will you be able to write essays, why don't I know?"

Looking at the lively scene not far away, Tang Wenqian poked her best friend Su Muxin curiously, and asked suspiciously: "Besides, what did you write in your composition that surprised them so much?"

"Huh? What?"

After hearing Tang Wenqian's words, Su Muxin also recovered from what old man Xu said just now, and subconsciously looked at her.

Looking at the dazed and somewhat at a loss Su Muxin in front of her, Tang Wenqian nodded thoughtfully, and asked with some certainty in her tone: "You didn't write your composition yourself, did you?"

Hearing this, Su Muxin hesitated for a while, then leaned over and whispered in her ear: "I asked my brother-in-law to help write the composition."

"Your brother-in-law? Lin Yuda?!"

After hearing Lin Yu's name, Tang Wenqian looked at her with bright eyes, full of admiration and envy.

As a face control and voice control, after seeing Lin Yu at first glance, he left a deep impression on her heart.

Not to mention Lin Yu's research and development of anti-cancer drugs and other things later, all of which made her feel deeply admired, even admired.

Therefore, after learning that Lin Yu wrote this composition, which is enough to become a first-class writer, she was even more happy.

Because the more outstanding Lin Yu is, the more she likes him. Even, she will target Lin Yu and try to get closer to him.

That's why she became Lin Yu's fan.

Seeing Tang Wenqian's nymphomaniac look with stars in her eyes, Su Muxin felt a little proud, but at the same time said in a helpless voice: "I thought it was just a better composition, and then I thought I would tell Xu in private. I didn't write the old man, but I didn't expect the composition to be so exaggerated, I don't know what to do now."

As she said that, she couldn't help but glanced at the crowd of people not far away, as well as the old man Xu on the podium who was looking at her with a smile.

Hearing this, Tang Wenqian also looked at her amusedly: "Why don't you just explain it and let it go, anyway, it will be exposed sooner or later. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

Hearing this unspoken suggestion, Su Muxin rolled his eyes at him, and when he was about to speak, Mr. Xu on the podium couldn't help but rapped heavily on the table after seeing the crowd gradually starting to become chaotic because of the test papers.

"Okay, I've finished watching, let's all go back to our seats."

As Xu Lao's voice fell, the chaotic crowd that came behind also became orderly.

The students who were originally surrounded by Ye Xin also began to slowly return to their seats.

"By the way, Su Muxin, would you like to submit your composition to the School of Literature for appraisal?"

After everyone returned to their positions, Mr. Xu looked at Su Muxin who was not far away with a smile on his face, and said.

"Uh……"

Su Muxin hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Tang Wenqian who was winking at her wildly, gritted her teeth, and said seriously, "Teacher, I think you may have made a mistake."

"Huh? What?"

"It's true that I wrote the paper, but... the composition was not written by me."

"..."