Inside the office.

Teachers of all subjects took advantage of the afternoon break to sort out the documents of the day in their seats. Zhang Zuomei changed to Zhang Xin's stool. When Huo Xue came in, she was a little surprised, but when she looked back at the English teacher with a pale face, she suddenly remembered something and had to give Huo Xue a meaningful look.

Huo Xue nodded to Zhang Zuomei, then walked straight to the English teacher's seat and stood.

When the English teacher saw Huo Xue, he became even more angry. He took out one from a stack of homework books and patted it on the desktop, "Do I assign more homework?"

"Not much." Huo Xue recalled for a moment and shook her head.

"Is that difficult?"

“Not difficult.”

"Since it's not too much and not difficult, if you really don't want to write, you can choose not to submit like before. Why do you have to ask others to write for you? Why do you want me to see such homework!"

Huo Xue glanced at me, "Is there any problem with my homework?"

"What's the problem? Are you embarrassed to ask? Tell me, did you write this word? Ah! In just a few years, you can get this level with your dragging chicken feet? Do you think I'm blind?" The English teacher's hand was tightly pressed against the table, afraid that he would get angry.

English round font is famously difficult to practice, and it is even harder to write than Italian italics. Few Americans can write well. English teachers were obsessed with this font when they were young, but because they were sloppy, they had to choose to give up.

She never expected that one day she could see such a chic and outstanding English circle in the homework assigned by the student!

The English teacher looked at the words on the homework book again, feeling a little uncomfortable. She had never practiced the font well, but she had performed so well in other people's pens, and couldn't help but feel a little envious and jealous.

She must at least know who is the person who can write such a font!

What surprised her was that Huo Xue did not honestly explain the classmate who was writing as she wished, but instead laughed and picked up the pen she placed on the table!

This is to... prove your innocence with facts!

"You..." The English teacher was choked by the action.

Could it be that she really wrote this word?

impossible!

She has been practicing for several years but still has disorderly rules. How could Huo Xue be...

There are two characteristics of round bodies: one is that they are fancy and beautiful, and the other is that they are written very quickly.

So the benefits of the fountain pen were also highlighted at this moment. In just a while, Huo Xue fell down large sections of English on the paper, and it seemed like a dragon and a snake wandering between the lines. The young man moved the tip of the pen, and placed the last dot on his chest with sinking bamboo, and finally closed the lid without panic.

The slightly wet pen handwriting was printed on clean paper, the water marks were not dry, and the unique ink smell floated in the air, floating into the tip of the English teacher's nose, as if stimulating the nerves of the entire brain.

I saw several large sections of clean and neat English fluently spread out smoothly on the horizontal draft paper. The English teacher made a careful argument and saw the end of the article, his eyes suddenly became a little erratic, and his unnatural eyes couldn't help but show a little shyness.

Zhang Zuomei, who stood behind the two of them, saw the expression of the English teacher, and a hint of surprise in her eyes. She subconsciously looked to the end of the chapter and found that the ending was the famous passage in the New Testament of Matthew in the Bible:

"Do not judge people, lest you be judged. For as long as you judge people, you will be judged; and you will use whatever measuring instrument to give to people."

Zhang Zuomei was also stunned, then stared at Huo Xue with a strange look, her lips stuttering, but she still didn't speak.

Such blatant sarcasm, what else can the English teacher say besides a few random praises and widely essays? Could it be that she would teach her to be disrespectful to her predecessors because of a famous Bible saying? Moreover, Zhang Zuomei did not agree with the English teacher's practice of stamping the students' character in a single copy.

The English teacher was a little unwilling to give up, frowned, opened the English textbook, pointed to one of the paragraphs casually and said, "Write this sentence again."

Huo Xue wrote it again.

The same handwriting, the indifference of the pen and ink slowly overflowed in the office.

The English teacher was completely choked at the words on the paper, and could not continue talking. I don’t know if it was shame or boredom that filled my chest with my feelings as if it was about to explode.

"Who taught you this word?"

As far as she knows, Huo Xue's family was poor and her parents had poor incomes, and she couldn't even afford Huo Xue's accommodation and food expenses. How could she write such words?

"Self-study."

"impossible!"

The English teacher was determined and excited. She taught herself for so long that she became more and more sloppy as she wrote. How could Huo Xue be...

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Today's chapter is a bit late, sorry

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