Chapter 936

"Oh, I can't tell you how to cry. I'm really a crying ghost."

"Yes, didn't you have a great momentum just now?"

"Sister Qingqing knows to help Lu Li speak. She is still Lu Li's good friend. She even dismantled Lu Li's platform."

"Yes, what a fool."

"Selfish ghost!"

Listening to the students' sharp words, Xiaowen was so angry that he burst into tears. Then look at Chai Qingqing's provocation. For a moment, he was so angry that he didn't know what to do.

A private school for a child under the age of six can lead to so many gratitude and resentments every day. Mr. Zou thinks it's enough.

"Well, don't say any more. Lu Li, since Duan Geng questions you and the Jiawen students around you also question you, you can make another poem."

"Why should I make another poem? Why can't you score it directly? Just because they questioned me, I have to do it again. Now I doubt it. You asked Duan Geng to make another poem? He can even get 90 points. Master Zou, will you teach?"

Although it has been decided to treat each child differently after finding out the situation, Dudu's clothes are really not very well dressed, and his attitude is too provocative, Mr. Zou's temper came up in an instant.

At the moment, he is sure that Lu Li is just a lucky poor student. It happened that the second elder was in trouble and it was inconvenient to deal with him, so he escaped yesterday.

But such a student, even if the second elder spared him, he would not.

"Lu Li! What's your attitude? This is your due attitude towards the master? Are you a mother or not?"

The master's words were exciting. He thought Dudu would say it at this moment if he had any background.

However, Mr. Zou was disappointed again.

Dudu, that's a goods with a swollen heart and a black stomach. Mr. Zou's words made him completely remember, but on the surface, Dudu was silent, but his expression was gloomy in an instant.

"My godmother loves Xiaoli brother most. Why do you say that my Xiaoli brother is born or raised by his mother?"

"Hehe, I don't know how to respect teachers. I want to see how his parents taught him. Anyway, today's poem doesn't count. If you want to score, well, make me a poem again immediately, and I'll score it for you."

Who knows, master Zou's voice just fell. Dudu didn't want to think about it. He opened his mouth and said, "clouds want clothes, flowers want looks, Chun wind blows the sill, luhuanong. If it weren't for the jade heads of the mountains, he would meet under the moon on Yaotai."

As soon as the Master heard this, his face changed. Although his face was irresistible disgust, his eyes were full of amazing light.

"You... You have the ability to write down the poem you just chanted!"

"Just write."

Shocked by the whole class, Dudu made a peerless poem that Mr. Zou had never heard or seen in his life.

"This is definitely not his poem! He is only a child over three years old. How can he make such a poem that he can't understand? And there is no girl in this poem."

"That's because your level is too low and you are too stupid. If you don't speak, others won't treat you as a fool, so you'd better not speak again in the future." Dudu ruthlessly attacked.

When Chai Qingqing saw the poem made by Dudu, his love for Dudu has almost reached the level of worship. So she took the rest of the class to clap Dudu.

Xiaowen wanted to applaud. She also thought the poem was good and praised. But seeing that Chai Qingqing took the lead in clapping, she didn't want to clap.

Doodle glanced at Xiaowen with Yu Guang and saw that she didn't applaud him like Duan Geng. Doodle was also very angry. He felt that he was better than Xiaowen.

After all, they are all children. Even if Dudu is black on weekdays, he is very sincere to Xiaowen. On weekdays, he is willing to leave all the things he can't bear to Xiaowen, so Xiaowen still feels sad.

"Master Zou, you should give me a score now!"

After studying this poem for a long time, Mr. Zou looked up at Dudu with a look of amazement and disbelief.

"Lu Li, it's not the teacher's bias. Tell the teacher the truth, where did you copy these two poems? Don't tell me you wrote them yourself. How can such a good poem be made if it's not someone who has experienced love and deep feelings?"

Dudu thinks about his bet with Duan Geng and is depressed. If Mr. Zou doesn't give him a score, isn't he going to drill into Duan Geng's crotch?

He won't!

"Master, how can this be? You just said clearly that if I make another poem, you will believe it and give me a score. Now that I have made a poem, do you want to be naughty?"

"How can I be naughty? How can you make such a poem by a little boy over three years old? You must have copied it!"

"OK, then tell me who I copied?" these poems were recited by Cao after his mother asked him to cultivate his feelings when he was an hour. They were all brought here by her mother from another plane. So Dudu asked righteously.

"Master, is it really good for you to treat him differently? Everyone only writes one song, and everyone has his own score. Lu Li writes poetry so well, why do you keep making trouble with him?"

Xiaowen is trying to speak for Dudu, but Chai Qingqing has spoken first again.

"I really didn't make it difficult for him. A child can't make such a poem."

"Hehe, master, it's clear that you're poor. Why blame me for writing poetry? If you think I plagiarized, show me the evidence of my plagiarism. If you can't find the evidence, give me a score immediately. Even bad poetry like Duan Geng can get 90 points. I can't say 1000 points?!"

"The total score is only 100. Where did you get 1000 points?"

Zou Fuzi glanced at Dudu. He thought Dudu was 100% plagiarism. Dare to say that his level is not high... Really!

"Lu Li, I'll make a new title. If you have the ability, make another one for me!"

"Hehe, Mr. Zou is really funny. People can get 90 points for making a bad poem, but I have to write three poems to get points. Do you think you can make sense?"

"Are you a master or am I a master? Yes, people only use one song, but if you are not moral, you have to do three."

The master felt that he hated Dudu very much. He was good-looking and could practice martial arts. His literary talent was still so good. Such a person, even if he is wearing coarse clothes, will be able to take off one day, and his future is unlimited.