Chapter 939

The other three masters, regardless of the fact that their faces were hard to see at the moment, praised master Zou in unison.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want looks, Chun wind blows the sill, and Lu Huanong. If I hadn't seen you at the head of the jade mountain, I would have met under the Yaotai moon."

"Good!"

The four masters praised in unison, and their eyes at Dudu couldn't be described as hot.

"What's good? How could a three-and-a-half-year-old boy make such a poem? Where did he come from? Do you have any brains?"

After that, Mr. Zou glared at Dudu and said, "where did you get these poems?"

The four masters looked at Mr. Zou with extremely contemptuous eyes.

"Master Zou, why can't a three-and-a-half-year-old make such a poem? Isn't there a three-and-a-half-year-old in front of you?"

"Yes, we all heard it just now. You said that as long as he combined a word written by you and Chai Qingqing into a poem, you would stop talking about him and give him full marks. How can you say nothing?"

"Master, it's really enough to be like you."

"If other powerful children make such poems today, do you dare to let others make three poems again and again?"

"Lu Li, right? You're so talented that you don't have classes here. If you don't mind, go to my class. My name is Li."

"Lu Li, all the children in their class are big children. Why don't you come to class 2? I'm the man in charge of class 2. I'm sure I'll treat you well."

The masters don't want to give up such a good seedling, let alone whether he can become a master in the future. Just because of his talent and challenging with Mr. Zou, he is still rational, persuasive and infectious, he will become a shining pearl.

"Thank you for your love. I was sent to this class by my mother. I don't think I did anything wrong. Just since yesterday, Mr. Zou has been targeting me. My mother told me to go out and don't make trouble everywhere, but if others annoy me, I don't shrink back.

Since I didn't do anything wrong, even if Mr. Zou ran to the second elder yesterday, he didn't condemn me, then I should continue to stay here. Even if I want to go, I shouldn't go. "

Dudu's words directly amused Mr. Zou.

"Hehe, listen to what you mean, you're not leaving, or I'm leaving? Well, you're capable, you're powerful! Since you're so powerful and you're a genius, I'm a frog at the bottom of a well. But you, anyway, you'll go home today, and you'll invite your parents tomorrow. I'll see how powerful your parents are to give birth to a genius like you.

Remember, come with your parents tomorrow. If you only see you but don't see your parents, you don't have to enter the classroom. "

"I didn't say I wouldn't invite you. You don't have to say these words to scare me." Dudu was speechless to master Zou and didn't want to say a word to him.

Mr. Zou snorted coldly and began to check the poems written by other students one by one. When Mr. Zou picked up the poem written by Xiao Wen, his eyes stared.

The essay reads: the bright moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to miss the girl.

This is a poem that Dudu once read to Xiaowen. Xiaowen wrote it down, then changed a word and wrote it.

Then Mr. Zou gave Xiaowen a random 60 points, threw the paper to Xiaowen and scolded: birds of a feather.

Xiaowen didn't hear Mr. Zou scolding her at all. She was just very sad at the moment. She was sad that Xiaoli's brother was wronged, but she didn't have a chance to enlighten him or help him speak. Chai Qingqing also made her seem quite ignorant.

But

But she seems very ignorant. She shouldn't have run to quarrel with Chai Qingqing when master Zou said Xiaoli's brother like that.

Now Xiaoli's brother ignored her. She was really sad.

Zou Fuzi stood on the podium, looked down at Dudu and said, "I've scored all your papers. After 30 days of study, it's time to make a final summary. What have you learned in these 30 days? What have you gained? You can write down your experience of the exam on paper. Give you half an hour to start."

When the four masters saw that Mr. Zou ignored them completely and that Dudu didn't come to their class, they had to leave bitterly.

However, everyone looked at master Zou with contempt when they left.

Mr. Zou didn't seem to see it, but the more humble people are, the more they care about other people's eyes.

The eyes of the four masters made him feel very dazzling, and his anger was sublimating infinitely.

He even hated doodle.

A poor boy in Bouyei, why can he look so good? Why can you talk so fast? Why can you write poetry at the age of three and a half?

In Mr. Zou's opinion, Dudu is a person who doesn't know the superiority of heaven and earth, and happens to be lucky to meet the misfortune of the second elder. Only in this way can he have arrogant capital, otherwise he and his humble parents must have died long ago.

While Zou Fuzi despised doodle, didn't learn, and had all kinds of crazy envy, jealousy and hatred, doodle also completely wrote his dissatisfaction on the "final speech".

Half an hour later, the paper was handed in. Mr. Zou took a look at Dudu's final speech.

It's OK. After reading it, master Zou's heart and blood poured directly into his throat.

Such a rampant and disrespectful student is the only one he has ever seen in his life.

Originally agreed to change seats, Mr. Zou gave up temporarily because he was so angry with Dudu's "final speech".

Class is over. It's time for everyone to go home. But more than half of the students in the class can't go home. They can only watch the students who can go home pack their schoolbags.

Because Mr. Zou is so angry, Dudu has forgotten his bet with Duan Geng.

As a result, Dudu's schoolbag had just been cleaned up and was stopped by Duan Geng.

"Where are you going?"

"Of course it's home." seeing Duan Geng, Dudu suddenly remembered his bet with him.

But just now he and Mr. Zou were angry. As a result, the third poem was forgotten and Mr. Zou forgot to give him full marks.

"Go home?" Duan Geng and a dozen other children laughed.

"Forget the bet we made? Whoever has a low score has to get through the other party's crotch. Have you forgotten? Now Mr. Zou hasn't scored your test paper, which means your score is lower than mine. We have a gambling appointment. It's so difficult that you want to cheat."