v3 Chapter 947： Last vacation homework

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On September 5, the 23rd day of the summer vacation officially began.

There is still a month left until the end of the summer vacation. The return date of each true high school is advanced, that is to say, although the school starts on October 7, in fact, the day of return to school on October 1 must be turned in. Assignments and a new round of admissions tests.

After half a year, Wang Ling still remembers his embarrassment when he was just in his 60s. The new round of the entrance test will not affect the class placement, but only evaluates the comprehensive ability of each student after half a year of study. There is progress, and there are chains ... The key lies in the extent of this progress.

And this is the new round of "scoring" problems that Wang Ling now faces.

This test is much more difficult to score, because he must clearly understand the learning situation of everyone in their class, and then calculate the extent of progress, and finally determine how much he has improved ...

That's right, even if it's the extent of progress, Wang Ling still has to score for himself and keep the middle level of progressives in his class.

For summer vacation homework, Wang Ling has always not liked procrastination, and like 99% of people, he will not choose to find a fast food restaurant in the last days of the holiday.

Wang Ling prefers to be organized when writing homework, and for Wang Ling, some copying homework does not require him to do it himself.

In terms of handwriting, Wang Ling has put a global font database into his brain. It is still quite easy to imitate the handwriting using the magical powers of "Da Ma Liang Shu", so even if Wang Ling does not practice writing, he does not have to worry about writing his own words. .

Every time I hand in my homework and the exam, Mr. Pan always feels that Wang Ling's characters are like printed characters. Each character is square and square ...

...

The last summer writer was writing a report.

This is also an assignment assigned by each class teacher, which must be completed, and it is also an extra point at graduation.

With or without extra points, Wang Ling doesn't really matter, but this report is not written.

Topic of the report: "My Classmates".

Requirement: After half a semester, you must have known and understood your classmates. Please write an evaluation of no less than 800 words for the five most familiar classmates in your class. Classmates know the story of passing and getting along with each other (the price must not be falsified, the story needs to be false and true, and you can talk about it, but it must not have insulting words.)

"..."

Yep……

Wang Ling retrieved the assignment requirements laid down by Xia Pan in his mind, and a lingering sense of sorrow appeared in his mind.

800-word composition, actually not much ... but to write five articles, this is a bit more!

The key is that you ca n’t let the pen and rubber do the work for you. These two monsters are mechanized writing. Before Wang Ling remembered the composition that the pen wrote to himself, the Chinese teacher commented below: Why do n’t you put the good "Sentence Classics" copied again?

So, that homework ... the Chinese teacher gave a low score.

The disadvantages of mechanized writing are that there is no emotion in writing, and the traces of copying the composition are too serious.

This report should be written as a true story.

Wang Ling felt that at least he had to have a deeper understanding of five people before he could write.

And when it comes to the five people with the deepest connections in the class.

Chen Chao, Guo Erdan, Lin Xiaoyu Little Peanut, and the author actually don't know who this is but Rong Sun still hasn't forgotten ...

Of the five people, four were added to the "strict guarding" list at the beginning of school.

Now a blink of an eye, half a semester has passed.

"Time passes so fast ..." Wang Ling murmured unconsciously.

It took half a semester to write more than nine hundred chapters. In fact, Wang Ling didn't know how many chapters the author would have written after graduating from high school ... No, maybe you should ask, how many days are there to end.

After all, this shameless author doesn't have a lot of control. The daily update amount is only one chapter.

...

Often thinking of this, Wang Ling could not help but take a deep breath.

He calmed himself down, then opened his eyes, and when the golden petals bloomed in his pupils, Wang Tong's pupil strength was fully released.

A light penetrated into the void and opened up a period of past history. He was retrieving the memory of Chen Chao.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Ling had come to the sea of ​​stars from the desk. This was the memory space penetrated by Wang Tong, and all of his memories were about Chen Chao.

He reached out and held a fragment in his palm ...

A memory that did not belong to Wang Ling suddenly appeared in his mind.

All kinds of memories and pictures, like old photos, jump on the paper.

In 4383 ...

Chen Chao remembered when he was 3 years old.

The Chen family runs a martial arts hall, and Dad Chen is the curator of the martial arts hall.

One night in late December, the weather in Songhai City suddenly became colder, and the cold wind was falling down with the snowflakes.

When Chen Chao woke up, a thick layer had accumulated outside.

The sky was dim and bright, the outside world was snow-capped, and the faint light transmitted from the clouds hit the snowflakes, causing Chen Chao to open his eyes a little uncomfortably.

In fact, it was less than six o'clock.

That night, Chen Chao was sleeping in his own home, ~ www.novelhall.com ~, and when he opened his eyes, there was a sound of wooden stakes outside the door.

In the courtyard in front of the pavilion, Dad Chen arranged some martial arts training equipment here.

Although three-year-old Chen Chao couldn't fully understand how to use these devices, he knew that if he wanted to become stronger, he had to deal with them every day.

In the courtyard, Dad Chen naked with his upper body exposed, showing strong muscles, barefooted in the courtyard to fight with wooden stakes.

He pushed his fist out, and quickly regained the action like a viper, Chen Chao's eyes were completely fundamental, and it was so difficult to capture the fist shadow.

It was Chen Da ’s intention to let Chen Chao live in the martial arts hall. The Chen family practiced ancient martial arts for generations. Nowadays, the practice of the whole people's practice is still an indispensable part.

But now, more and more children would rather be the masters who set fireballs behind, and not far away as a man with superb body skills to charge forward and fall into battle.

According to Dad Chen, a real man should be charged forward! Instead of patronizing spells behind Gou.

Seeing that Chen Chao was awake, Dad Chen knew that his time had come. He completely sank the breath, and a white gas was spit out of his mouth. The white gas was as long as a flying dragon spitting snow. Seeing Chen Chao's mouth wide open in surprise.

"Want to learn, child?" Dad Chen looked at Chen Chao.

"Think!" Chen Chao was infected.

"Good boy!" Dad Chen touched Chen Chaoyuan's little head, and lifted him from the inner room to the old locust tree.

Dad Chen: "Go to the child."

Chen Chao: "????"

Dad Chen: "If you want to practice martial arts, let's get rid of the tree first. From today, you will use your hand to get rid of the bark. Until you make this tree bald."

Chen Chao: "????"

Wang Ling: "..."

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