Soon, with everyone working together, the study room was arranged, with colorful balloons everywhere, and various props were prepared, and the staff were already in place. The support was held by the Cultural and Sports Commissioner Zheng Wen.

"Students, let me say a few words, and the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala will officially begin." Guo Yu walked to the middle and was ready to start talking.

However, the top students had just completed the midterm exam and had just passed the crazy review before the exam. At this time, they were very excited. Cheng Cheng took the lead and shouted: "Class monitor, there is already the first sentence, there is still one left."

Being caught with a grammatical disease.

Suddenly, the top students below responded, which made Guo Yu very embarrassed. He had already thought about several periods, but he often went to his father's office to play. He always said this when he saw his father attending meetings.

Unfortunately, this time, there are many academic masters below, not his subordinates.

No matter how embarrassed I was, I quickly calmed down, "Okay, okay, everyone eat, drink, and have fun."

The atmosphere quickly became warm and everyone was having fun.

If you can't play, don't participate.

While the students were venting wildly, the teachers were still working overtime to review the test papers. The reason was that the midterm exam could not affect normal classes. Vice President Chen, who was in charge of education, issued an order that the results must be given before next Monday.

If you don’t want to affect your weekend break, you have to work overtime at night, and teachers choose to work overtime at night to review the test papers.

It is easy to correct English. Most of them are multiple-choice questions, just focus on compositions, and it is easy for teachers to correct them. Basically, most of them can be handled in one night.

Several English teachers also chatted while correcting. One of the fast class teachers said, "This test paper is still very difficult. How are everyone's grades in the machine card part?"

Another teacher from the Youcai class said: "The average score of the machine card part is 78 points. I really don't know how this class of students took the exam. I saw that the average score of our Youcai class reached more than 90 points. How about Yang Yun, your ordinary class?"

There was quite pride in his tone.

There is also competition among teachers, and they are all proud of the awesome students in the class.

Yang Yun knew that they were teachers from the excellent class and the fast class, so she would definitely feel superior, but this time it was different. This time there was a Liu Meng in the class who said somewhat reservedly: "The average score of our flight card part is only 75 points, but a classmate got a full score of 120 points."

"If it is true or false, if you can get full marks, the highest in our class, Gu Pan, only got 118 points."

"That's right, one of our classmates in the fast class got 119 points. It's a pity that it's just one question."

"Why are you lying to me? The machine-reading results are still fake." Yang Yun was very dissatisfied with the two of them's doubts.

"Impossible. If we had arrived at our excellent class early, how could we be willing to stay in the ordinary class?"

"Maybe it was because I didn't perform well in the class division exam."

"It may also be because we have improved a lot when we arrived in our ordinary class. You are a bit prejudiced to say this." Yang Yun curled her lips and raised her head in front of two teachers from the excellent class and the fast class for the first time.

Both of them were dissatisfied. They taught excellent fast classes and their level was naturally very high. They had high scores in their majors, Grade 8, GRE, IELTS, etc., and their English has already reached a certain level.

"How long can it take to improve so much?" The teacher of Youban curled his lips unconvincedly, thinking to himself, can you Yang Yun be able to have such a high level? You just teach a regular class, but you have only been here for two years and are still very immature.

"It's really strange. I just reviewed an essay. I was so confused about what I wrote, and it was full of manuscript paper. It would be great to give this kind of essay a passing score of 18 points. I copied it from where I was in my back. I didn't know if it was correct or not, so I wrote it. I took advantage of the problem." The teacher in the fast class exclaimed.

Yang Yun was shocked. She had seen Liu Meng's composition. She had beautiful writing and looked confused. She jumped up quickly and said, "Let me see, don't judge excellent compositions as garbage."

"It's no exaggeration to say that I write articles in English more smoothly than my native language." The teacher in the fast class was very dissatisfied and even questioned my review level.

Now Yang Yun went over to read it, and it was indeed Liu Meng's composition.

The compositions are cross-corrected, and the students' names cannot be seen, but Liu Meng's essay is too special, which left a deep impression on Yang Yun and has a very good feeling of classical English poetry.

If you use the conventional grammar learned in textbooks to understand it, you cannot understand the true meaning at all.

"Don't be so arbitrary. Maybe this classmate wrote it in classical English poetry. This feeling is very familiar, and it seems to have been seen somewhere." Yang Yun became anxious and slapped his head. Several other teachers who reviewed it also came over and looked at it and stood there.

Suddenly, I glanced at the desk on one side, and was holding a book of the Book of Songs, and shouted, "I remembered it, I remembered it, this is the way to write the Book of Songs, and this essay is indeed the way to write classical English poetry."

The other people came over to see them. They all had profound attainments. After hearing this, that's the case.

"It's so hateful. I just said that this student was plagiarized and took shortcuts. I originally wanted to give 18 points, but 12 points."

"How do you know it's just copied? What if it's original? That's to crack down on students' enthusiasm, bury talents, and be worthy of being an educator." Yang Yun was dissatisfied, and was indeed very angry, and she was a little angry when she said it.

Her first feeling was that she believed that Liu Meng did write it herself, and she never thought it would be plagiarism or something.

"If a student is not plagiarized, he can write such a level, and even we cannot write classical English poetry at this level. Only Mr. Nan has such achievements in the entire foreign language school." The teacher of the fast class became angry when Yang Yun said this.

"I think so."

"How is it possible for a student?"

The teachers argued, but most of them were suspicious.

In fact, I believe that Yang Yun is the only one who does original work. She is just a female intuition. If she doesn’t know what Liu Meng wrote, she would also think it was plagiarism in terms of professional knowledge.

Yang Yun was alone and weak, but still strong: "No matter what, I object to your arbitrary behavior. This may kill a genius student. I will copy it. I will ask Mr. Nan tomorrow. I have never seen this article."

"There are so many English poems, who dares to say that they know everything. No one dares to say that they know everything about Chinese ancient poems."

Still a fierce debate.

In the end, Yang Yun still insisted, and the fast class teacher had to mark "Suspected".

The teachers were grading the papers because Liu Meng had a clue and wrote the essay with a clue. However, Liu Meng knew nothing about it. At this time, he was facing a difficult choice.

In the game of stepping on balloons, he and Dongdong lost. They had two ways to go. The first one was to kiss Dongdong. The second one was three cups in front of them, and the cups were covered with black liquid. However, only one of them was coke, and the other two were aged vinegar. They were two meters away and could not be distinguished from the smell.

"Kiss one, kiss one." Everyone started to cheer. Jiang Weixin took the lead and shouted the most happily. Old Ma was also terrified, and Cheng Cheng jumped up.

Both Liu Meng and Dongdong were embarrassed.

Liu Meng looked at Zheng Wen very dissatisfiedly. This girl couldn't get along with him tonight. She called him several times and asked him to play games. She was already punished. Now she is here again.

"It's okay not to choose from here, we also provide an alternative." Zheng Wen said with a laugh.

"Tell me quickly, what is it?" Dongdong asked hurriedly. He really doesn't want to be passionate or jealous. For such a big cup, the most important thing is that he is still kissing for the first time. How can he be with a man? When he thinks about it, tears are all over his body.

Liu Meng had a premonition that it was definitely not a good thing, so he was really curious, let’s see what tricks Zheng Wen was playing.

"Running around the main building, shouting three times..." Zheng Wen laughed.

Everyone laughed, "What are you shouting?"

"What do you think?" I have to say that Zheng Wen can indeed stir up the atmosphere. Now the comrades are crazy again, and they all say anything.

"I'm **Who am I afraid of!"

"What a big tree!"

"A real man can bend and stretch!"

.....

There are many different opinions, and there are all kinds of things to say.

Dongdong and Liu Meng immediately turned into bitter faces. Isn’t this arbitrary death? I don’t have to see anyone the next day.

"Come on, let's carry out the passion to the end." Liu Meng also took the initiative. Since it was a carnival and since it was a play, just play and welcome the door with open arms.

The two of them were getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere became more and more lively.

Academic masters, should you play so crazy?
Chapter completed!