Chapter Seventy-Five

Qiao Nan took a deep breath, and then raised his hand.

"What's the matter?" The invigilator walked to Qiao Nan's side.

"Teacher, the three pens I prepared are all broken, and I can't write. Can you lend me a pen?"

"This..." The teacher was a little embarrassed: "I only have a red pen with me. Does anyone of you have a spare pen that I can borrow?"

Facing the invigilator's questions, the examination room was silent, everyone just wrote their composition silently, no one answered the teacher, and some people secretly put away their extra pens to avoid being asked by the teacher.

Sitting in the same examination room, but there are only a few winners, everyone is competing, who is willing to lend the pen.

At least the students in this examination room, they are not willing.

"This..." In this situation, the teacher also became embarrassed. He had to invigilate the exam and couldn't leave. Other students didn't want to borrow it, and he couldn't grab it for a strange student.

Qiao Nan took a deep breath and pursed her lips: "Teacher, it's really impossible, can you lend me your red pen?"

"No, the regulations set in this composition competition must only be written with blue and black pens, red pens are not allowed." The teacher said regretfully, because he didn't have a pen, he couldn't even participate in the competition, this student is too unlucky .

Qiao Nan's eyes were red. Even though she didn't want to participate in this competition at first, she came and gave up because she lacked a pen. Qiao Nan was very unhappy and unwilling.

The most important point is that she has prepared three pens, some are new and some are usually used.

It was fine last night, but it can't be used today. If there is no problem, she wouldn't believe it. Someone must have touched her things!

"Teacher Zhou, what's going on?" At this moment, there were several people standing outside the classroom door.

"Principal." Seeing one of the old people, Teacher Zhou hurried out and said, "That student's pen is broken, and the other students don't have any spare pens to lend, so there is no way to take the exam."

"..." The old headmaster's lips were pursed into a straight line: "Today's children are really good. Grades are important, but morality must also be studied hard."

"Use mine." Looking at Qiao Nan who was so anxious that his face was sweating, Zhai Sheng said calmly, and then took out a pen that he was carrying.

Today he came to school for his father, but he didn't expect to meet Qiao Nan.

What Zhai Sheng didn't expect was that Qiao Nan was a child with a weak spirit. The few times he met Qiao Nan, almost every time Qiao Nan was unlucky.

However, when Zhai Sheng looked at the schools in the examination room, he was also full of disapproval.

"I thank you on behalf of that student." The invigilator breathed a sigh of relief, he really felt sorry for that little girl.

Seeing that those teachers took good care of this student just now, he must be a good student, and his composition writing is not bad.

"Need not."

"This is the pen you want, use it quickly, don't waste time." The invigilator handed Zhai Sheng's pen to Qiao Nan: "But this is a fountain pen, and it uses ink. Be careful when you write, don't let the ink touch the pen." Before it dried, the words were wiped off."

"Thank you teacher!" Qiao Nan's eyes lit up.

"Don't thank me, he borrowed your pen. Remember to return it to him after you use it up." The invigilator pointed to Zhai Sheng at the door and said, this pen is quite heavy and has a texture, probably not cheap stuff.

"Brother Zhai?" Seeing Zhai Sheng, Qiao Nan blinked: "Teacher, I understand."

"Okay, then hurry up, others have written a lot."

"En." After Qiao Nan replied, she was already more than ten minutes late.

Fortunately, she already had a draft in mind for this composition, otherwise she would definitely not be able to write this composition.

Qiao Nan actually likes to write with a pen,

In addition, this fountain pen is very good, the ink on the nib writes very smoothly, and the slightly heavy feel makes Qiao Nan write "swish", and the hand speed is even much faster than using a ball pen.

Within a quarter of an hour, Qiao Nan had almost caught up with the progress of other students in their composition.

Because of borrowing a pen, the invigilator was very concerned about Qiao Nan, so he stood beside Qiao Nan and watched for a while.

Seeing that Qiao Nan wrote so much in such a short period of time, and the invigilator's eyes lit up when he saw what Qiao Nan wrote, and with the unique stroke of the pen, a beautiful written It's really eye-catching.

Before the bell rang, Qiao Nan had already finished writing the composition ahead of time.

When leaving the examination room, some students who hadn't finished writing were crying, making a fuss like something.

Qiao Nan left the examination room with a relaxed face, looking for Zhai Sheng, and then returned the pen to him.

Before Qiao Nan could take a few steps, Teacher Li caught up: "Qiao Nan, what do you think of the composition this time?"

"It's about the same as usual."

"That's good." Teacher Li breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Qiao Nan performed normally, not to mention the first place, there should be a third place.

"Qiao Nan, why are you here?" A voice sounded from behind Qiao Nan.

"I'm here to participate in the composition competition in the provincial capital." Qiao Nan turned to look at Qiao Zijin.

"You, you, you also participated in the provincial capital composition competition?" Qiao Zijin stammered, a little startled, why hadn't she heard of it at all.

"So it's Qiao Zijin. Are you here to participate in the competition?" Teacher Li looked at Qiao Zijin in surprise. Teacher Li knows how good Qiao Zijin is. When will Qiao Zijin be able to participate in the competition? , isn't the attached high school afraid of wasting quota?

There are extra points for winning the composition competition in junior high school, and of course there are also high school students.

Because of this, the number of places in high school is more sought-after than that in junior high school.

Qiao Zijin and Teacher Li's words collided directly, and Qiao Nan smiled: "I heard from my parents that you came to participate in the competition, but I didn't expect that we would take the exam in the same school."

"Heh, heh." Qiao Zijin smiled very reluctantly: "Really, it's really destined, Nan Nan, how do you write?"

"It's okay." Seeing Qiao Zijin's increasingly serious face, Qiao Nan raised his eyebrows. In this composition competition, Qiao Zijin didn't write well, or is his face so green?

"Okay, it's getting late, we should go back." Patting Qiao Nan on the shoulder, Teacher Li didn't say much to Qiao Zijin.

Qiao Nan followed Teacher Li, nodded to Qiao Zijin and left directly.

As soon as Qiao Nan left, Qiao Zijin's face immediately fell down, gloomy, and then hurriedly went to find his classmates: "I heard that this provincial composition competition, the junior high school students also came. You know the junior high school composition competition What is the question?"

"It seems to be the same as ours." The classmate replied as a matter of course: "The teacher who told me the test questions is lazy enough. The junior high school and the high school have the same test questions, so I don't want to think about it."

"Qiao Zijin, have you finished your composition? You are really lucky this time." Qiao Zijin's Chinese teacher walked over with a happy face: "The composition you showed me last time was just right. It can be used, you don’t have to think about it. Have you written the composition on it?”

Speaking of the student Qiao Zijin, the Chinese teacher was also surprised.

I usually perform mediocrely, but I didn't expect to have a little aura in writing.

Otherwise, with Qiao Zijin's achievements, how could Qiao Zijin not be allowed to participate in the composition competition.

"It's written up." Qiao Zijin said dryly, not happy at all.

God knows that when Qiao Zijin saw the composition questions, she was so happy that she almost wanted to scream, God helped me!

She didn't expect her luck to be so good this time. Not only was Qiao Nan's composition favored by the Chinese teacher, but she also got a chance to participate in the composition competition. The composition that came just fit the exam questions.

She can use a composition from beginning to end!

But after seeing Qiao Nan's appearance, Qiao Zijin's good mood no longer exists.

Qiao Nan is here, and he must also be here to participate in the composition competition. The composition questions for the middle school and high school competitions are exactly the same. Qiao Nan also wrote that composition, right?

Impossible, probably not.

This article is usually written by Qiao Nan, Qiao Nan should not be able to recite it, so will he write another one?

The more Qiao Zijin thought about it, the more guilty she felt, and her brain ached from thinking about it. She prayed silently in her heart that she and Qiao Nan's composition must not collide with each other.

Isn’t Qiao Nan good at writing essays? You can completely rewrite one. There’s no need to transcribe an old one, right? Qiao Nan won’t be so lazy, right?

After participating in the composition competition, Qiao Zijin was finally able to go home, but along the way, Qiao Zijin's heart was never quiet, and it was very noisy.

"Zijin, you're back. How did you do in this competition? Are you confident?" Qiao Zijin returned home, and of course received a warm welcome from Ding Jiayi.

"Mom, where's Nannan?"

"She's reading in her room."

"Mom, I went to find Nan Nan first, and I'll talk to you later." After Qiao Nan came back, Qiao Zijin threw the schoolbag to Ding Jiayi, and then went to Qiao Nan's room: "Nan Nan, I have something to tell you."

"Say." Qiao Nan threw all the three pens that were not needed in today's examination room into the trash can.

After returning, Qiao Nan checked it carefully and found that her pen had been broken.

Anyone who has used Yuanzi pens knows that if the Yuanzi pen is dropped hard on the ground, the ink will break easily, making it impossible to write. Her three pens have been broken by someone.

Her schoolbag has been left on the car all the time. The person who did this must not be from another school, and the teacher would not do such a thing. Could it be one of the other four people who participated in the competition with her today?

At a young age, this kind of heart is too bad.

"Nan Nan, what's your composition topic today?" In case the students got the wrong information, then she would have nothing to worry about.

"Mr. Li told me that our junior high school has the same composition questions as your high school." Qiao Nan answered truthfully.

really the same...

Qiao Zijin's face froze: "Nan Nan, what did you write for this competition?"

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