Grumpy boss, he's come to behave again

Chapter 3 Praise, I'll let you go if you're good at it (1)

Jiang Xu, nicknamed "Three Hairs", is only in his 40s and his head is already empty.

He looks cheerful and likes to smile, but he is very strict in teaching.

As soon as he stood on the podium, Li Xiao, the Chinese language committee member, held a pile of composition books, including a piece of torn and neatly placed paper on the top.

Jiang Xuren: "Today we are here again to randomly comment on compositions. Students, don't feel ashamed. This is a good opportunity to listen to the opinions of the public. You must believe that the public's aesthetics are online."

After finishing his routine speech, Jiang Xuren put on his glasses, lowered his head and let out a sigh.

He looked in disbelief at the extremely rare boy who was not sleeping on his stomach and was lazily slumped in his seat.

"Not bad. Yan Yu handed in his homework today. Although he wrote less than 300 words, he is still worthy of praise."

Yan Yu fiddled with his phone, his face expressionless.

Ye Ziyue let out an exaggerated laugh: "Damn it, Brother Yu, you are actually praised by Sangenmao. I want to see what kind of fairy is written..."

Jiang Xuren: "Yi Ziyue, speak in class, stand up!"

Ye Ziyue: "...Grass! Why are Sangenmao's ears so pointed today? He has Shunfeng ears?"

Usually the three of them stood together, but today Ye Zi became the only one. He was not embarrassed at all, standing crookedly on his seat.

Jiang Xuren frowned. The word "Sichuan" between his eyebrows made him wish he could kill a fly, but at least he let him go in order to save time.

"Then let's start the formal class."

"Well... there are some surprises today. Let's review classmate Yan Yu's essay. I will show it on the projector for everyone. You will have 2 minutes to read it. Then I will organize my thoughts and I will point out some people."

As soon as someone said something, everyone who was chirping just now and finding it incredible immediately looked up at the blackboard with serious expressions.

Well, the topic is rice cakes from my hometown.

What are you writing?
"Last year during the Chinese New Year, when I returned to my hometown, my grandma told me to make rice cakes to eat. Our teacher assigned a composition and said that we wanted to observe the making process of rice cakes, but I was not interested and ran away."

Hmm...not a big problem.

Hey, what is this?

"...My grandma insisted that I learn how to make it, but I couldn't learn it no matter how hard I tried. I was beaten several times by my grandma. As a result, even the dogs couldn't eat the rice cakes they made. Later I learned that dogs can't eat rice cakes. Yes, this is really an interesting experience.”

There was a deathly silence in the class.

Many people looked at her in surprise and uncertainty from all directions, wanting to laugh but also being scared.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yu lazily said something nice.

Pei Yiming suddenly felt horrified, groaning inwardly, and glared at Li Xiao fiercely.

Li Xiao looked over at a loss while trembling.No, it doesn't mean that the worse the writing is, the better. He squeezed his brains out to write these more than 200 words.

Pei Yiming: "Ma De, this retarded person! How did I know he would write such a composition for a primary school student? Brother Yu, we are not ashamed. I will teach him a lesson after class is over..."

Ye Ziyue was alone at the side and laughed like a dog barking and convulsing: "Holy shit, hahahahahahahahahahahahaha what the hell, what a fucking interesting experience, hahahahahahaha!"

His wild laughter seemed to open a lock, and discussions and laughter erupted in the class.

Yan Yu resisted the secret glances of many people and cast his eyes leisurely on the girl in the second row.

She sat upright and placed her hands obediently on the table, in a standard primary school student sitting posture.

Yan Yu had a smile in his eyes.

His eyes fell on the out-of-place autumn jacket.

It's extremely hot in September. When you see them coming, you are so anxious to put on such a thick coat?
Zhang Yuege looked at Ji Enen worriedly.

"Well, well, will you... be proud of this?"

Even though Ji Enen transferred here and chose science, she has mastered it well through this period of review.

Only one language has been her flaw since childhood.

Ji Enen looked at Zhang Yuege and concealed the tension in his eyes.

"I'll give it a try."

Jiang Xuren shouted for silence, but he was much calmer: "Okay, the two minutes are up. Is there any classmate who would like to volunteer to get up and comment?"

Who dares to comment on Yan Yu’s composition?
The class was as quiet as a quail.

Everyone secretly looked around, and sure enough they were all lowering their heads.

In the awkward silence, in the second row of the second group, a white and tender little hand was weakly raised.

The little hand was particularly abrupt. It was raised and shrunk to half, and then it was raised straight again tremblingly.

Ji Enen sighed in despair.

Don't be nervous, don't be afraid, it will be fine after this time, and there will be no intersection after this time.

　Ji Enen: Grief jpg
　　Boss: Feeling wronged?If you feel wronged by complimenting me, then I am willing to feel wronged and wronged myself, just give him a kiss, eh?

　　Ji Enen:......

　　
　
(End of this chapter)