Continuing to go to morning practice, Wang Er continued to want to make a splash in the world alone. Such modifications were almost equivalent to overturning the original work and rewriting a novel, let alone illustrations, he also had to repaint. He thought about it and made a ruthless effort to upgrade cartoon paintings and watercolor paintings to the level of the Grandmaster, and purchased sketching and gouache painting skills at the Grandmaster level, and even upgraded hard pen calligraphy to the level of the Senior Grandmaster.

The huge information suddenly became instilled into Wang Er's mind, and Wang Er began to roll his eyes.

Cheng Chuchun also paid attention to the podium. What expression is this? Is Kaven so uncomfortable?

After a while, Wang Er calmed down, then looked at the words on the shelves. The debt in the second line finally became huge: 106300000 (￥), the debt date was August 25, 2006.

I pay it back slowly, and there is no need to pay it back slowly. The English version is sold well, and the books are expensive, so the manuscript fee is relatively high. Although I owe a lot, I can pay it back quickly.

Wang Er rewrites the outline. Because he bought sketching skills, he draws portraits of some major characters. There is also the name of the carving. Wang Er named it Andrew. Its original meaning is male, but the extension of the Bible means strong, masculinity, courage, and courage are the theme, so he named this name.

Among more than a dozen novels, these two novels are the hardest to chew, and the first class continues to tinker with. After class, Wang Er pulled the fat man out to play badminton.

"Wang Ping'an, have you thought about it?"

"I have thought about the main line, but I have not thought about some details."

The two went out to play basketball, and Cheng Chuchun and several teachers saw it in the office upstairs.

"I've figured it out."

I can't think of it, and I won't have the intention to play badminton.

Cheng Chuchun said: "For a while, he was stuck in his mind, and that looked scary."

"It must not be that easy to think about. Hey, who is that girl?"

Cheng Chuchun looked at: "Her name is Hu Xiaoli, and Wang Ping'an saved her younger brother."

"No wonder."

"No wonder? Is it okay if the two didn't hand over before? Wang Ping'an could not recognize it, otherwise there would be no need to fight to the death at that time."

"them……"

"Don't worry, Wang Ping'an himself said that he is a straight man, not a straight man, and he has no time to fall in love early."

Several teachers smiled, and Cheng Chuchun said again: "But this child is really good, and time is in his hands, it is really like gold."

All the fragments of time have been shouted out, but I think how precious time is.

In fact, Wang Er didn't want it, but the system forced him into this model worker atmosphere. For example, if you want to save time and buy sketching skills, you will be faster to draw portraits of characters, but you will owe more debts, so you can only code more works.

"Teacher Cheng, you have two Chinese classes in the afternoon."

Why are there two Chinese classes and writing essays? Not only do you have Chinese essays, but you also have to write essays in English, so there will be some watersheds when you cross a level of study. For example, students entering Peking University are all top students among the top students, but when you get to university, there will gradually be a gap. Even if you are desperate at the University of Science and Technology, a very small number of students will be eliminated.

It's afternoon.

Cheng Chuchun arranged a relatively loose composition topic. You are from all districts and counties in the city, so use your hometown to write an essay.

The looser the composition questions, the more students will be able to perform.

Wang Er looked up at Teacher Cheng. Writing essays is not about writing novels, how much inspiration can it be needed?

Do you want to do your best?

He thought about it and forgot it, he knew it anyway. I guess the teachers in other classes knew it, so let's start the horsepower.

What to write?

The proposition was too loose, he thought about it, thought of a picture, and then thought about it again with this picture.

I thought about it for a few minutes, but I didn't write it, so I started writing it directly.

I'll take a look.

Cheng Chuchun walked behind, and the composition title was like "Hometown--Looking Melon Record".

The beginning was quite ordinary. Wang Er said that my parents worked outside when I was very young, and opening a small noodle shop was equivalent to working, and there was nothing wrong with it. Then he handed me over to my grandparents, grandparents, uncles and aunts to raise me, but several elders gave me a very happy childhood, so he chose a scene to remember it.

Cheng Chuchun scratched his head, isn’t he a bit off topic?

Why did you go off topic?

Continue to introduce, my uncle planted two acres of watermelon and took me to see it. It was a bit foggy that night.

The night fog is like a veil, the night wind rises sharply, and the white veil is instantly lifted, and suddenly a magical world appears in front of me.

How magical, I started writing about this magical world, villages, fields, rice fields, frog sounds, streams, and mist gathered or scattered in the distance, with various comparisons, one by one, and then I came to the melon field.

The ordinary two-acre watermelon field is also described in Wang Er's writings. Then he saw two hedgehogs moving a big watermelon. Wang Er's uncle was about to take action when he suddenly saw several little hedgehogs on the edge of the field. But Wang Er didn't write that. He first wrote about the ridge of the field, then the grass, and the dewdrops on the grass, and finally wrote about the cute little hedgehog.

After looking at these little hedgehogs, my uncle finally didn't do anything and let the two hedgehogs roll the big watermelon into the night. Wang Er asked the reason, and my uncle said, "Your parents and I are both parents."

It's coming to an end.

Uncle Wang Er started to sleep.

The dim moonlight mischievously hit the melon shed, shining on my uncle's wide and undulating chest. The thatched shadows turned into elves and played and danced on it. My uncle didn't know that it made a slight snoring, but the moonlit night was silent...

Not only does it describe the beauty of his hometown, the author's love for his hometown, but also writes about a hidden line, his uncle's simplicity and compassion.

"What a wonderful article."

After class, Cheng Chuchun immediately arranged for the students to copy it on the blackboard newspaper behind the class, and then on the blackboard newspaper in the middle of the school teaching building.

The next day, the school blackboard newspaper was filled with students. Isn’t it because I can’t write a good composition? Isn’t it because I don’t know what it means to disperse the body but not the spirit? Isn’t it because I can’t write a good metaphor? Isn’t it because I can’t write a good rhetoric? Isn’t it because I don’t know the light and dark lines? Let’s go to the blackboard to see how the article “Looking at the Melons” was written.

All the high school students asked the Chinese teacher to call him over.

Composition is really important, accounting for 60% of the total, and in some areas it reaches 70% of the time. Some students have always been unable to write essays well, and they are really anxious to be teachers.

Some people on Wang Er’s Weibo also paid attention to Wang Er’s writing skills.

On Sunday, Li Changhua came to Wang's house and asked about Wang Er's study status and writing plan.

Wang Er said roughly, and then wrote down the outline he wrote, which is not the outline now, and the detailed outline was written, and showed it to Li Changhua.

“Is good translation for National Day and Energy Supply?”

"It's almost done, I'll fight."

"It doesn't matter if you are slower, you have to take into account both learning. If you don't say you are the first and second place in the exam, at least you can't be too bad."

"It's okay."

When the two talked about the composition, Wang Er showed him the composition.

Li Changhua almost knelt down: "Are you sure you are writing an essay?"

"What is it not about composition? I wrote it in composition class, and I left one class to write a novel outline."

In two composition classes, he wrote this melon record before he finished his class. He continued to think about the details of the novel for the rest of the time. Cheng Chuchun knew, but how did he care?

"Save the composition and publish it."

“Can’t come out.”

"I will know you've come out later."

"That's it, okay."

“The words are also written better.”

"good."

When Li Changhua went back, he posted a Weibo post on his official blog. We have read the composition of Brother Wu, which will scare you.

Many netizens immediately came to ask, are they scared or are they scared?
Chapter completed!