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Chapter 1068 The Bewitched Little Princess (1)

"Forget it, you finish writing the English first, and I will tell you the rest."

In the end, Yang Moyan gave up his idea of ​​trying to clear up the young man with one blow, and took away the cell phone that was buckled in front of her, leaving her alone.

Lin Zhaoxia had no choice but to take care of herself.

Pick up a pen.

I didn't have any ideas for the first English composition just now.

But now she has some.

She sorted out her thoughts in her mind, and finally came up with the first word...

This composition she wrote is relatively long.

Three and a half articles scattered about.

On the contrary, the English letters on the composition paper are written step by step, elegant and beautiful.

With a crisp personality, he is very chic and handsome.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't actually write anything.

It's just that I wrote down my views on information technology, and implicitly expressed that in this world, computer information technology has flourished and become a famous hacker, but there are many.

Not all hackers are bad.

Not all good people really look good, either.

Because you can never observe its true thoughts.

The world says that demons and ghosts are the scariest.

Here Lin Zhaoxia had no choice but to sneer.

What is so scary about demons and ghosts?

Come, today she, Lin Zhaoxia, will show you people's hearts.

……

After the composition was written and the pen was finally written, it was already one and a half past.

After finishing writing, he handed it to Yang Moyan, and then put his fingers crossed on his chin, waiting for Yang Moyan to explain to her the next seasonal composition with a given theme.

Yang Moyan knew that the boy's English level was absolutely fine.

After scanning the sloppy and unrestrained English with crisp and handsome handwriting everywhere, there was a slight smile in his eyes.

If the full score of the composition is also one hundred.

He is the judge.

I will definitely give the boy a perfect score without hesitation.

Or even more high marks.

Because the juvenile writes everything reasonably.

Every sentence is handled well.

Grammatical sentence making and some aspects of expression, cryptic meaning.

Can see clearly.

"good."

He dropped two words very lightly.

It's obviously very good, but he doesn't want the boy to be too complacent.

Although the young man should be that kind of publicity.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't have much reaction when she heard those two words, she just propped her chin up, glanced at the remaining pieces of composition paper under her arms, and tilted her head, "How do you write those two words?"

"You need to have some ideas. It just so happens that it's winter, so write the winter ones first. Write down what it looks like outside. Add the texts you learned before and some descriptions," Yang Moyan really bothered, but in the end It is also absolutely impossible to avoid a wave of ridicule, "I usually see that you come to describe the descriptors as soon as you open your mouth, but when you are down to business, it is a mess."

Lin Zhaoxia felt guilty and touched the bridge of her nose.

Really.

Take a good look at what is short.

So bad.

She was just about to reply, to save her own face, so that she could continue to finish the composition about winter.

But there are times when change doesn't seem to allow her to.

Just picked up that pen.

Just think about it.

Still waiting for something to come out.

There was a loud ring, and suddenly a call came in from the phone.

This made Yang Moyan turn the pages of the book for a while.

Lin Zhaoxia paused with her fingertips as she turned the pen.

"Who?" She raised her eyebrows, reached out and took the phone.

(End of this chapter)