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The management of Ancheng No. 1 Middle School is still very strict, and among the many substitute teachers in Class 3, the strictest one is none other than Zheng Hua in front of him. In his previous life, he was the head teacher of Cheng Xing's second and third year of high school. During his two years of student life, he had suffered a lot from Zheng Hua's small wooden stick.

Zheng Hua has a small wooden stick half a meter long, which he carries with him almost everywhere.

If anyone causes trouble for him, he will hit you in the palm of your hand.

Ancheng belongs to the north, and among the dozen or so cities in the province, its economic level is among the lowest.

The people in the north are tough and the children in the north are naughty since childhood, so even after 10 years, the schools here are still using corporal punishment. There is no other way. If all teachers are as gentle as those in the south, no students will listen to you.

During this era, the level of chaos in some small towns in the north was something many people in later generations could not imagine.

If it was any other substitute teacher, Zhou Yuan might not have handed in the love letter from Li Chengxing. If it was any other teacher, at most he would have stood and listened to the class, or stood in the corridor outside with a book in his hand.

But facing Zheng Hua, Zhou Yuan did not dare to openly disobey his words.

If I tear up this love letter or don't give it to you, I will just be beaten by Zheng Hua.

But the punishment for openly disobeying Zheng Hua was far more than that.

The last student who openly defied Zheng Hua in class was kicked more than a dozen times in front of the whole class. Since then, no one in the class dared to contradict him in public.

Zheng Hua gives people the impression of being strict. He usually has a stern face and is rarely seen smiling, so students privately give him the title of "prison warden", saying that taking classes in his class is no different from being in prison.

Zheng Hua took the love letter from Zhou Yuan.

He looked at it for a while, and his originally cold face actually relaxed.

"Do you want to know what Cheng Xing wrote on this piece of paper?" Zheng Hua suddenly asked.

"Teacher, I admit my mistake." Seeing that Zheng Hua wanted to read the love letter in public, Cheng Xing immediately admitted his mistake.

His current mental age is not the same as when he was a teenager. He could be shameless then, but not now. When he was a teenager, he was young and frivolous and easily impulsive. He could do whatever he wanted.

Even if I make a mistake, I won't feel ashamed of it.

After all, I am only a teenager, there are many things I can do wrong and many things that allow me to do wrong.

But Cheng Xing, who is now thirty years old, can no longer do this.

When he was in high school, because he had good writing skills, every time the teacher asked him to write a self-criticism, he would write a long and eloquent one. Then every time the teacher would read his self-criticism in public, he would be proud of it.

Looking back at what he had written with today's perspective, Cheng Xing would only feel ashamed, and would not think that his writing was very good. Moreover, whether it was a self-criticism or a love letter, it was not something worth reading out in public.

What's more, this love letter is written to someone I no longer have any feelings for. If it was someone I like, I wouldn't feel too embarrassed, because if you really like someone, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

"I want to see it." There is never a shortage of people in this world who want to make a fuss and have fun.

Moreover, as for the love letter that Cheng Xing wrote to Chen Qing, the students in the class were indeed very curious about what was written in it. However, Chen Qing, who was sitting in the third row of the classroom, blushed. She couldn't tell you how annoyed she was with Cheng Xing at this moment.

"It's not much, just a Song Dynasty poem. Everyone is familiar with the name of the poem, "Pozhenzi". It can be seen that Cheng Xing had just finished writing it and didn't have time to write the title at the end."

After Zheng Hua finished speaking, he said, "The sky is sparse with stars and light clouds, and the night is cold and windy. A long song startled the white cranes, and the three repetitions of Yangguan are the most touching. The sun is getting brighter as we say goodbye. You hold the ink pen in the south of the Yangtze River, and I cross the long rope in the north. Life is full of differences, so I just want to get drunk. I hope to think more about the long and the short, and I only hope not to walk alone."

After Zheng Hua finished reading, all the students in the classroom fell silent.

After a few seconds, exclamations came one after another.

"Chen Qing, Cheng Xing's poem is so well written!" Li Dan said in amazement.

The blush on Chen Qing's face gradually faded, and he nodded and said, "It is indeed a good word."

"Could it be that Cheng Xing copied it from somewhere? After all, there are so many lyrics written about "Poetry of Breaking the Array" in ancient times. I don't believe that he can write such a good sentence at his age." Wang Yan shook his head.

They were both about sixteen or seventeen years old, and Wang Yan didn't believe that Cheng Xing could write such a good sentence.

"No." Chen Qing shook her head and said, "I know all the "Pozhenzi" written by famous ancient writers. This one is not included. Besides, Cheng Xing's writing style has always been very good. His Chinese composition basically all got close to full marks. The warden also read many of his compositions in public in the classroom. Moreover..." When she said this, her face turned red again, and she said, "The second half of this poem is about love."

"I hope I can think longer and shorter, and I hope I won't walk alone. Indeed, Cheng Xing wants to take our Miss Chen with him." Li Dan smiled and covered his mouth.

"What are you talking about?" Chen Qing scratched him and his face turned even redder.

"Does anyone know which poem the three-fold Yangguan in the lyrics comes from?" Zheng Hua suddenly asked.

Chen Qing raised his hand at this time.

Zheng Hua said: "Chen Qing, please tell me."

Chen Qing stood up from his chair and said, "It is from Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er to Anxi" in the Tang Dynasty. The morning rain in Weicheng moistened the dust, and the green willows in the guest house are new. I urge you to drink another cup of wine, for there will be no friends west of Yangguan."

"That's a very good answer. Please sit down." Zheng Hua said.

"As expected of Chen Qing, he's really amazing." Li Dan praised.

"You know this too!" Wang Yan said in surprise.

"I'll ask you to read more books in your daily life." Chen Qing said with a smile.

Zheng Hua placed the piece of paper in his hand on Cheng Xing's desk and said, "In 2001, there was a candidate in Jiang Province named Jiang Xinjie. His overall grades were not good, but he wrote a famous essay that won a perfect score. It was because of this famous essay that he was admitted to Nancheng Normal University as an exception."

"You should have heard of that essay." Zheng Hua said.

"The Death of Red Hare." Cheng Xingdao said.

"Yes." Zheng Hua nodded and said, "Use your writing for the right purpose."

After saying that, Zheng Hua turned and left the classroom.

"Is this the end?" Zhou Yuan asked blankly.

Let's not talk about not pursuing the matter of Cheng Xing writing a love letter. Just the fact that everyone else was studying hard during the lunch break while the two of them were playing and fighting here, in the past they would have been punished with a few beatings.

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(End of this chapter)

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