Rebirth to a Military Marriage: Good Morning Chief

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

"What?" The invigilator went to Qiao Nan's side.

"Teacher, all the three pens I prepared are broken, I can't write a word, can I borrow a pen?"

"This..." The teacher was embarrassed: "I only have red pens around me. Who of you have extra pens to borrow?"

In the face of the invigilation teacher's question, the examination room was silent, and the birds were silent. Everyone just silently wrote their own composition. No one answered the teacher. Some people secretly put their extra pens away, so as not to be asked by the teacher.

Sitting in the same examination room, but the number of prizes is just a few, everyone is a competitor, who is willing to lend the pen.

At least in this test room, they are not willing.

"This..." In this case, the teacher is also embarrassed. He wants to procure, can't leave, other students are not willing to borrow, and he can't grab a strange student.

Qiao Nan took a deep breath and snorted: "Teacher, I can't do it. Can you lend me your red pen?"

"No, the rules set out in this essay competition must be written in blue and black pens, and the red pens are not." The teacher regrets that because there is no pen relationship, even the competition can not participate, this student is too unlucky. .

Qiao Nan’s eyes were red, even if she didn’t want to come to the game at the beginning, but she came here, but because she missed a pen, Qiao Nan was very unhappy and very unwilling.

The most important point is that she has prepared three pens, both new and usual.

It was clear that last night was good, and I can’t use it today. I have to say that there is no problem. She does not believe in death. Certainly someone has moved her things!

"Mr. Zhou, what happened?" At this time, several people stood outside the classroom.

“Principal.” When I saw one of the old people, Teacher Zhou quickly went out and said: “The student’s pen is broken, and other students have no extra pen to borrow. There is no way to test it.”

"..." The old principal's lips became a straight line: "The children are really, the results are important, but the morals have to learn and learn."

"Use me." The eyes kept looking at Qiao Nan, who was so anxious that his face was sweating. He said with a sigh of relief, and then took out a pen he had with him.

Today, he was running for his dad to come to school. I didn't expect to meet Joannan.

What I didn’t think of was that Qiao Nan’s child was debilitated. He met Jonan several times. Almost every time, Joanna was unlucky.

However, the eyes of those schools that looked at the examination room were filled with disapproval.

"I thank you for that student." The invigilator gave a sigh of relief. He really felt sorry for the little girl.

It seems that the teachers who have taken care of this student are definitely good students. The composition is not bad.

"No need to."

"This is the pen you want, use it quickly, don't delay the time." The invigilator handed the soaring pen to Qiao Nan: "But this is a pen, using ink. Be careful when you write, don't be in the ink. Before I did it, I erased the words."

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

"Don't thank me, he borrowed your pen. After you use it, you remember to give it back to him." The invigilator pointed out that the pen is soaring at the door. This pen is quite heavy and has a texture. It is estimated that it is not Cheap goods.

"Hey brother?" Seeing soaring, Joanna blinked: "Teacher, I know."

"Well, then you have to hurry and others have written a lot."

"Yeah." After Jo Nan had a sentence, she was already ten minutes late.

Losing this essay, she had a draft in her heart, otherwise she would not be able to write this essay.

In fact, Qiao Nan likes to write with a pen. This pen is especially good. The pen tip ink is very smooth. The slight touch makes Qiao Nan write "唰唰", and the hand speed is even faster than using a round pen.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Qiao Nan almost caught up with the progress of other students' essays.

Because of the relationship between the pens, the invigilator was particularly concerned about Qiao Nan, so he stood by Qiao Nan for a while.

When I saw Qiao Nan in such a short period of time, I wrote so much, and the invigilator looked at the contents written by Qiao Nan, his eyes were bright, and the pen-specific pen front, a beautiful and beautiful written It really makes people shine.

The ringtone has not ringed, and Qiao Nan has already finished writing the composition in advance.

When I was out of the examination room, some of the students who had not finished writing were crying and making troubles.

Qiao Nan looked at the exam easily, looking for a soaring, and then returned the pen to him.

Before I waited for Joe Nan to take a few steps, Teacher Li caught up: "Qiao Nan, how do you think this essay is written?"

"It's about the same as usual."

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

"Jonn, how are you here?" A voice rang from behind Joon.

"I am going to participate in the provincial city essay competition." Qiao Nan went back to see Joe.

"You, you, you also participate in the provincial city essay competition?" Joe Zi stuttered, a little scared, she did not hear anything.

"It turned out to be Joe Zi, you come to participate in the competition?" Teacher Li was surprised to see Joe Zi, how many levels of Joe Zi, Li teacher knows, when Joe can also come to the competition. Is there a shortage of places in the middle school?

There is a bonus for winning a junior high school essay competition, and of course there are high schools.

This is the case, the high school is still more popular than junior high school.

Qiao Zikai and Li’s words collided directly. Qiao Nan smiled and said: “When you come to the competition, I heard from my parents, but I didn’t expect that we would take a test at a school.”

"Oh, huh, huh." Joe Zixiao smiled very reluctantly: "Really, really good, Nan Nan, how are you writing?"

"Alright." Looking at Joe's face, his face looked more and more, and Joanna picked up his eyebrows. This essay contest, Joe did not write well, or else his face was so green?

"Okay, it's not early, we should go back." Patted Joan Nan's shoulder, Teacher Li did not say too much to Joe.

Qiao Nan followed Mr. Li and nodded to Joe and left.

When Jo Nan left, Joe's face immediately pulled down, gloomy, and then quickly went to find his classmates: "I heard that this provincial city essay competition, the middle school is also coming. You know the junior high school essay What is the question?"

"It seems to be the same as ours." The classmates took it for granted: "The teacher who said the exam questions is lazy enough. The middle school is the same as the high school, and I don't want one."

"Joe, don't you write your essay? This time you are really lucky." Joe Zi's language teacher walked with a smile: "The essay you showed me last time, just right. Can be used, you don't have to think about it. Have you written that composition?"

When it comes to Joe Zi, this student, the language teacher is also surprised.

Usually the performance is average, I did not expect a little aura in writing.

Otherwise, with Joe's performance, I can't let Joe come to participate in the essay competition.

"Write it up." Joe said dryly and said that he was not happy at all.

God knows that when Joe Zi sees the essay question, he is so happy that he wants to scream. It’s really helping me!

She didn't think that her luck was so good that she broke the watch. Not only did she rely on the composition of Qiao Nan, but she also got a chance to participate in the essay competition. The most unexpected thing was that she got it from Qiao Nan. The composition of the article is also exactly the same.

An essay, she can use it from the beginning to the end!

But after seeing the appearance of Qiao Nan, the good mood of Qiao Zikai no longer exists.

When Jonan came, he must have come to participate in the essay competition. The essay questions in the middle school and the high school competition are exactly the same. Can Joanna not write the essay?

Impossible, it should not be.

This is what Joanna wrote in peacetime. Qiao Nan should not be able to recite it. Will he write another article?

The more she wanted to be more guilty, the more she wanted to get her brain hurts. She prayed silently in her heart. She and Joanna’s composition should not hit the mountain.

Qiao Nan is not going to write a text, you can completely re-write an article, there is no need to slap an old one, Qiao Nan will not be so lazy?

After attending the essay competition, Joe Zizhen finally got home, but along the way, Joe's heart was not quiet, and it was very loud.

"Zi Zi, come back, how is the game tested, are there any confidence?" Joe Zi returned home, and of course got a warm welcome from Ding Jiayi.

"Mom, Nan Nan?"

"She is reading a book in the room."

"Mom, I have to go to Nannan beforehand, and I will tell you later." When I heard that Joanna was back, Joe Zi lost the bag to Ding Jiayi and went to Qiao Nan’s room: "Nan Nan, I have something to say to you."

"Say." Qiao Nan threw all the three pens that could not be used in the examination room today, and threw them into the trash.

After returning, Qiao Nan checked it carefully and found that his pen was broken.

Anyone who has used a round pen knows that if the round pen is smashed on the ground, it is easy to break the ink and can't write a word. Her three pens are broken by people.

Her schoolbag has been kept in the car. The people who do this are definitely not in other schools. The teacher will not do this kind of thing. Is it one of the other four people who participated in the competition with her today?

At a young age, this mind is too bad.

"Nan Nan, what is your essay question today?" If the information mastered by the classmates is wrong, then she has nothing to worry about.

“Mr. Li told me that our junior high school is the same as your high school essay.” Qiao Nan answered the question.

Really the same...

Joe Zi's face was stiff and stiff: "Nan Nan, what did you write about this game?"