Chapter 152 Monkey (2/4)

"Okay." Li Zhuangsheng lowered his eyes, "But I have never taught anyone, and I don't know how to teach. I might disappoint you in the future."

Han Miaoyan took out the book from her arms with both hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay. This is the novel I wrote. Just spare some time to let me read it once in a while!"

Li Zhuangsheng took it and flipped through it casually: "How long did it take you to write this?"

Han Miaoyan looked a little shy: "For this one, it will probably take less than a week."

"What?" Li Zhuangsheng was surprised. "How many words are there?"

"It should be more than 20,000 words..."

"How much? Over 20,000 words? One week? Handwritten?"

"Is this a lot... or a little?" Han Miaoyan blinked.

Li Zhuangsheng felt ashamed and looked at Han Miaoyan again, with a hint of awe in his eyes: "Don't you usually go to class? How can you write so fast..."

"In Chinese class and some other minor subjects, I can write..." Han Miaoyan felt guilty, then coughed and raised her right hand, quite proudly, "I write very fast!"

"Okay..." Li Zhuangsheng's mouth twitched. After a long pause, he didn't know what to say, so he could only say angrily, "You still have to attend class seriously..."

What kind of hand speed monster is this? Writing 4,000 words a day while attending class?

Li Zhuangsheng reflected on himself for a moment. Before he started dating Hu Mengdie, he had rarely used the keyboard this much. No wonder he still failed after typing for so many years.

"Chinese class is boring..." Han Miaoyan pouted and shook her head gently, "I feel that many texts are not as good as what you wrote, Master!"

"Hey hey hey, I dare not, I dare not, I dare not!" Li Zhuangsheng waved his hands quickly.

"I think so too!" Zhu Zhixue rarely agreed with Han Miaoyan.

Li Zhuangsheng held his forehead with his hand: "So this is our gap..."

"Oh, but..."

"Hey! Do you know what the most basic ability as a writer is?" Li Zhuangsheng sat upright, acting as a big shot in front of a group of high school students.

Han Miaoyan's curiosity was aroused, and she stretched her neck to ask, "What is it?"

"Literary appreciation ability. Being able to distinguish the quality of a work is a basic skill for writers. Putting aside the quality of the author, the fact that the Chinese texts were selected into the textbooks is enough to prove that the content of the works is the best of the best. But you look down on them, which shows that your appreciation level is too poor."

"Is this important? I just think that the way you wrote it..." Han Miaoyan was a little unconvinced.

Li Zhuangsheng interrupted calmly: "Of course this is very important. Knowing good and evil will help you distinguish between what you can do and what you cannot do. Knowing the quality of an article will help you know where your article is good and where it is lacking."

Han Miaoyan was silent.

Li Zhuangsheng had an unfathomable calmness on his face: "In the future, you must listen carefully in Chinese class and read the texts carefully word by word. If you don't lay a good foundation, it will be difficult for your writing to improve."

"Okay, well said!" Zhang Qixiang clapped his hands cooperatively.

You talk a lot of big truths... But you usually daydream a lot in Chinese class, right? Zhu Zhixue thought. And Zhang Qixiang, weren't you your deskmate before? Why are you applauding?
Li Zhuangsheng smiled slightly, pretending to be a master. He was indeed talking nonsense, but it was not completely nonsense. Of course, the main reason he said this was to persuade Han Miaoyan not to write novels in class anymore.

Although studying is not everything, high school students should still study hard.

"Come see me once every two weeks. It's no use visiting too often. Firstly, I don't have the time, and secondly, there's too little content to understand."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Master!" Han Miaoyan nodded obediently.

"Thank you, Master. Han Miaoyan is definitely talented and will definitely surpass you in the future!" Zhang Qixiang also smiled and winked at Li Zhuangsheng. "You haven't read what I wrote, how can you know?"

Han Miaoyan scolded Zhang Qixiang unhappily, and Zhang Qixiang touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Oh, by the way, Master, what kind of books do you usually read? Let me write it down!" Han Miaoyan turned around and tried to please Li Zhuangsheng again.

I really can't stand it, Zhang Qixiang, you're making me laugh to death, you lick me like this, and I'm just thinking about pleasing others... As a bystander, Zhu Zhixue couldn't help but feel deep sympathy for Zhang Qixiang.

After everyone finished their meal and were about to leave the cafeteria, Li Zhuangsheng suddenly stopped and said, "You guys go first. I'm going to the cafeteria to buy a chicken drumstick. Zhu Zhixue, please come with me."

Zhang Qixiang gave Li Zhuangsheng a grateful look, then asked Han Miaoyan and her friends to go back to the teaching building first.

Zhu Zhixue smiled teasingly: "You have a good heart. You even created opportunities for him."

"It's probably useless." Li Zhuangsheng shook his head and walked quickly towards the cafeteria. "If she doesn't like it, she doesn't like it. No matter how much we do, it's useless. We can't pry open her heart and force Zhang Qixiang into it."

If you like someone, you like them. If you don't like someone, you don't like them. You can't get any feelings from them by licking them. Li Zhuangsheng recalled Zhang Qixiang's later girlfriends. None of them relied on licking...

It’s really hard to say whether it’s good or bad for Zhang Qixiang to become an emotional scumbag.

Zhu Zhixue was startled for a moment, then quickly followed.

"Master, give me two chicken legs, ouch..."

Walking into the canteen, Li Zhuangsheng asked for two chicken legs, but when he felt his pocket, he found that he had forgotten to bring his meal card or money because Zhang Qixiang said he would treat him.

"Didn't you bring your meal card? Use mine!"

Zhu Zhixue noticed the change in Li Zhuangsheng's expression and naturally took out her meal card.

"Thank you, thank you. I'll give you the money when I get back to the classroom!" Li Zhuangsheng gave him a grateful look.

"It's okay, this is just how much..." Zhu Zhixue swiped the card and shook her head generously, "Consider it my treat! Hey, Zhang Qixiang ran away, he should have paid for your dinner tonight!"

Li Zhuangsheng smiled and shook his head: "This is what I brought for Lin Yuehua, so don't let Zhang Qixiang pay for it."

"what?"

Zhu Zhixue stood there in a daze, and the hand holding the meal card trembled slightly.

The uncle in the cafeteria packed the chicken legs and handed them to Li Zhuangsheng. Li Zhuangsheng patted Zhu Zhixue's arm and said, "Let's go!"

Zhu Zhixue bit her lip and finally couldn't help laughing: "You and Lin Yuehua have such a good relationship that you even remember to bring her food!"

Li Zhuangsheng smiled and said, "She is my teacher. She teaches me all day long. It is not too much to treat her to two chicken legs. Confucius also paid tribute to his students. How can I let her work for nothing all day long?"

"With your grades, I feel I can teach you!" Zhu Zhixue grabbed Li Zhuangsheng's wrist angrily, very seriously.

"You only got 297 points in the midterm exam this time. Wait until you get 350 points." Li Zhuangsheng smiled frankly, "You should study hard first. Lin Yuehua got 393 points."

Zhu Zhixue trembled slightly, and a feeling of humiliation spread throughout her body.

"Just because my grades are better than Lin Yuehua's, do you not want her to teach you?"

Zhu Zhixue's blood boiled and impulsive words came out of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)