After Mr. Wen inserted a section, he continued to check again.
At Gu Chengyu's spot, he picked up the paper Gu Chengyu had written last night. Mr. Wen's fingers slightly curled, rubbing the yellowed paper. Just for a moment, he put down the paper without saying anything and moved on.
Gu Chengyu felt that Mr. Wen's attitude toward his evident talent seemed somewhat subtle.
No one was happier than Ma Junhui; indeed, yesterday must have been a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse, otherwise, why didn't the teacher praise him? Ma Junhui seemed to see the dawn of hope; at this moment, he was full of enthusiasm for learning, looking at the Three Character Classic in his hand, filled with ambition.
Gu Chengyu was immersed in his own thoughts, but suddenly heard the teacher's roar from behind: "Is this the homework you want to submit? Such a perfunctory job, truly infuriating to this old man!"
