Clapping her hands, the language teacher announced to everyone, “Alright, students, You may start writing. If you are unsure of any words, you can ask your parent for help.”
“Dad, I want to write about roses!”
“Sure. That is good.”
“But I don’t know how to spell ‘rose’.”
“Here, let dad write it out for you.”
“Mummy, mummy, I want to sing a praise for the Cathaya plant. Ah, orchids are not bad, too; the orchids we have at home are very pretty. Didn’t you say that they were extremely famous and expensive?”
Everyone started moving their pens.
Only Chenchen kept still for a long time. She was biting on her pen without writing a single word. In the end, she turned her head and looked at Zhang Ye, “Zhang Ye.”
Zhang Ye asked, “What?”
Chenchen’s heart did not miss a beat as she passed her pen to him, “Write it for me.”
Zhang Ye stared at her, “The teacher gave the assignment to you; we adults at most can teach you to write some unknown words. You are really thick skinned. Hurry up and write it yourself.”