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Could I have an Autograph?

Second floor.

Along the corridor.

The sixth class' public lesson had ended early, so the parents had already come out. They were chatting outside, and those with smoking addictions even hid in the bathroom to smoke.

"Eh? Why is there such a commotion in the first class?"

"What's the matter? Is the teacher teaching?"

"It's not teaching; I heard the experimental class is writing compositions today."

"Oh, a student's essay? Let's go and take a look."

"Alright, but we should be quiet. There's the school's Leaders and teachers in there."

Soon, a number of curious parents had come outside of the first class. They had happened to hear Zhang Ye's recitation of that "Tribute to the White Poplar"!

A parent touched the goose bumps on his arm. He was alarmed.

The other parents were also stunned. A person looked at the other parent from before, "Friend, are you sure this is a composition written by an elementary school student?"

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