Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 833 - 457: 50-Minute Essay

Chapter 833: Chapter 457: 50-Minute Essay

The first period hadn’t ended when Yan Fei finished the composition, so he simply handed it in and then continued observing the white dinosaur, using his Chinese textbook as a cover.

Teacher Wen, with her big eyes, returned to the platform holding Yan Fei’s composition. When she flipped it open, several pages behind were also lifted. Seeing such a lengthy composition, she was instantly very pleased.

Then she quietly sat down, started to read the composition carefully and attentively from start to finish, and very clearly, a hint of confusion appeared on this big-eyed female teacher’s face...

Suchomimus? What kind of animal was that, exactly?

A beast of over ten meters? And it lived in groups?

Teacher Wen raised her head, looked around the classroom, and couldn’t help falling into deep thought...

A monster over ten meters long, with its head on the podium – its tail would have to reach the back wall of the classroom, right? No, that can’t be right, it seems the classroom isn’t big enough, is it?

So many giant monsters hunting together, what kind of animal could they hunt that would satisfy their hunger?

And what the heck is Onchopristis? Growing to seven or eight meters long with a sword-like thing with serrated edges at the front of its head?

This poor Chinese teacher felt as if her brain had turned into mush—on this small town, probably no one had seen "Jurassic Park," and most people weren’t even aware that such gargantuan creatures like dinosaurs once roamed the Earth. And girls weren’t like boys, seeking the bizarre, reading books about strange and extraordinary beasts...

So now, the teacher was truly bewildered!

The composition was well written, at least Yan had a photographic memory and, under pressure and enticement from girls, had read quite a number of books. He wrote earnestly and vividly, as if he was right there watching those monsters hunting another kind of monster—that was indeed the case; Yan Fei wrote based on what he saw, or else he wouldn’t have exceeded the word count.

But the teacher really didn’t know how to evaluate this composition. I asked for a familiar animal, is this monster really something you’re well acquainted with?

Until the class ended, that lost expression persisted in the teacher’s big eyes.

Usually, during composition class, if a student submitted an early and well-written composition, the teacher would show it as a form of encouragement to other students. But today, she decided to change this habit of hers. After all, school had just started, and the students were all newcomers; they wouldn’t know she had such a habit.

Comforting herself, the young Chinese teacher carried the composition and hurried towards the teacher’s office.

After seeing a familiar female teacher in the office, she quickly approached with the composition, asking for her colleague’s assistance in scoring it.

The white-haired, middle-aged teacher who helped with reviewing the composition had devoted most of her life to education. However, having ample teaching experience did not mean she was well-versed in biology.

In the end, after much consideration, they landed on a comment for the composition: "Rich imagination, fluent language, brilliant literary grace. But the content is off-topic. The student is indeed a bit clever, but we should not encourage this kind of writing. Because the examiners at the college entrance examination won’t give high marks for a made-up story, no matter how convincing. Therefore, you must discourage this desire to sensationalize..."

Seeing this, the big-eyed female teacher quickly interjected before her colleague could say anything more unpleasant, whispering a reminder, "The student who wrote this composition is Yan Fei."

"What? Yan Fei? Which Yan Fei?" The female teacher with graying hair was surprised.

"The one who raises cattle, that boss, Yan Fei." The teacher with large eyes confirmed confidently.

"Oh, him!" The teacher with graying hair pondered for a moment, recalling the delicious beef she had enjoyed over the summer break. "Boss Yan’s imagination is quite impressive, eh? The thought processes of a genius are indeed different from us ordinary folks; no wonder he can lead the villagers to wealth. And his literary talent isn’t half bad either; the boss really writes in a way that makes you feel as if you were right there."

"Special talents should indeed receive special treatment. He manages to attend classes despite his busy schedule; we should encourage him a bit. For now, give this essay a relatively high score, and we’ll see how he does with other essays later on. Although he might not even take the college entrance exam, you should still remind him when necessary. Just because we understand him doesn’t mean the teachers grading the college entrance exams will too—you’ll have to use your judgment on that one!"

Fine!

The teacher with large eyes held the essay and fell back into deep thought.

So, how should I remind him?

To suggest he write about cows the next time he writes about animals?

But there are way too many essays about cows. In a class of a hundred students, at least thirty are writing about the family’s old yellow cattle. And among those thirty students, ten essays inevitably contain the phrase "willing to plow the fields like an ox for the children"—in the remaining twenty, definitely ten will have "an old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop a thousand miles," and the last ten will use "the old bull knows the sun is setting yet needs no whip to start kicking."

Honestly, after several years of teaching, every time I read such essays, the young female teacher feels like she can smell the cow dung...

Right, I heard Boss Yan also raises tigers. I could remind him to write about tigers.

After some thought, the teacher with large eyes returned to her desk and solemnly wrote with a red pen: Fluent sentences, exceptional flair, vivid descriptions, good!

Then she marked the score: fifty points.

In high school essays, a full score is sixty points. How other places grade I’m not sure, but here at Sancha River High School, essay scores are generally low—anything above forty is considered good. A fifty is an excellent score within the good essays.

Yan Fei, pretending to doze off but actually watching the White dinosaurs, didn’t realize that his essay had caused such trouble for this young female teacher he had just met.

Of course, no one else would get to see this essay, and even if they did, most would probably find Boss Yan’s thoughts original.

So, nobody would know that if this short essay of a few hundred words were seen by paleontologists, it might very well be treasured and even spark some debate.

The essay described the migratory habits of Onchopristis and the lifestyle of Suchomimus, along with their appearance, which was entirely different from what current paleontologists have concluded. Who knows how many years paleontologists would have to work to reach the conclusions written in this essay.

Unfortunately, at present, the essay scores only fifty points. That’s only because Boss Yan has considerable clout. If it were any other student, they’d probably be met with the teacher’s stern gaze and a fierce scolding, with advice to write something more common like cats and dogs in the future...