"The teacher's demands are too high, otherwise, tell me where it's not written well?"
"If I knew, I would have corrected it immediately, would I still be here? I came because I don't know where it's wrong, waiting to find the flaws and then fix them."
But Manbao obviously couldn't convince Bai Shanbao, and the two children's argument got heated in front of a group of adults; they started quarreling, and in the end, Bai Shanbao angrily said, "Then give me back what I wrote. I don't want to write with you anymore."
"Give it back then, I don't want to write with you either," Manbao retorted, pulling over the cloth bag that hung in front of her chest. This was a larger version that Ms. He had made from saved scraps of fabric according to her instructions; it could hold a lot of things, even more convenient than the Small book box.
Manbao opened the bag and took out a stack of thick paper, briskly unfolding it and searching for the pages Bai Shanbao had written.
