But Meng Zhijian got Jiang Fuyue's conditional consent, and turned around and went to the principal's office.
"Xiao Meng, sit down."
"Thanks."
"You came to me in such a hurry, what's the matter?"
"Yes!" He looked serious.
The headmaster couldn't help but sit up straight.
"The thing is..."
He roughly told the story, especially emphasizing Jiang Fuyue's talent in physical competition.
"This is a good thing! The class has been going downhill these years, and finding a good seedling is equivalent to seeing new hope."
"So I invited Jiang to join the Physics Class, but..." Although Meng Zhijian is only a physics teacher, he is also well versed in the art of speaking.
The principal asked: "Did you encounter any difficulties?"
"This classmate's family conditions are not very good, so I wanted to apply to you, can you give our Wujing class a monthly subsidy like the Mathematical Olympiad class?"
"This..." the headmaster frowned, looking puzzled, "It's not that I disagree, but that everyone has seen the results of the Wujing class in these years, and there is no sound, and there is no sound. The district's appropriation has been stopped since the year before last. , there are Mathematical Olympiad classes, because the higher-ups gave it. If possible, I certainly hope to take care of both ends, but the actual situation does not allow it.”
Meng Zhijian said seriously: "This is really not good."
headmaster:"?"
"Not only did it not achieve fairness in the disciplines, but it also deprived students of the right to use knowledge to create wealth, and it also dampened the enthusiasm of the students of No. 1 Middle School to explore the unknown and work hard in the field of physics in the future."
"This, so serious?" The principal was surprised.
Meng Zhijian nodded: "Very serious."
"But the Wujing class did not make people see hope, this is a fact."
"Jiang Fuyue is hope."
"What proof? Just based on what you said just now? How many test papers have you done? How much time did you spend? Xiaomeng, you are also a senior teacher. You don't need me to teach you the truth of your grades?"
Meng Zhijian fell silent.
The headmaster's tone was a bit slow: "...the third monthly exam will be held soon. If Jiang Fuyue can prove her own strength, then everything is negotiable. If not... it's better for the Wujing class to maintain the status quo."
It's not that he doesn't believe in Meng Zhijian, but that the Wu Jing class has been tossing around for so many years, and has tried every method without seeing the slightest splash.
What can Jiang Fuyue change
…
In any case, the monthly exam is still on schedule.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the Chinese exam begins.
The reading part is 70 points, including two categories: modern Chinese reading and ancient poetry reading.
Jiang Fuyue took half an hour to answer.
Next is the expression part, with a total of 80 points, including 20 for language use and 60 for writing.
Long before starting to write, when Jiang Fuyue browsed the whole volume, she read the composition topic of this time——
Li Qingzhao: Live as a hero, die as a ghost.
Wen Tianxiang: Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so keep a loyal heart to reflect the history.
Tao Yuanming: Take a glass of wine calmly, and a cup of tea in an ordinary way.
Huang Jingyuan: Blooming flowers look like brocades looking for peace, and light clouds and flowing water live this life.
Some people say that life should be full of vigor and vitality; some people say that plainness is also a kind of happiness.
Combining the content of the material, choosing an angle, drafting a topic, and writing an article of no less than 800 words; except for poetry, the style of writing is optional.
After thinking about the structure of the essay, Jiang Fuyue began to write.
Forty minutes before the end of the exam, Jiang Fuyue raised her hand.
"Student, what's the matter with you?"
"carry out an assignment."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the math test starts on time.
Thirty minutes later, Jiang Fuyue applied to submit the paper.
"You..." the invigilator was a little confused, "won't you check?"
"Need not."
"Now I can't get out of the examination room even if I hand in the paper."
"I know."
In the end, the invigilator accepted the test papers resentfully, and said to himself: I am used to being the last one, but now I don’t even insist on handing in the papers normally, probably because I am really planning to break the can...
Obviously, he knew Jiang Fuyue.
I still remember that when I first entered high school, this girl's grades were not bad, why did she become the bottom of the list within a few months
While sighing, he flipped through Jiang Fuyue's test paper, yo, it's really hard for her to fill in every blank.
The steps to answer the questions are also well-organized, especially the last finale question, which is densely written.
Tsk, scribbling is also a skill.
It never occurred to him that these answers might be correct, and he had no intention of proving them, after all...he was just a history teacher.
Another sigh escaped from his lips, and he looked up at Jiang Fuyue who was arranged to wait in the rest area, good guy, he slept soundly...
What Jiang Fuyue thought was that there were still 7 papers left in the Mathematical Olympiad test paper, and she should be able to finish it before nine o'clock in the evening, so she didn't need to stay up late...
The next morning, comprehensive science.
Biology and chemistry are not difficult, and physics is not bad.
However, although there was one elective question that only scored 5 points, it took Jiang Fuyue a quarter of an hour to figure it out.
After filling in the answers, the test paper was put aside, and she began to sleep.
After the last English test in the afternoon, the monthly test will be considered as the real end.
Back in the classroom, a bunch of people got together to check the answers.
Liu Bowen is surrounded in the middle, as if the stars support the moon, the premise is to ignore his crooked glasses.
After finally breaking free, this person leaned in front of Jiang Fuyue, grinning: "Boss, let's check the answer?"
Others may not know, but as the front desk, he knows Jiang Fuyue's true strength better than anyone else.
"Not interested in."
Liu Bowen was injured. He straightened his glasses and turned to touch his chest: "See? It's bleeding here."
Jiang Fuyue: "..."
Wan Xiutong: "Pfft!"
"I only ask one question, really!" Liu Bowen stared eagerly, like a pug, "How much is the first empty calculation of the physics selection question? Is it 0.88ms?"
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows.
Liu Bowen thought she hadn't remembered it, and reminded: "Just hang a small ball a under the string of length l, and the other end of the string is fixed on the ceiling at point O... remember?"
"0.8ms."
"Ah?" Liu Bowen was stunned.
Wan Xiutong pushed him: "What are you doing? Jiang Jiang has already given the answer."
"No... Are you sure you didn't miss an 8?"
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyes: "No."
"How come? It's clearly 0.88... I calculated it after half an hour, and I checked it again when I went back to check it. It can't be wrong!"
Jiang Fuyue didn't have any intention of arguing with him, she said "oh" lightly, and didn't say anything further.
"?" Why is she like this
angry.
Xu Jing came to the class to say a few words, and then announced that school was over, and everyone came out in a file, even their steps were lighter than usual.
In addition to breathing a sigh of relief after the exam, but also because tomorrow is Saturday, I don't have to go to school.
"Sister Yue, do you have an appointment in the game hall tomorrow morning?" Jiang Han chased after him, his fat body trembling.
"No."
"Relax, the exam is over anyway, the teacher said to combine work and rest balabala..."
Jiang Fuyue stopped, turned her head, expressionless: "You are very noisy."
"..." Shut up immediately.
"Also, speak human words, don't beat around the bush."
Jiang Han's eyes flickered slightly: "I didn't turn the corner..."
Jiang Fuyue walked away.