Not only did Yue Tingfeng answer the question correctly, but his handwriting was also very neat and decisive. Every stroke he wrote was very powerful. You could tell at a glance that he was confident when he wrote.
Choose, fill in the blanks, judge right or wrong, no one is wrong, right, right, all are right.
As for the subsequent essay, all Chinese teachers know that although the essay accounts for a lot of points, it is a very subjective question. The score cannot be judged very clearly like a math question.
However, as long as there is no digression, as long as the writing is neat and clean, and there are not too many typos, basically the score will not be particularly low.
Therefore, when the Chinese language teachers in the second grade of junior high school looked at Yue Tingfeng's already elegant handwriting, they felt a little excited. It seemed that a miracle had already happened.
Although the Chinese teachers have heard the sound of their faces being slapped, it is not important. None of this is important. What is important is... If this kid really has real material, how many times will they be beaten? It's all worth it.
Teacher Wu looked at the older and more fiery eyes of the second-grade Chinese teachers, and felt his heart ached even more. He had discovered the treasure of Yue Tingfeng.
However, he knew that soon, this huge treasure would be divided up.
And he could only watch helplessly, helpless.
In a 40-minute class, Yue Tingfeng wrote down the last period. There were exactly 8 minutes left before get out of class ended.
The composition is not post-mathematics. There are quite a lot of words to write. Although Yue Tingfeng has written very concisely, the 800-word composition cannot be too short.
Putting down his pen, Yue Tingfeng took a look at the dense composition and stood up: "I've finished writing."
The Chinese teachers sitting in the audience who were looking forward to it rushed forward almost immediately.
Before anything happened, those Chinese teachers were already making money.
"Let me see, let me see..."
"Lao Li, why are you so anxious? Let me take a look first..."
"If you keep pulling at the paper, it will tear into pieces. Put it down and let's all read it together."
In the end, the Chinese teachers had no choice but to put it down and gathered around Yue Tingfeng's composition to read it together.
After reading it, all the teachers felt in their hearts that today's test was so worth it. Geniuses are indeed different from ordinary people. This kid... is not ordinary!
Several teachers graded it on the spot. For a 100-point Chinese paper, 40% was for composition. Yue Tingfeng scored 60% for the previous question. Even if they randomly gave him a few points for composition, he would have passed.
Teacher A said: "I will give you 35 points for this essay."
Teacher B immediately refuted: "35 points? Don't be kidding. For such a good composition, with clear ideas, neat handwriting, and elegant fonts, there is not a single typo. 39 points is definitely not a lot."
Teacher C: "This composition is indeed good, but 39 is a bit high. I think 37 and 38 are both good."
Although several Chinese teachers have a little dispute over the scores, there is no doubt that Yue Tingfeng's essay score was at least 35 points. In this way, his Chinese score was at least 95 points, which was a perfect pass.
Yue Tingfeng stood on the stage, watching the teachers arguing over his score. He rolled his eyes. It didn't matter how many points he got, why not just give him the result quickly
He glanced at Xia Anlan, who was sitting far away in the audience, and met his eyes.
Yue Tingfeng immediately snorted arrogantly, as if to say: Look, Master, I must be awesome.