Private school teachers are extremely efficient. The exams were over last Thursday and Friday, and after a weekend, the answer sheets were distributed on Monday.
The first class was math class. The math teacher was middle-aged, with a round face and a slightly high hairline. He was in danger of going bald. He always wore a lapel shirt and dark pants, and a belt that tightened his fat belly. He looked quite amiable, but students privately called him "Li Baopi."
Because he had a particularly fatal operation. After each exam, he would announce the scores of each student when handing out the test papers. He would announce the scores of those with high scores, and would announce the scores of those with low scores in public. If someone only scored 20 or 30 points, then it was over. Not only would he announce it once, he would also display the person's test paper in a circle in the classroom.
This approach disgusted many students and hurt their self-esteem, but Li Baopi was really capable. The average math scores of the students he taught were much higher than those in other classes, and were the highest among non-elite classes. So even if parents came to complain, the school would at most give suggestions, suggesting that their children be transferred to other classes. However, no parent has actually transferred their child to another class so far.
Li Zuocong walked into the classroom as the bell rang. When the students saw the graded test papers in his hands, they immediately groaned.
Teacher Li smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, "Students, we had our second monthly exam last week and the results are out. I'm sure everyone feels that this exam is a little more difficult than the last one."
"More than a little!"
“It’s simply not something a human could do.”
"Yes, teacher, look at me, I've become bald from doing so much homework." These suggestive words caused a small burst of laughter in the classroom.
Li Zuocong smiled as he watched them make a fuss. When they all quieted down, he said, "It is somewhat difficult, but it is within a reasonable range. If it was really that difficult, how did others score over 140 points?"
Someone else shouted, "Teacher, you can't compare us with the elite class."
"That's right. He is an excellent student, and we are all poor students. We can't compare."
"Who said it's the elite class? I was talking about the students in our class." Li Zuocong said with a smile.
"Our class?" The classroom suddenly became noisy. "That's impossible!"
"Teacher, are you so greedy for the results of the elite class that you misread the scores?"
"I think so too. There is a genius in our class? How come I don't know about it?"
Seeing that the buzz of discussion never stopped, Li Zuocong knocked on the podium table to quiet them down. "Okay, let me briefly talk about the test results. The total score is 150. Twelve people in our class scored above 90 points, which means there are still 17 people who failed. The average score is 89.7, which is just barely passing. Excluding the elite class, the average score of the grade is 81.3. Overall, the test results are not good, but not too bad. I hope you can continue to work hard."
"Teacher, stop talking about this. It's just a few points. Just tell me who got 140 in our class."
"That's right, let that great god come out and give us a lesson."
Li Zuocong shook his head helplessly, put down the notebook in his hand where he recorded the data, picked up the top sheet of the test paper, looked at it carefully, and said, "The test paper was corrected by all the teachers together. I just got it this morning. This student scored 141 points. He got the last multiple-choice question and the fill-in-the-blank question wrong, but got all the following questions right. He even got the last small question of the last big question right. This small question was of competition difficulty. Several students in the elite class also got it right, but their methods were not as simple as those of our students—"
The students below couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Teacher, you said a lot, but you said who he is."
"Don't lay the groundwork. I admit that you have successfully attracted our attention. Please just tell us now!"
Li Zuocong smiled, then slowly asked, "Who is classmate Su Yi?"
All of a sudden, everyone turned their heads and looked towards the first group of corners by the window.
Su Yi sat there quietly, looking back at everyone with an innocent look on her face.
Li Zuocong read her test paper over and over again before giving it to her.
Except for the first place who stood out from the crowd with a score of over 140, the second place was normal with 120, and the score became lower and lower after that. The last place had a score of over 30, but he still ranked first in the class.
However, this time, Li Zuocong specially circulated Su Yi's test paper to the whole class.
For some students, a score of over 140 is just a concept. Only when they see the test paper do they truly know what a high score means.
There were only two points where you lost points in the entire answer sheet, and the rest were all checked. Not to mention the beautiful handwriting and neat appearance of the paper, all the steps were concise and neat, without even a single place for erasure.
For the first time, they realized that the originally boring test papers can sometimes be pleasing to the eye.
In this math test, some students in the elite class scored full marks, but Su Yi's test paper had been studied by other teachers in the math group before. Not only because she was not a student in the elite class, but also because her solution to the last sub-question of the last question was the best and easiest among all the students.
However, when the other teachers saw that she got the first two questions wrong, they couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She could answer the questions of competition difficulty, but got the questions of normal difficulty wrong. Was this student a little careless
In fact, when Su Yi got the test paper, she did all the questions first, and then calculated how many points she needed to get. Because the 60th place student in the previous monthly exam scored 142 in mathematics, she planned to score 141, and nine points would be deducted. One multiple-choice question and one fill-in-the-blank question, wouldn't the total be exactly nine points
She changed the correct answer and wrote a random answer on the answer sheet.
She originally planned to just randomly answer the last big question, but after calculating again and again, she couldn't get the score right, so she gave up.
If she had known that this exam was going to be difficult, she would have skipped the entire test.
After the math class, Zhang Jiajia, Fang Yingying and others immediately surrounded Su Yi, each of them in disbelief.
"Su Yi, you're actually a top student! One hundred and forty! If I can get one hundred and forty, my parents will be so happy!"
"Just tell me, Sue, what else can't you do?"
Su Yi thought about it seriously and said honestly: "Neither of them, I'm not good at Chinese."
Zhang Jiajia waved her hands. "Don't worry, don't worry. People who are good at science are usually not good at Chinese. Math alone can pull up others' scores. What's there to be afraid of if you are poor at Chinese?"
After that, she said happily: "But my Chinese is not bad, that's my strong point."
The next class happened to be Chinese. The Chinese teacher was young and pretty, and she walked with a fragrant breeze. As soon as she came in, she said, "There is good news and bad news. I think everyone knows the bad news. The test results this time are not ideal. The average score is at the bottom of the grade."
The students were not surprised at all and asked: "What about the good news?"
The young teacher smiled mysteriously, "The good news is that there is a student in our class who scored 123 points, ranking third in the ordinary class. Guess who it is?"
She thought the students would rush to say what they thought the name was, but instead they were all silent for a while, looking at each other, and then said in unison: "Su Yi, right?"
"It must be Sue!"
"The great master of our class."
"You all know this?" The Chinese teacher looked confused, shrugged, and handed out the test papers.
Zhang Jiajia got her test paper, and the 3 bright red numbers 118 on it made her feel sad.
She was so stupid that she forgot that doing poorly on the exam as described by the top student was not the same as doing poorly on the exam as described by ordinary people.
She thought Su Yi was really not good at Chinese, what a liar!
In fact, she really blamed Su Yi wrongly. For other subjects, she would have her scores deducted when taking exams, but only Chinese was her real score, which was not faked at all. This could be seen from the fact that she wrote a lot of essays and tried hard to make up a good story, but the teacher ruthlessly deducted 18 points from her.
She really tried her best.
He got all the basic questions right, including correct spelling, idioms, and grammatical errors, but the style of work went astray from the reading comprehension onwards.
She really didn't understand. The question asked, what does the last sentence of the article, that bowl of cold braised pork, mean
She thought about it for a long time and wrote carefully: cold braised pork, no matter in terms of color, taste, nutrition, etc., cannot compare with the meat just out of the pot, blah blah... Then she attached the best way to cook braised pork, and if you really have to eat cold meat, how to eat it in order to preserve the flavor of the meat to the greatest extent.
Her writing was neat and her handwriting was beautiful, and it read more like a delicious food essay, but the teacher coldly gave it a big red cross and lost three points.
Because the correct answer is that it highlights the author's grief and depression, highlights the character's image, and expresses the expectation and yearning for beautiful things and life...
The big devil was very confused, very distressed, and very helpless. The teacher announced the answers and she memorized them quickly below.
After class, Zhang Jiajia came to Su Yi again. She originally planned to condemn the liar, but when she looked at Su Yi's test paper, she burst out laughing.
"Oh my god, Su Yi, how did you do that? The article is so depressing and heavy, and all you can think about is that the braised pork will taste bad if it gets cold?"
Sue snorted unwillingly.
Zhang Jiajia rubbed her belly and continued reading. When she saw Su Yi's composition, she burst into laughter and fell on her.
"Hey, the title is "Waiting", you can write anything you want, waiting for someone to go home, waiting for a rain, waiting for a gust of wind, it sounds literary and fresh, and it's easy to move people, right? But what the hell did you write about?"
Sue retorted, "I wrote to wait for grandma to come home."
“Yeah, you did write about waiting for grandma to come home,” Zhang Jiajia wiped the tears from her eyes, “but you were waiting for grandma so that she could cook dinner! Hahahaha… You even wrote down eight ways to eat blue crabs. Su Yi, you’re such a genius, hahahaha! The teacher is giving you face by only deducting 18 points!”
Su Yi let her laugh all over him, with a look of noble and coldness on her face.
Haha, this little thing called Chinese is still as unreasonable as ever.
The author has something to say: There will be another update tomorrow morning.