Ding Jianhui: “?”
Discuss the contest questions.
A very normal scene.
But when Jiang Zhihuo said this long series of ideas for solving the problem... it sounded so weird! !
Jiang University's school bully! Jiang is making rapid progress!
Is he someone who can solve the competition questions? ! ! !
As a teacher, Ding Jianhui did not show any overly emotional side. He just turned to Jiang Zhihuo with a puzzled look: "?"
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
He said "Fuck" in his heart.
There is a complete difference between voluntarily telling the truth and being forced to reveal one's identity.
The top students had been waiting for the answer all night and could no longer sit still. Their eyes were all focused on Jiang Zhihuo.
Jiang Zhihuo pretended he saw nothing and sat back in his seat stiffly.
The bell for class rang. Ding Jianhui didn't ask any more questions. He clicked on the video that was originally going to be played and started the class.
While turning his back to write on the blackboard, Jiang Zhihuo propped up his chin and scribbled casually on the test paper. In a transparent folder next to him were several qualified reports and identity certificates.
As for how to explain to the top students why he pretended to be a poor student, Jiang Zhihuo's plan was not that complicated.
As a student, Jiang Zhihuo doesn't have to do anything else but ask the teacher for help.
Some things cannot be said to too many people, and asking Ding Jianhui to help explain them clearly is much more effective than repeating them yourself.
As soon as the bell rang, Jiang Zhihuo followed Ding Jianhui into the office.
"Teacher." Jiang Zhihuo, "I have something to say."
Ding Jianhui put down the textbook, added wolfberries into the cup, turned around and took a cup of hot water, holding it in his hands.
There were no other teachers in the office, so Ding Jianhui asked, "What's wrong? Are you having any problems with your studies?"
"That's not the case."
"By the way, what's going on in the variety show?"
"That's what I wanted to talk about." Jiang Zhihuo took out the materials from the folder one by one.
Ding Jianhui tilted his head and saw what was on the table, and his body paused slightly.
-Profiling psychology certificate, criminal investigation and criminology examination certificates, and other course examination results certificates.
In addition, there is also an identity certificate.
To participate in a case investigation, one must pass an identity check, comply with a series of arrangements, and complete all courses with satisfactory grades. One cannot just casually join the investigation team.
Jiang Zhihuo took two classes off in the morning just to get these things.
Ding Jianhui blinked hard.
He blinked again.
The font you see remains unchanged.
Ding Jianhui suspected that he had read it wrong, so he slowly read out the words written on the ID card: "Jiang Zhihuo, Senior Investigator of the Police Station?"
"It was before, but not now." Jiang Zhihuo said.
"Hmm?" Ding Jianhui put down his wolfberry tea, picked up the ID and read it again, then flipped through the transcripts on the table one by one, then turned around and stared at Jiang Zhihuo in shock. He was about to speak -
"I'm sorry, teacher." Jiang Zhihuo confessed before Ding Jianhui asked, "Because I needed to keep it confidential, I never said it before."
Jiang Zhihuo used brief words to tell Ding Jianhui what he could say.
Ding Jianhui took a sip of wolfberry tea with shaking hands, and couldn't believe it: "Before, you were involved in the investigation of the case. In order to conceal your identity and eliminate suspicion, you have been... pretending to be a poor student?"
"Hmm..." Jiang Zhihuo nodded with difficulty, "I can't tell too many people at once, I hope the teacher can help me explain it to everyone."
He was not worried that Ding Jianhui would talk nonsense everywhere. Ding Jianhui was not that kind of person. With his identity card, he could explain the whole thing more clearly and briefly.
People may lie, but the official seal of the police station cannot.
"Wait a minute." Ding Jianhui looked through the documents again and took out Jiang Zhihuo's transcript. He had compiled a list of every student's grades on the computer from the time they were divided into different majors in their second year of high school to the present.
Jiang Zhihuo, his early grades were all in the red and his scores were terrible.
After the third year of high school, he began to make rapid progress, from 330 to 530 in just one semester, and improved from a score that could not be admitted to a college to a score that could at least get into a top university.
Ding Jianhui: "Were your previous achievements fake?"
"I'm sorry." Jiang Zhihuo said sincerely.
I have dragged down the class average, so I deserve an apology.
Ding Jianhui glanced at the screen with a complicated expression, then turned to Jiang Zhihuo.
Just when Jiang Zhihuo thought that Old Ding would most likely continue to ask about his grades, Ding Jianhui let out a long sigh of relief: "So, you were originally able to score over 500? Did you skip class because you needed to go out for an investigation?"
"Ah?" Jiang Zhihuo was slightly startled. "That's about right."
Ding Jianhui patted Jiang Zhihuo on the shoulder and said with relief: "That's great. I was worried that you were resistant to learning and couldn't find your way to the future. Now that I know there are other reasons, I feel relieved."
These words were really unexpected. Jiang Zhihuo asked, "Why don't you ask a few more questions?"
Ding Jianhui smiled, collected the materials one by one, put them into a folder, and said, "The identity certificates have been issued, no need to ask more. In any case, it is your own business. You need the teacher's help to explain it now. The teacher will definitely explain it clearly to the students."
"But since you are willing to say it, don't hide your ability in the exam two days later. Show your true level, okay?"
"Okay." Jiang Zhihuo nodded in agreement.
After Jiang Zhihuo walked out of the office, Ding Jianhui took another look at Jiang Zhihuo's past achievements.
Jiang Zhihuo told him this, and although he was shocked, it did make Ding Jianhui feel a lot more at ease.
The most important thing for a student is not grades, but for the college entrance examination, grades are the most important part.
Since the beginning of the school year, Jiang Zhihuo's grades have been improving, which makes Ding Jianhui feel gratified. If he can maintain a score of over 500 and work hard to get close to 600, he will no longer have to worry about the college entrance examination.
Ding Jianhui took another sip of wolfberry tea.
In a classroom, everyone maintained the same posture, stretching their necks and looking out the window desperately.
As soon as Jiang Zhihuo came in, the boy sitting in the front row immediately grabbed him and closed the door.
"Brother Huo, what's going on? Can you tell us now?!"
"What did you just say to Lao Ding?"
"Hurry up and tell me. If you don't tell the truth, I will torture you!"
Jiang Zhihuo took a step back, and the top students formed a circle around him. Jiang Zhihuo took a deep breath, bent down and bowed deeply, and said in a very sincere tone: "I am really sorry. Due to some reasons, I had to hide it from everyone. I have been dragging down the average score. I am very sorry."
A heartfelt apology.
It is really hard to explain the matter of concealing grades. The top students wanted to help sincerely, but I never told the truth.
Jiang Zhihuo: "Thank you very much for your help. I'm sorry, it's my fault."
Two consecutive apologies instantly covered up the uncomfortable feelings in the top students' hearts caused by being kept in the dark.
To be honest, the top students don't care too much about the class average score. It would be best if it can be improved. Otherwise, they won't have a good relationship with Jiang Zhihuo, who always holds them back, and always want to help him.
"Why didn't you say it before?" asked the squad leader.
"It's hard to say." Jiang Zhihuo said, "I originally planned to go up little by little. It's not that scary."
"If you didn't want to be discovered, why didn't you ask the production team to cut this part?"
Speaking of this, Jiang Zhihuo felt helpless: "How would I know that they started recording from then on? Besides, why would he give me, a passerby, so many shots!"
"Because passers-by are more handsome than trainees!"
Jiang Zhihuo said sorry, and he also said there was a special reason. After being shocked, the academic masters naturally didn't continue to ask questions, and the topic went off track. The girls asked the trainees who participated in picku101 and asked about the recording scene in the library. Jiang Zhihuo answered a few that he remembered, and also shared the signatures of Yun Xiaoxu and two other team members.
Not long after, someone else asked: "Brother Huo, I suddenly remembered something!"
"What?"
"How well could you do on the previous exams?"
The difficulty of the few exams he had encountered so far was not too high. Jiang Zhihuo said: "I haven't calculated it specifically, but it's not low anyway."
In the class meeting that afternoon, Ding Jianhui briefly explained Jiang Zhihuo's situation: "Our classmate Zhihuo had to hide his true academic performance from everyone due to family reasons. Regarding personal privacy, I hope that students will not ask too much. However, in terms of study, everyone can supervise each other. I am now looking forward to Zhihuo's performance in the exam in two days."
Curiosity came and went quickly. Jiang Zhihuo treated everyone in the class to a cup of milk tea, but his relationship with the top students did not become distant because of his concealment.
The exam two days later is just a small stage test. The senior high school teaching and research group will set the questions independently, and all students will participate at the same time. It will be from 7 am to 10 pm. Science and comprehensive subjects will be tested separately, and there is no need to change the examination room. Everyone will take the exam in their own class.
Now that the results were known, Jiang Zhihuo no longer had to hide them. This time he didn't hold back at all and took the test seriously for the entire day.
Yan Mu still did not participate in this test.
Yan Xueshen won first place in the national competition. He has been frequently called to meetings these past two days. After deciding to go through the admission process, he has to start preparing materials and understanding the procedures. Although he doesn't have to attend classes, he is busy all day long.
When I returned to my residence, Jiang Zhihuo was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, talking on the phone with the speakerphone on. In his arms was a bag of potato chips, which he bought on the way back because he was greedy.
"Huo, how was your little test?"
The voice sounded like Zongbei.
"I heard from Chang Luo that you did very well in the exam?"
"Yeah." Jiang Zhihuo threw a potato chip into his mouth. "Hello, Court. I was worried that you would be scared."
"How good?"
"First in the grade, I guess?"
“Then I might really be scared.”
Yan Mu put on slippers and walked to Jiang Zhihuo. He leaned over and kissed him behind his ear. The light touch on his lips felt a little itchy, so Jiang Zhihuo turned his head away and handed Yan Mu some potato chips.
Yan Mu didn't take it with his hands, but just pursed his lips and took it away.
"Really, I'm not kidding." Jiang Zhihuo gave Zongbei a shot of prevention, "For some reason, I had to hide my grades. Now it's over, I have to slowly improve my grades."
Zong Bei couldn't believe it. Jiang Zhihuo had said this to him countless times, and each time he either avoided making up lessons or avoided exams: "What you said is very similar to my daily fantasy that I am a hidden rich second generation. I can't reveal my identity unless it is absolutely necessary."
Jiang Zhihuo shrugged silently.
Yan Mu hugged him from behind and sniffed the back of his neck.
The pheromone suppression patch was less effective, and if you got close, you could smell a faint aroma of alcohol. The wound next to the gland had long since scabbed over, and Jiang Zhihuo felt that it was too ugly to leave the black patch on his neck, so he put on a Band-Aid every day before going out.
Yan Mu kissed the Band-Aid again.
On the other side of the phone, Zong Bei didn't believe Jiang Zhihuo's words. He chatted for a few words and said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, Huo, I'll wait for your results! I'm home now, I have to hang up first."
"Go ahead." Jiang Zhihuo hung up the phone helplessly and looked up at Yan Mu.
Yan Mu has been running around for materials lately, and in a few days he will go to the capital to take the B university exam.
The difficulty of the exam is definitely not that great for Yan Mu. Yan Mu can be considered as someone who has one foot in B University.
But you can’t set goals before the exam, otherwise you will fail.
"Come on, Brother Yan." Jiang Zhihuo said.
The two of them were one sitting and one standing, one looking up and the other looking down, their eyes completely intertwined. Yan Mu lowered his head and bit Jiang Zhihuo's lower lip.
It was a very quiet kiss, affectionate and soft. Jiang Zhihuo closed his eyes, his eyelashes cast a shadow, and then he bit the corner of his lips gently, tilted his head, smiled, and said with a joking tone of disdain: "It tastes like potato chips."
When staying with Yan Mu, Jiang Zhihuo seldom checked his phone and did not notice the messages in the class group.
-How was the quiz
-It's just an average level, just perform normally.
-I am more looking forward to how much score Huo Ge will get in the exam than myself.
-If you can do competition questions, your score must be high!
-It must be more than five hundred and three, my blind guess is six hundred!
-Six hundred? Me too!
-Six hundred is in the top fifteen in our class, right? I have some confidence in our Huo brother, so I will blindly guess six hundred and one! !
- Is your confidence worth 10 points
-What's wrong with 10 points? Huh? 10 points can kill more than a thousand people!
In the morning, Ding Jianhui arrived at the office early as usual.
The speed of grading test papers in No. 1 Middle School is very fast. Teachers from all grade groups grade the papers together. The test is taken the day before and the results are available the next day.
After the last exam last night, the teachers worked overtime to mark the papers and submitted them to the teachers in charge of statistics and registration.
Ding Jianhui had just finished making wolfberry tea, this time adding a few chrysanthemums, and brewing it with hot water. The teacher who was going to record the results appeared in front of him with a few test papers in his hand.
"Old Ding." The teacher looked serious, "Did anyone in your class cheat?"
"Cheating?" Ding Jianhui asked, "No, what's wrong?"
The teacher spread the test paper in front of Ding Jianhui: "So what's going on?"
The test papers were folded together, just covering the side where the score and name were written, but Ding Jianhui still recognized Jiang Zhihuo's handwriting at a glance.
It seems that Jiang Zhihuo did not hide his results this time, and he must have done very well. Judging from the teacher's reaction, he must have scored 600 points. After all, 600 points can get him into a pretty good school, and for Jiang Zhihuo before, 600 points was indeed a surprising score.
Ding Jianhui drank a sip of wolfberry chrysanthemum tea slowly and explained: "It's classmate Zhihuo. There are some inside stories. I was quite surprised when I found out. His grades are actually..."
He flipped open the test paper while talking, and when he saw the result, he suddenly paused: "What the hell??"
There are six test papers on the table, with a full score of 750.
Jiang Zhihuo from Class 1, Grade 3, total score: 739.
I got almost full marks in mathematics and comprehensive science, and the remaining points were all deducted due to the composition.
The total score was a full 59 points higher than the second place.
Ding Jianhui:
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