In fact, Jin Heng's grades have always been in the category of neither good nor bad. Even if they say they are not too bad, they are definitely not good. What is the strength level of everyone in the class? Teacher Yang probably has a good idea. Zhang paper carefully read it again, and it was really hard to believe that it was made by Jin Heng, and it was difficult to pick out mistakes even for the most easily lost essay questions.
You must know that the first place in the second class, Cen Qinghua, only scored 138 points in the test.
Teacher Yang has some doubts about whether she accidentally leaked the papers before, but after thinking about it, it is unlikely. Every time she looks for the test papers, she randomly takes them from the materials before class. In other words, she herself does not know. It is even more impossible for students to know what they will take the test.
Although Teacher Yang has just been the head teacher for a few years, she also knows that it is very important to take care of the students' self-esteem. She didn't say much, but called Jin Heng to the podium: "Jin Heng, come to the teacher's side."
Seeing this, Jin Heng got up from his seat and walked to the podium. It was now between classes, and no one noticed them.
Most teachers like good children, and Teacher Yang is no exception. She slowed down and said to Jin Heng, "I read the papers you wrote, and I have made great progress. Have you been tutoring outside recently?"
Jin Heng looked at the young female teacher, and after a while, he made up a reason: "The neighbors helped with tutoring."
He was silent and quiet, making it hard to suspect that this was a lie.
Teacher Yang nodded, and finally made sense in his heart: "You have made great progress, keep working hard, when you are in the third grade, the leaders above plan to divide it into another class. If you can squeeze into the rocket class, it will be easier to increase the focus in the future."
Taking the university entrance exam is a single-plank bridge with thousands of horses and horses, and it is also a process of constant elimination. With the increase of knowledge content, the performance gap between students will become larger and larger. Just like the second class, all the key seedlings cultivated by the school, the best elite teachers are in their class.
Class 6 is a well-known junk class. After graduation, it is estimated that he will be able to study in a junior college. If it is worse, he will go directly to work.
Jin Heng actually didn't care. He was more interested in cleaning up Jiang Shaolong's group than raising the point. Facing Teacher Yang's gaze, he nodded inexplicably, "Thank you, teacher."
Teacher Yang asked him to go back. In class, he praised Jin Heng so much that most of the people in the class looked at him. All kinds of eyes with unclear meaning were mixed together, and it was difficult to distinguish between good and evil. A hostility is the most obvious.
Jin Heng looked sideways and found that it was Jiang Shaolong's valet. Holding the pen, he wrote the words "Pang Yifan" stroke by stroke on the paper, and then made a big fork to penetrate the back of the paper.
Jiang Shaolong didn't come today. He heard that he had taken two days off from illness. People who didn't know it thought it was true, but the few people who followed him to clean up Jin Heng this morning didn't really believe it.
"Full score? 嘁… "
Pang Yifan's voice was not too loud or too small, just enough for the people around him to hear: "Who knows if it was copied."
Yeah, who knows if it was copied or not.
Jin Heng didn't make progress so fast, did he
This is the thinking of most people in the class. They always want a step-by-step process, not a sudden result, and the difficulty of this test paper is medium to low, even if the test is full, it is nothing to be unusual.
During the lunch break between classes, Pang Yifan and another boy walked up to Jin Heng, with a few strands of red in their hair, they looked like they were condescending.
"A full score in the test? It's pretty awesome."
Pang Yifan pushed Wang Hai away and sat on his desk carelessly, with his feet on the edge of the stool. He didn't need to think about leaving two dirty footprints. He took the test paper on Jin Heng's desk and glanced at it. , and then chuckled disdainfully, kneaded it into a ball in front of everyone's eyes, and threw it into the trash can with a swoosh.
The system thought to himself how this person could be so bad, and flew behind Pang Yifan angrily, hitting his head with his wings, but unfortunately because his body was in a state of nothingness, it did not cause any substantial attack.
Jin Heng looked at him quietly, did not speak, and rubbed his fingertips slightly, looking a little eager to move.
Pang Yifan was chewing gum, and his cheeks moved, making it clear that he was looking for fault: "Hey, where's Jiang Shaolong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a female voice suddenly sounded behind him: "It's strange, don't you know where Jiang Shaolong is? It's time to talk about uprising, don't run if you have the ability this morning."
Yan Na folded her arms and leaned against the door to watch the excitement. Her curly hair and heavy makeup were very different from girls of the same age. She was wearing a black suspender skirt and a denim jacket. clown.
Pang Yifan became angry when he heard this, and scolded a swear word: "You fucking mind your own business."
Yan Na smiled: "Why, you're not convinced? Hit me."
Of course, Pang Yifan didn't dare to hit him. Everyone in the class knew that her boyfriend was Xu Meng from Chongming, who got together with Wen Yan's gang. Anyone who dared to touch Yan Na's finger would be beaten and dropped out of school the next day. .
Pang Yifan said with an ugly face: "Don't run if you have the skills after school, just wait for me!"
Of course, he was just talking, so as not to lose face, he got off the table, kicked the chair in the way, and led the little servant to the toilet.
Yan Na glanced at Jin Heng, and saw that he was a soft bun with his head down. It didn't look like much. A boy was less stubborn than a girl. No wonder those people bullied him again and again, like a helper. Adou, who got up, curled his lips and looked away, without saying a word.
This is just a small episode today, but the reason behind it cannot be investigated deeply, because Yan Na has never been busy with her own business, and she has never had friendship with Jin Heng.
Tomorrow is the monthly grade exam. Tonight, the self-study teacher didn't stay too long, and asked the students to pull away the desks and chairs. After setting up the exam room, they left. The people in Class 6 were muttering, obviously not satisfied.
"Really, why do we have to set up the exam room every time, and the second class doesn't move."
"That's right, the grades are great, c'mon."
"A bunch of four-eyed nerds!"
Because the two classes share an English teacher, sometimes it is inevitable that they will be drawn out for comparison, and the sixth class has been abused every time. It was time for the late self-study class, and several students in the second class had planned to come over to familiarize themselves with the examination room, but they inadvertently heard this sentence while standing at the door.
Most of the top students are a bit arrogant, but they have nothing to do with the literati style. Cen Qinghua is always at the top of the ranking list and is the darling of the teacher's eyes. Because he stayed up all night studying, he wore a pair of beer bottle bottoms at a young age. With thick glasses, hearing the words consciously received the connotation, he smiled disdainfully, "Our class does not even have time to eat when we write papers every day. Your class is the least busy throughout the grades, so you should serve the people anyway. It doesn't make much difference whether you go to class or not."
A boy with a Coke can behind him spoke more directly: "The garbage class should be treated as a garbage class. There are so many words, so that you can look down on you when you set up the classroom, and treat it as waste recycling."
"In class today, I heard Mr. Yang say that your exams are in a mess again. You should go out to work as soon as possible. Studying here, you are tired, and the teacher is also tired."
This yin and yang scolding of Sang and scolding Huai was a firestorm, the sports committee of the sixth class couldn't hold back their temper, and went forward and grabbed Cen Qinghua's collar: "What the fuck are you talking about, tell Grandpa if you have the ability. once!"
Cen Qinghua raised his chin and said, "You say you are a trash class, why, why don't people tell you about trash? If you have the ability, just hit it here, I won't let you drop out of school, my surname is not Cen!"
They are all key seedlings of the school. They are different from the little transparent who are bullied and dare not say a word. They are full of confidence. They are really beaten and stabbed directly. But demerit punishment is definitely indispensable.
The sports committee snorted him: "What's so amazing about you, isn't it because your grades are better? I didn't even get a perfect score in the English test this time, so crazy about your grandma!"
Mr. Yang obviously didn't tell Class 2 that there was a full-mark paper in Class 6. Cen Qinghua sneered and asked, "Why, I can't get full marks, can you take it?"
Hearing this, the sports committee choked for a moment, then reacted, looked around the classroom, and finally pointed at Jin Heng who was wiping the blackboard on the podium and said, "I can't, he can, you have taken the third set of exams this time. More than 30, Jin Heng got a perfect score in the exam, what's the matter, do you really think you are the best in the world?"
Although everyone in Class 6 felt that Jin Heng copied it, or that he had a bad luck, but against Class 2, who had always hated it, it was rare for them to be unanimous. Ban Jinheng got a perfect score in the exam, why don't you come back with a perfect score when you are so awesome, it really makes people laugh out loud."
"That's it, more than 130 points, what madness!"
Hearing this, Jin Heng glanced at the door and lightly clapped the dust on his hands, obviously not quite understanding how the two classes of scolding involved him, but he was not interested. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pang Yifan walking out of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back, went to the seat to pick up his schoolbag, and followed with a step, and the quarrel between the two classes could be vaguely heard behind him.
"Full marks? The people in your class are really capable of making up random grades. The editors also make up reliable grades. Don't you really think that just copying the answers is your real grade?"
"Fuck you TM who said who made it up, if you don't believe it, go ask Teacher Yang!"
"Oh, that's so powerful. If you have the ability, let him get a full score on the test, and I'll believe it if he gets a full score."
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It was already dark outside, the air was sultry, and after a while, a layer of sweat broke out on the back. Jin Heng followed Pang Yifan at a distance of five meters, remembering that the other party locked himself in the school in his previous life. For two days in the utility room, I slowly exhaled.
Rebirth is still somewhat useful, after all, no matter how many times these people are tortured, he will not feel tired.
Today, there are still a bunch of gangsters at the entrance of No. 6 Middle School, and people from Chongming are also there, but this time it is not for fighting, Xu Meng is just to pick up Yan Na from school, a group of tall and big teenagers gossip in twos and threes. But there was no sign of Wen Yan.
Jin Heng was accustomed to hiding a small knife in his sleeve. He stared at Pang Yifan's back with dark eyes. He was thinking about something when he suddenly saw Xu Meng and the others, and he couldn't help but paused thoughtfully.
"Excuse me... is Wen Yan there?"
The group of delinquent teenagers were smoking by the side of the road, and suddenly a clean voice sounded in their ears. The tone was quite polite, and they all raised their eyes subconsciously. As a result, they saw a boy in the uniform of No. 6 Middle School standing in front of them at some point, with facial features. Neat, with excellent bone appearance, clean like a handful of snow, it is an existence that is completely irrelevant to gangsters.