Canton!
Sheng Ye Private High School.
"Premier Fang, it’s not that I don’t want to accept it," Teacher Zhang shook his head and sighed. The grass grows wildly, and the blood pressure keeps soaring..."
As Teacher Zhang said, he took out Fengyoujing and wiped it on his forehead, as if he was about to die young.
It's September, and the class he led has gone from the second to the third, and there are eight classes in the third. The sixth class he teaches can't be said to be dragging his feet, only that he is about to pull off his big pants.
What a crime, he has been teaching for many years, what kind of difficult students have never seen? But this year, I really can't take it anymore. He is a good teacher. He can't say that the entire class is rubbish. He can only put it euphemistically. This is simply a group of geniuses who are good at studying and only study at low scores.
With a benevolent smile on the round face of Chief Fang, he soothed: "Teacher Zhang, I know your hard work, but your six classes are already like this. There is really no more than one, and a lot less. , Isn't it? Can't let him go to another class, our Shengye High School is still looking forward to a few important lines this year."
He patted Teacher Zhang on the shoulder, "Moreover, this is what the principal meant. Yu Wenhuang has already enrolled in school and will come to report tomorrow. Don’t worry, I’ve seen this kid, he’s very well-behaved, and you think. He is younger than a junior in high school, so he can skip to the third year. He must not be mediocre."
Teacher Zhang raised his transcript tremblingly, only feeling that his white hair was growing again, "Yes, not mediocre, there are scores anyway, they are all in single digits, and the tests for single digits are also technical. Alive."
Fang Jichang said with a heart and soul: "We always say that teaching should not pay too much attention to scores. We must pay attention to morality, intelligence, and physical beauty... Uh, intelligence can't be too important.
After all, being able to test this score has nothing to do with the word wisdom, and even luck is not very good. There are so many multiple-choice questions that are not single digits.
Teacher Zhang looked at him, "Since Prefect Fang has such a high praise for this student Yu Wenhuang, why don't you let him go to your class?"
Prefect Fang smiled, and pushed the glasses that were shining wisely, "I don't really care, but the principal meant to let him go to Class 6."
Teacher Zhang collapsed his shoulders and accepted his fate.
"That's right, I'll invite you to dinner tonight." Seeing his face, Prefect Fang knew that the task was complete, and he secretly murmured in his heart.
"Premier Fang, I really don't understand, Yu Wenhuang's score is so low, how did he get into our high school? Our admission line is three hundred and fifty points." Teacher Zhang asked after admitting his fate.
Chief Fang said: "I only mentioned the admission line in the first year of high school. Now it is the third year of high school. He has transferred to another school. If he transfers to another school, he can afford the tuition."
In other words, it was not kicked out by other schools, but the information did not say which school kicked it out. Yes, no one wants to admit that this student once attended our school.
Shengye High School has the most expensive tuition among private schools in Guangzhou. Because of the low admission score, many private high schools have more than 400 scores. Shengye High School is three hundred and five hundred and five, and it immediately becomes a gathering place for scumbags.
Among them, Shengye High School is well-known in the entire high school world for the third and sixth classes. High schools also have a chain of contempt. Shengye High School is despised by the whole bank, and the sixth class is despised by the whole school, because so far, there is no one in their class. People can reach the qualification line in general subjects.
This kind of cultural performance is even more powerful than art students. As early as the first year of high school, those with poor grades were mobilized to transfer to art students. They insisted on arts and sciences, so the school took this group of students who insisted not to transfer to art students. The scumbags form a class on their own, which is called an experimental class, but in fact it is a mixture of scumbags.
That is the famous third and sixth class of senior high school.
The head teacher Zhang Mei, nicknamed Unlucky Zhang, is a senior teacher with 18 years of experience.
He clings to this resume, Yu Wenhuang, suddenly has a sense of sight of locusts crossing the border.
Juya Community, the duplex on the highest floor of the community, the Yuan family has just moved here, and the opposite is Shengye High School, which is very close.
It was Professor Yuan who insisted on moving here. The grandson is younger than the third year students. He also heard that this is a gathering place for scum. There are many incidents of campus bullying in the news. He must watch his grandson closely.
"I don't think I should enter this school." Mother Yuan sighed. Their family is a schoolmaster. Their daughter Yuan Qingling and son Yuan Qingzhou have been students in the top class since they were young. She is really not used to it.
"Grandma, I think this school is pretty good. It's close to my brother's school." Qixi said.
This is the school he chose by himself. It is not far away from the Huasheng Private High School. The admission score is 600 points. You can't get into it if you have money.
Huasheng High School is famous for its science subjects, with a cost-weighting rate as high as 50%, which is quite remarkable for private high schools.
If Coke is going to aerospace, it must enter a good school.
And Qixi wants to be a director, and he fancy the art class of Shengye High School, but only the experimental class accepts him, it does not matter, the experimental class is generally the best class in the grade, focusing on training.
"Sorrowful!" Yuan Qingzhou frowned as he looked at the computer, "Hedy's scores were mistyped, and they all reached single digits."
"Isn't it? How can you make a single digit?" Professor Yuan walked over and looked at it. It turned out that they were all single digits followed by a decimal point. "Are you too unreliable in doing things?"
"It was not printed by me. I wrote the number and called my assistant P." Yuan Qingzhou flipped out a piece of paper and saw that 85, 75, etc. were written on it, and there was something that looked like a decimal point in the middle, but that was not a decimal point. This is A piece of electrocardiogram paper, that is the point of the electrocardiogram.
"I drove her back when I went back, she was too careless."
"The road game is too good, can this score be included?" Yuan's mother was shocked.
"Transfer, it's not the admission line." Yuan Qingzhou turned around and patted Qixi on the shoulder. "Boy, go in and give them a surprise."
Qixi had just cut his hair, and he was less than fifteen years old. He was as tall as his uncle, with long legs, handsome, sunny, and handsome. How many times better than many teenage stars.
Yuan Qingzhou looked at him, really relieved.
On September 3rd, it has been more than a month since the third year of high school. Qixi Yuwenhuang stepped into the gate of Shengye High School. The school is fully boarded. Yesterday, his uncle had helped move the lodging stuff over, and he officially came to report today.
He went to the teacher's office first and knocked at the door, "Hello Teacher Zhang!"
Zhang Media raised his head and saw a handsome young man standing at the door. His eyebrows were really delicate. The sunshine was so handsome that people couldn't remove their eyes, and he was startled, "Are you?"
"Teacher, my name is Yu Wenhuang, and I will report for the first day today." Yu Wenhuang bowed to Teacher Zhang.
Teacher Zhang's mouth is half-opened, is he that number plus decimal point
How is it different from what you imagined? What a well-behaved and handsome child this looks like.
But for many years of teaching, he is well versed in the truth that people shouldn't look at their faces. Who knows how much destructive power is hidden behind the seemingly gentle and moist