After the last day of exams, Tan Qingchuan was very calm.
Sometimes it's just as simple as accepting your fate.
But deep down in my heart, I felt a little unwilling. I always wanted to see the results of Li Deli and others in other subjects, because Chinese and mathematics do not represent the whole. Maybe he fell behind in these two subjects, but did well in other subjects. Maybe Song Shiqiu was the best in these two subjects, but was relatively weak in other subjects? Maybe...
There are always too many thoughts in my mind, but I can't express them.
As the saying goes, only the opponent can understand the opponent. Tan Qingchuan understood very well that if a person like Wang Qi relied on Song Shiqiu, a top scholar, he could really climb to the top without hesitation. If he became the grade leader, the dean of studies, the vice principal and the principal in the future, the world of No. 1 Middle School would be completely changed!
He knew that there were such people in many schools. They were either powerful or good at scheming. Once they came in, it was like entering a sheep pen. Ordinary teachers had no background and did not know how to use tricks, so they were no match for such people.
They could only watch the other party rise like a rocket, becoming the head of the teaching group, the dean of studies, the vice-president, the party secretary, and even the principal. Anyone who stood in their way was disciplined, and they were surrounded by flatterers. The originally good school became a mess due to power struggles.
Of course, some of these people later fell from power due to disciplinary issues, while others became leaders in the direct-entry education system that had been causing trouble for thousands of years. These people left without a care in the world, and as a result, a good school became like cheese that was infested by these termites, with holes everywhere and in a mess.
Many teachers who have been working on the front line have lost their hearts and minds, and the quality of teaching has plummeted. Naturally, the school has fallen to the bottom.
Look at those half-dead zombie schools over the years, aren’t there enough examples
There is a person like Wang Qi in No. 1 High School. Just those actions, those attempts to hinder Tan Qingchuan's promotion, have actually aroused the vigilance of some veteran teachers and discerning people.
Many people supported Tan Qingchuan. Even when Wang Qi used Tan Qingchuan's lectures to make a fuss, saying that they did not conform to the spirit of the document, an old teacher who had never met Tan Qingchuan stood up and defended him in front of the principal, saying, "Teacher Tan's lectures have all kinds of problems, and he is being picked on for no reason. Should we old people be eliminated? If we eliminate all of them, will it allow the villains to do evil?"
Tan Qingchuan was very grateful for these generous helps.
He knew that everyone hoped that he could contain Wang Qi, not let people like Wang Qi succeed, and stop the spread of this trend. But in the end, it all came down to a competition of professional ability.
The reality is... it's really not optimistic.
In recent days, the grading group office has encountered various cases of people using connections to inquire about gossip, so much so that the Teaching Department has specifically reiterated the discipline, strictly prohibiting visitors during the grading period and leaving the grading area without permission. They have also added an inspection team to guard the grading area and prohibit unrelated personnel from entering.
In the grading office these days, teachers are either busy grading papers, or discussing with the team leader, or discussing how much points this student's answer should be given based on the degree of compliance with the question, whether this question is controversial, whether this student's answer exceeds the standard... Or when they see a strange essay, they pass it around, some nod, some shake their heads...
On the outside, the first-year high school students can only wait quietly for the final release of their grades.
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Song Jia, the English teacher of Class 9, finished the first two classes in the afternoon on Friday, but was not in a hurry to leave the office.
Even Qin Xizhen, the music teacher who only had one class in the afternoon, stayed until the end.
The midterm exam has been over for a day. Yesterday, there was news that the exam papers have been basically corrected and the results may be released today. However, this process is confidential, and the previous rumors are only possibilities. It is not certain whether they will be released today.
After a big exam, not only are the students in a state of panic, but the teachers are also worried.
This is not only a time to test students' performance, but also a time to test one's own teaching performance. Have those students digested the subject content that one has assigned, and how much have they learned
Scores, something cold and direct, tell the truth.
Whenever anyone mentions grades, everyone from students to teachers, parents, and even principals and leaders prick up their ears and become extremely sensitive. In the final analysis, this is an era where heroes are judged by their grades.
Tan Qingchuan hadn't slept well in the past few days and was quite tortured. He got up this morning, washed his face, saw his haggard self in the mirror, and smiled helplessly.
The smile was bitter and dry.
Thinking about the fact that the grading team has been working overtime these days, grading, and compiling statistics, and the results will be out soon, I actually felt a sense of fear that I dared not go to the office to face them. It was like there was a huge hurdle in life, like a judgment that was about to fall on my head.
It's almost afternoon already, and there's still no news from the Education and Science Group.
Some people think that the results probably won’t be released today. Tomorrow is Saturday and the whole school will continue with classes. If the results are not released tomorrow, they may have to be released on Monday of next week.
The last two classes of Class 9 in the afternoon are taught by Tan Qingchuan.
After the class bell rang, the teachers' office of Group A became empty again, and the setting sun shone in through the window.
In the huge office, there were only two teachers left: Song Jia and Qin Xizhen.
"Teacher Qin, aren't you going home yet?" Song Jia smiled and looked over.
Qin Xizhen responded, "I still have some lessons to prepare. I'll wait a little longer."
In fact, both of them knew what they were waiting for.
Being in the same class, they also have a sense of common hatred and common enemy, and everyone hopes that the class they teach can show good results in an exam. Qin Xizhen is concerned about the students and classes, and they are all waiting to see if the teaching and research group will come to hand down the results after school.
The clock ticked by, and when the hands pointed to past five, footsteps were heard in the corridor.
Song Jia and Qin Xizhen's ears pricked up. Then they saw a teacher walk in with a stack of file bags. They didn't know the person, but he looked familiar. He was a teacher from the teaching and research group of Grade 12.
The teacher walked in and looked at the empty office, then smiled at them and said, "Excuse me, where are the desks of Class 9's head teacher Tan Qingchuan, Class 10's Shao Chunhua, and Class 12's Wang Lei?"
The teacher took out a cowhide file bag with the names of the classes and head teachers written on the cover. "The scores and rankings of these three classes have been rushed out. I'll give them to them. They can take a look tonight and summarize their scores..."
Qin Xizhen and Song Jia stood up from the table at the same time.
Qin Xizhen was about to take a step, but paused. After all, she was not a professional teacher. Song Jia stepped forward and said, "Give it to me, and I will give it to them when the time comes."
"Okay, thank you!" The teacher from the teaching group took out three documents from the stack of files he was holding and handed them to Song Jia. Then he went out and distributed them to other teachers' offices.
Song Jia and Qin Xizhen looked at each other, and both of them hurriedly began to untie the ropes of the cowhide bag.
"Which class do you want to see? I teach Class 9. I want to see how Class 9's English scores are."
Qin Xizhen nodded, "I'll look at Class 12 first."
Qin Xizhen took the leather bag and took out several A4 papers from it.
Song Jia also hurriedly flipped through the report card of Class 9. The order inside was based on the packaging order when it came out of the printer. There were three pages of paper with the students' grades in various subjects printed on them in the form of a table, and the numbers in the table at the end were the rankings in the class.
However, these scores were not arranged in order of ranking. At this time, the teaching and research group was working overtime to mark and compile statistics, so the work of typesetting was not very particular.
Song Jia had just been flipping through the report cards when Tan Qingchuan, who had not stayed after class for the first time, walked into the office with his teacup in his hand. When he saw what the two teachers were holding, his face twitched, but his tone was very calm, "Oh, the report cards are out..."
He held up his stainless steel water cup, the label on it bleached and whitened with age.
Tan Qingchuan looked very calm, as if he was facing an ordinary job, and walked over. Song Jia didn't finish reading it, but this book belonged to the head teacher, so she handed the report card of Class 9 to Tan Qingchuan.
Tan Qingchuan was not in a hurry. He first poured hot water from the thermos on the ground into the cup, picked up the cup, and took the stack of papers from Song Jia. In fact, his heart paced up.
At this time, teachers came into the office one after another and looked at Tan Qingchuan. Someone immediately said, "Oh, the report cards are out!"
Tan Qingchuan nodded reservedly, picked up the teacup with his right hand and poured tea into it, while he spread out the report card with his left hand. In fact, his eyes were already searching it quickly.
I saw Zheng Qiuying!
Zheng Qiuying, just as I heard, math 35, Chinese 20, English 34... ranking in the class... fourth!
Um
Zheng Qiuying is not second
Tan Qingchuan's eyes moved like a exploratory radar, and this time he directly searched for the name.
Li Deli.
Found it.
Mathematics 37, Chinese 30, English 33, Physics 9, Chemistry 7, Biology 97, Politics 0, History 9, Physics 9.
Rank… 2.
2 what 2
Tan Qingchuan was a little confused for a moment.
2…
What about…
Tan Qingchuan twisted his fingers, and with his skillful movements he opened up the gaps between the three pieces of paper at once, revealing the number on the far right.
Where is it
Who is it? Come out...!
Tan Qingchuan took another sip of tea, took out the paper, and searched along the row of units.
Then stay still.
In countless eyes.
"Puff...!"
Tan Qingchuan sprayed out a mouthful of tea.