"This..." Qian Jianghai didn't understand what Ye Tang meant at all. How bad is Class 8? He, the principal knows best, that they are really a group of hopeless students who have given up treatment on their own.
Just like when she was autistic, he couldn't figure out her thoughts, and it was difficult to communicate with her. Her illness is cured, and her mind is deeper.
"Anyway, you can take the exam first."
Next to the principal’s room is the music classroom. The music classroom has been idle for more than ten years. Its interior is still decorated in the style of 40 or 50 years ago. The walls are hung with old coated paper frames by Beethoven, Chopin and others. Chairs stand on the table to make room. Now they are reduced to a place for piles of debris. There is an upright piano at the end of the classroom, covered with cloth. The cloth should be black because the dust is too thick and it has become Off-white.
Ye Tang can imagine that a few years ago, a talented music teacher was sitting in front of the piano, playing the piano while teaching students in homespun clothes to sing.
"You...you just sit...sit here," Tian Wen walked to the first row and took a chair from the table. Old-fashioned solid wood desks and chairs, with paint peeling off and corroded, showing signs of many years. There was also very thick dust. When the dust rose, Tian Wen sneezed a few times.
He took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the tables and chairs clean, "You...you sit here...here," he said to Ye Tang.
"Thank you Teacher Tian."
Tian Wen's eyes were dazzled by Ye Tang's smile, and there was a shy smile under the black./frame glasses, "No...you're welcome," the man in his thirties still had a hint of college student's straightforwardness.
Teacher Tian is really attentive, and Ye Tang came from the class room empty-handed. And he has helped her prepare the test equipment so that she will not run again.
He put things neatly in front of her in the same way: test papers, draft paper, pencils, erasers, pens, compasses, rulers... So the tools needed for math exams are not bad. There is no need for answer sheets if she is the only candidate.
The exam time is the same as the normal exam, two hours. Considering Ye Tang's special circumstances, Qian Jianghai allowed her to extend her papers by half an hour.
Tian Wen did not stay in the music classroom to invigorate the exam. This morning, he was full of classes. The first and second classes are the math class of the second grade of high school, and the third class is the math class of the second grade-the third grade of the 87 The table is for two consecutive classes in the same subject.
Qian Jianghai asked Tian Wen to go to class with peace of mind, and stayed alone to supervise Ye Tang.
Only Ye Tang and Principal Qian were left in the music classroom.
Being proctored by the principal personally, Ye Tang didn’t feel nervous.
Ye Tang first glanced at the topic in general, and felt confident.
Fortunately, she had read all the high school math textbooks yesterday. She recalled and mastered these high school mathematics knowledge points.
The title of the test paper is #高一二校年期测试卷#. The mathematics of the first year of high school is very simple, too basic, and too common sense. Compared with college mathematics, it is really a piece of cake. For some questions, Ye Tang could see the answers directly after reading the questions without even writing a pen.
Even if he didn't have a college foundation, when Ye Tang was in high school, he was a top student, and he got perfect scores in mathematics.
Looking at these familiar math problems, the smell of ink between his nose, Ye Tang's heart is more nostalgic and emotional, who can experience high school twice in his life? It’s lucky to be able to sit in the classroom again for exams, not to mention that this classroom is still full of traces of time, just like scenes in old movies.
Ye Tang picked up a pen and wrote "Ye Tang" neatly on the name column. She hasn't written her Chinese name for a long time, and her hand speed is a bit slow, and she writes quickly. She is afraid that she accidentally writes the English name "Candy".
She looked up at Qian Jianghai, Qian Jianghai did not stare at her closely, he brought some work documents from the office. Ye Tang is taking the exam below, and he works on the podium. The school’s hot chicken does not mean that the principal can spend money on marriage with the teachers. Qian Jianghai does not have the high position of the principal of a good school, does not have a large group of them, does not have assistants, secretaries, and drivers. He can only do everything by himself. .
Ye Tang's attitude towards examination papers is very serious. He does one question and examines one question. It's not like an impatient young man who just sees the questions simply, for fear that the principal doesn't know that he is a genius.
Ye Tang tried to work slowly and did a meticulous examination, but didn't want to be too strange. Before playing mahjong, she was too eager for quick success and quick gains, and there was a lot of discussion in the neighborhood. Fortunately, Su Xiaodong appeared to divert everyone's attention. She also didn't want to show off her skills in front of Qian Jianghai, that would be rude and meaningless.
And high school students should look like high school students and think like high school students. She should not use any advanced knowledge points to solve problems, not to be afraid of causing doubts, but just to prove her ability.
Ye Tang did multiple-choice and fill-in-the-blank questions quickly. There were a few questions, and after she read the questions, the answers were already available. When it came to the proof and solution questions, she wrote every step clearly, without skips or omissions.
Ye Tang was full of calculations and took one hour and forty-five minutes to complete the test paper.
"Principal Qian, I'm done," she raised her hand.
Qian Jianghai immediately put down his work, walked over, took away her test papers, and Ye Tang's time to do the questions was within a reasonable range. He glanced roughly at the curly face, all the questions were answered, and he could not judge right or wrong for the time being.
Qian Jianghai was a physics teacher before becoming the principal. After taking an administrative position, he did not fade out of the classroom, but still insisted on teaching physics. He was a physics teacher in three classes in three grades of the school.
The teaching work of the errand class is a hot potato, and other physics teachers are unwilling to do the work that can only be carried by him. Who makes him the principal, he has to lead by example.
Interlaced like a mountain, he has forgotten some of his knowledge of mathematics, and he can't correct the math test papers.
The bell for the fourth class just rang outside. Tian Wen’s work in the morning was over. His fourth class was free. He hurried upstairs to calculate the time. He thought Ye Tang should pay it back. Didn't finish the exam.
As a result, Qian Jianghai, who was walking to the office with the test paper, ran into each other head-on in the corridor.
Qian Jianghai greeted Tian Wen, "Mr. Tian, you just came to my office to correct Ye Tang's papers."
"Ye... Ye... Where's Ye Tang?"
Tian Wen was surprised that Ye Tang was so fast!
"She's still in the music classroom,"
Qian Jianghai originally asked Ye Tang to go back to the classroom.
But Ye Tang said to him, "I went back to the classroom halfway and interrupted the teacher's class. I didn't attend the third class and couldn't keep up with the rhythm. Can you let me stay in the music classroom until noon?"