High school life is always boring but fulfilling. Students spend their time reading papers or novels.
It turns out that Jiang Chen belongs to the latter group. He relies on his cleverness to secretly read novels during the day when he doesn't want to study.
But now that he was doing it again, he felt more and more the importance of learning.
After entering the third year of high school, the courses in various subjects have basically come to an end.
Teachers from various subjects now occasionally give lectures on papers, but most of the time they sit on the podium to maintain discipline and let students review questions in the room.
The college entrance examination countdown on the blackboard is extremely eye-catching, reminding every student who wants to be lazy that now is not the time to rest.
The second class in the morning was mathematics. Around 8:30, Tan Xinrong, the temporary head teacher who had not been seen for a long time, walked into the room.
He was somewhat bald and holding a thick stack of papers in his hand: "Students, let's do a set of mathematics test papers this morning."
The class booed.
A male classmate raised his hand and asked in confusion: "Teacher, there is a physical education class this morning. Isn't it going to be attended?"
Tan Xinrong rolled his eyes at the person who asked the question and said. "The physical education teacher is on sick leave today and has math class in the morning."
"Are you sick again?" The male student made a helpless voice.
When Jiang Chenxin said this, there was no need to ask. Who doesn't know that the most precious person in high school is the physical education teacher.
"What? If you don't want to study, I'll ask for leave for you. You should go home and take physical education class now!" Tan Xinrong scolded with a cold look on his face.
"Wrong teacher..."
Seeing Tan Xinrong angry, the boy apologized quickly.
The students in the class are somewhat in awe of Tan Xinrong, the temporary teacher, and are afraid that if they say anything wrong, they will be scolded by the teacher.
"Stop talking, you don't have to do today's math paper. Don't you want to take physical education class? Then you can do it with a basketball on your head!"
"Teacher...don't, don't, don't, I was wrong..."
The boy admitted his mistake again and again, but Tan Xinrong ignored him at all. He put a basketball on his head and stared at him.
The boy had no choice but to cry and stand with the basketball on his head.
"Who else is going to take gym class?"
Tan Xinrong's sharp gaze behind his glasses scanned everyone in the class.
No one in the class spoke.
"Okay, let's make the roll!"
After saying that, he asked the students in the first row to pass on the papers in their hands.
Han Yutong took the paper and muttered in a low voice: "The teacher has gone too far..."
"Isn't he always like this?" Jiang Chen said.
Jiang Chen still has some impression of this temporary head teacher who has been with him for just over a year.
It’s not that his teaching level is high, but that Tan Xinrong profoundly explained a truth:
It is the person who is noble, not the profession.
If you don't teach well in class, you just want to make up for the class and make money; in order to highlight your high level, you will give random grades to students.
This is all Tan Xinrong's "feat".
Jiang Chen had been unhappy with him before and hoped that he would not offend him.
Picking up the pen and writing on the paper, Jiang Chen began to deal with this math mock test.
The class was silent, everyone was doing papers silently, except for the unlucky boy, who stood like an idiot with a basketball on his head, his dark face flushed with embarrassment.
And Tan Xinrong sat on the podium with his mobile phone, glancing down from time to time as a supervision.
Time passes the fastest when doing math paper. It seems that there are only two questions in total, and most students will only finish the front side when the paper is about to be finished.
"Stop writing!"
After collecting the papers, Tan Xinrong said to continue studying, and left the class holding the papers.
Han Yutong's CPU was almost burning and smoking.
She didn't have enough energy after staying up late last night playing games, and then this set of math papers drained all her brain power.
After finishing it, she felt that she was going to be sleepy soon. She lay on the table and exhaled, making a purring sound like a goldfish blowing bubbles.
"Math is so difficult."
Han Yutong glanced at Jiang Chen beside him and couldn't help but complain.
After saying this, Han Yutong regretted it.
After all, Jiang Chen is a top student and is particularly good at mathematics. Mathematical simulations are not difficult for him.
She felt that she was asking for trouble and would be laughed at by him again soon.
"Well...it's indeed a bit difficult."
But the other party's words made her stunned.
Jiang Chen continued: "The second and third derivative questions in the finale are a bit difficult. I have forgotten the formula of conic sections, and the space vector part is also a bit slow."
Does he find it difficult too?
As soon as Han Yutong heard this, he felt confident and raised his head.
"That's right! It seems like it's not my problem, it's Juan's problem!"
"I guess it's only about 120."
As a contestant who scored no less than 140 in mathematics back then, this result was indeed a bit abnormal.
It's a bit tricky at first.
120? ? ? ?
It was difficult for the little girl to even pass the test. When she heard the result, she couldn't help but take a deep breath and restrained herself from hitting him with the bench.
…
In the afternoon, Tan Xinrong finished marking the papers, but did not announce the results in public.
He has a habit of calling out students with poor grades for questioning alone.
The first person to be called out was Jiang Chen.
"Jiang Chen, come out for a moment."
Jiang Chen was not surprised.
It was impossible to go from 140 to 120 without being hinted by him overtly or covertly to make up the class.
After leaving the classroom, in the rest room in the middle of the corridor, he faced Tan Xinrong who was looking at his paper, maintaining the necessary courtesy.
"teacher."
"What's wrong with you?" Tan Xinrong looked cold and pointed at the paper.
Jiang Chen couldn't explain it either... He had neglected his studies for so long. Teacher, you can just have fun if you can get 120 in math.
"Mathematics is not difficult this time, right? Why can't I get 110?"
Jiang Chen was stunned.
I obviously estimated my score at 120...
Jiang Chen realized that it was not easy to get good grades in the exam. He had not touched mathematics for several years. When he saw the paper, his first feeling was:
If I were in high school, I would definitely be able to do it.
But I definitely can’t do it now.
I'm stuck here with neither going up nor going down.
He could only hold on to the points he could score, and he was halfway done with the final question.
But 110... shouldn't be...
But seeing Tan Xinrong frowning, he still answered honestly.
"Sorry, Teacher Tan, I was careless this time."
"You shouldn't apologize to me, you should apologize to your parents, do you understand?"
Tan Xinrong threw the paper on the table and said with a cold face.
"Mathematics is your strong point, and you have passed the test like this. How many points do you want to take in other subjects? Can you still pass 985 if you continue like this?"
"That's what you said, teacher."
"Don't worry about it. Your grades are embarrassing to me. I'll go back and reflect on it later."
Tan Xinrong refused to give in, and continued without giving Jiang Chen a chance to defend himself.
"Also, I heard Director Wang say that you were talking and laughing with a girl today? Who is that girl?"
Jiang Chen shook his head: "It's nothing, teacher. I forgot to bring my umbrella. I don't care if my classmates borrowed it."
Tan Xinrong narrowed his eyes and looked like he was smiling.
"Don't think I don't know, what did you and Han Yutong do last night?"
