My expressive ability is pretty good and I basically pass the test.
While listening to a group of children introducing themselves, Ding Kailing took another look at the test paper in front of them, and the results were not bad.
There is just no one over 100.
Xu Renming, 99 points. Zhou Yuchen, 92 points. Tan Lin scored 94 points, Gu Yue scored 96, Lin Yijie scored 95 points,...
No problem, just pay attention occasionally.
The only one who deserves special attention is Ling Chuyang, with 65 points! 30 points lower than the average score of Class 5.
He must have been sleeping during the exam.
And that Tang Ji, the basic part was pretty good, but why didn’t he even get 30 points for his composition? They are two brothers in distress.
Glancing over inadvertently, I saw two people leaning on each other, their left hands leaning against their right hands, their chins in their hands, their heads lowered, snuggling up close to each other.
What is this situation? Are they reconciled again?
From the distance between the podium and the back door of the classroom, their little movements cannot be seen clearly.
"Okay, everyone, let's start the official class."
Ding Kailing smiled slightly, walked off the podium, walked to Ling Shuchu's side, and took away Ling Shuchu's test paper.
"Our task in this class is to explain the winter vacation test papers. In 5 minutes, everyone will go through the test papers and mark the easy and difficult points. Later, we will answer them one by one."
The sound of turning over test papers, putting down books, pressing pens, spreading out notebooks came from the classroom...
In that voice, Ding Kailing returned the test paper to Ling Shuchu and walked forward gracefully.
I looked around at everyone's test papers, gave the classmates who were looking at each other approving glances one after another, and walked slowly behind the two boys who deserved attention at the back door of the classroom.
It was clearly visible that there was a thin black line between the left and right hands of the two people who were close together.
Oh, it seems that he is another music lover.
very good!
If you don’t get an average score, please listen to music! !
Ding Kailing calmly turned around and walked towards the classroom podium, walking gracefully and slowly, stopping occasionally, turning her head slightly to look at her classmates' test papers.
"Okay, everyone, we have maintained our previous results in this exam, and our annual performance ranking is still No. 1."
Ding Kailing stood on the podium and began to analyze the test paper.
There was an uproar in the audience.
"This is our normal level." "How many points are we higher than Class 6 this time?" "Is Class 6 still second?"
"The average score of our class is 96 points, and the average score of Class 6 is 89 points."
After listening to Ding Kailing's answer, the classroom was in an uproar again.
"Hahaha, I beat them by 7 points. I think Teacher Zhang will cry again."
"Teacher, is Teacher Zhang going to complain publicly about you again?"
"Teacher, I didn't hold back this time. Please praise me." "You have the nerve to praise me. You just beat the average score."...
"Praise, of course, I have to praise you. You all did well in the exam this time!" Ding Kailing on the podium saw a group of students in the audience who wanted to be praised, and she did not hesitate to praise her.
"Most of the students have maintained their normal performance. Come on, give yourself a round of applause. There are also some students who have made some small progress and are above the average. Give them and yourself a round of applause."
"Of course, there are some students whose scores have improved greatly. Wang Xiaoxiao, with 105 points, applause to Wang Xiaoxiao, and Du Xiaofeng, whose score has improved from 85 to 99 points. Applause also to Du Xiaofeng..."
"What's going on? It's so lively?"
Wave after wave of applause and laughter in the classroom brought Tang Ji back to reality. He touched Ling Chuyang and found that Ling Chuyang had also returned to the real Chinese class and was staring at the Chinese teacher on the podium. Woolen cloth.
"Of course, several members of our class who have passed 100 times, such as my department representatives Ling Chumeng, Geng Xinyu, and Fang Di, still scored above 43 points in the composition this time. Also, the maintainer of the first place in the class, He Shiling, scored 117 points in the composition Full marks. Ranked first in Chinese language in the school."
Ding Kailing on the podium was filled with pride and praise. Her eyes began to scan left and right, and then focused on the left side of the classroom.
There was an uproar in the classroom again.
"It would be great if my composition could be improved." "When can I get 40 points in my composition?"
"40 points? I'll be satisfied if I can get 39 points." "Fang Di, show me your test paper."
"The excitement is theirs and has nothing to do with us." Tang Ji whispered faintly, looked at his own test paper, and pointed at Ling Chuyang's test paper, "I have a perfect score for the essay. When can I pass 30 points? Thank God. ”
Hey, no response.
Tang Ji looked at Ling Chuyang. He was lowering his head with a thoughtful expression on his face: "What are you thinking about?"
"Of course, the students we put into the class this time have good grades, most of them are above 90 points. There is also a classmate..."
There was an uproar in the classroom again.
"Oh, really? Then our class is the icing on the cake this time." "Didn't you hear that he is a partial subject?" "It seems that the specialization is not in Chinese."
"Humph, it's weird that the language is not the focus." Ling Shuchu snorted and muttered, "There is another classmate who only scored 65 points. There is also a classmate who only scored 20 or 30 points in composition."
"Representative classmate, you have done your duty this time." He Shiling, who was sitting by the window admiring the scenery, joked in a low voice.
"Let me help him. It's a good idea. It's better to teach him a lesson." Ling Shuchu curled his lips.
"Just in time, it's fair to avenge private revenge." Geng Xinyu's slight laughter came from behind.
"Xiao Lingzi, look, Xin Yu is getting worse and worse now." Ling Huchu looked back at Geng Xinyu.
He Shiling smiled and said: "Xin Yu's words make sense and can be used as a reference."
Ling Shuchu blinked and saw He Shiling smiling and nodding, with a look of helplessness on her face: "But I don't want to help him. He gets a headache when I see him."
"Just get used to it. Besides, this is the imperial edict of your Chinese teacher." Geng Xinyu chuckled, "Is it possible that you still want to resist the edict? I have already praised you just now."
"Yeah, that's right. Let me think about it again."
Ling Shuchu put his hands on his chin, stopped talking, and fell into deep thought.
He Shiling turned around and gave Geng Xinyu a thumbs up, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
When she turned around, she inadvertently saw a pair of eyes looking at her from a distance. She paused for a few seconds to confirm, then turned her head with a smile and looked at the Chinese teacher on the podium.
"There is also a classmate who is almost perfect in other parts except for the composition, which is just a little bit poor. He gets almost no points."
There was another uproar in the classroom.
Who? So extreme. The essay was submitted, but it was not a calf.
How can composition be so easily improved? I have been mentioning it for half a year, and I have only reached 39 points.
39 points? It's pretty good. Let me take a look.
"Hey, is the teacher talking about us?"
Tang Ji looked towards the podium uncertainly and met Ding Kailing's smiling eyes.
That look seemed to tell him that he was talking about you.
Tang Ji touched Ling Chuyang next to him uncertainly: "Hey, are the teacher talking about you or me?"
"How would I know." Ling Chuyang glanced sideways at Tang Ji. She really didn't know how happy he was. He didn't even get an average score. "Why are you happy? Are you waiting for praise?"
Also, Tang Ji lowered his head and scored 27 points for the composition!
Are you waiting for praise? I'm lucky if I don't criticize.
In addition, all the performances just now, alas.
The "first impression" is just like this, "made" by oneself.
"Tang Ji——."
Hey, did he hear it wrong? Why is someone calling him? Or hallucinating?
Looking around, I found that the Chinese teacher on the podium had walked to the fourth row of the classroom and was looking at him with a smile.
Are you calling him?
It’s over, I’m going to be criticized again——
"Tang Ji, let me tell you, how much did you score in the basic knowledge section this time, except for the essay?"
"6, 65 points." Tang Ji quickly threw the headphones into the drawer, stood up without knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse, and touched his neck with his hand.
There was a buzz in the classroom, "Wow, that's okay." "Excluding the 50 points for the essay, I got 65 points from 70 points." "Oh, that's okay. Which class is this from?"
"Yes, 65 points. It is 3 points higher than my department representative and 2 points lower than He Shiling."
In the midst of such discussion, Tang Ji heard the Chinese teacher's voice, was he praising him? Is the Chinese teacher praising him? He raised his head and glanced, hey, where is the Chinese teacher? When did you walk next to him?
"There is a way to learn. I think a sunny and handsome boy like Tang Ji must be willing to share his learning method with everyone, right?"
"Yeah, yes, teacher." Tang Ji nodded quickly in response.
The teacher was praising him, but he didn't listen carefully to Ding Kailing's words and wanted to share Chinese learning methods.
"Okay, then the small self-study after the fourth period at noon today is a Chinese class. When the time comes, it will be up to you to share it with everyone. You have to prepare a little. Please sit down."
"Oh well."
Tang Ji sat down happily, feeling a little like stepping on cotton, and seemed a little dizzy.
The Chinese teacher was praising him, not criticizing, and asked him to share his learning methods.
Tang Ji, who was smiling happily, didn't notice the look Ling Chuyang gave him. I only noticed that the smiling face of the Chinese teacher was praising him.
Share learning methods?
Ling Chuyang on the side put his left hand in the drawer, put down the headphones, and fumbled to turn off the Walkman.
I couldn't help but secretly admire him. This teacher was amazing. He was really different. His routines were too deep.
Judging from Tang Ji's expression, it is estimated that in the future Chinese classes, "Black Peony" will be the only one to follow suit. As for himself, it is estimated that he will not be able to sleep, listen to songs, or do any small movements in the Chinese class in the future.
"There is another classmate in our class," Ding Kailing looked at Ling Chuyang who was absent from work. "The potential is unlimited and has not yet exploded. If he has the same surname and first name as my department representative, then naturally, his Chinese scores will not be bad. , isn’t it, classmate Ling Chuyang?”
Yes, you can take a break at this time.
He vaguely heard the Chinese teacher calling his name. He looked around and saw Ding Kailing's rather intriguing smile.
What kind of expression is this? Could it be that it's his turn already?
Thinking of my Chinese language test paper with a score of 65, I suddenly felt a chill running down my back.
Ling Chuyang stood up politely, then lowered his head, waiting for her lesson.
"Classmate Ling Chuyang, the paper is very clean and tidy. Your handwriting is very beautiful. You have practiced calligraphy, right? We can add new members to our class newspaper."
Ling Chuyang saw a pair of delicate hands taking away the Chinese test paper from in front of him.
Is neat and clean. It's half empty, so of course it's neat.
Ling Chuyang was shocked, the word, beautiful?
This can also be a reason for being praised. It seems to have nothing to do with the scores in the Chinese test paper, right?
"Oh, by the way, our Chinese language interest group still lacks two members who can write well and have practiced calligraphy. Student Ling Chuyang, do you mind showing off your hard-tipped calligraphy?"
Ding Kailing smiled and put down the test paper, retreated to the middle of the classroom, and then looked to the right side: "Ling Shuchu, what are your opinions?"
Chinese interest group?
Ling Chuyang instinctively wanted to answer that he was not interested or that he did mind. However, when he heard the Chinese teacher change his topic and look to the other side of the classroom, he did not answer and looked over.
"Of course I agree." That was Geng Xinyu's voice, with an obvious smile in the bright voice. "This was appointed by the teacher."
When he saw Ling Shuchu, he looked unhappy, turned around and glanced at him, then put on a cute smile and nodded towards the Chinese teacher.
"agree."
Very reluctantly.
He was not happy to begin with. What does the Chinese interest group have to do with him?
For him, is Chinese a class?
"He Shiling, Fang Di, what do you think?"
After seeing He Shiling's nodding and smiling expression, Ding Kailing turned to Fang Di.
"Of course I agree. Yi Lingfei and Chu Shaoyuan have left. We don't have any hard-working boys anymore. It's time to add more." Fang Di's answer caused a burst of laughter.
Amidst the laughter, Ling Chuyang heard the voice of the Chinese teacher: "The original four members of the Chinese interest group have all voted unanimously. Ling Chuyang, what is your opinion?"
Ling Chuyang glanced at the front left side of the classroom. The man was holding his chin leisurely, turning his pen, looking here with a smile. After seeing him, he blinked slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled into a nice arc. A bright smile appeared.
Under the bright sunshine outside the window, the bluish sky, and the background props of a few fluttering clouds, she looked fresh and dazzling, peaceful and beautiful in her blue and white school uniform.
It stands there quietly, like a white marble relief that never fades.
Just like the situation three years ago, it cannot be ignored, let alone rejected.
"Okay. Teacher."
Ling Chuyang suddenly felt a little confused, and with Tang Ji on the side constantly encouraging him to agree, his brain refused to obey him and he agreed.
Yi Lingfei also participated in the Chinese teacher's appointment, and she was one of them.
"Teacher, can I also participate?" Tang Ji suddenly raised his hand and asked.
"Okay." Ding Kailing asked cheerfully, "What are your opinions?"
"Okay." "Agreed."
The voices of Fang Di and Geng Xinyu could be heard.
In Ling Shuchu's unsympathetic eyes and He Shiling's smile, Ling Chuyang was a little confused when he heard the bright voice of the Chinese teacher.
"Okay, our Chinese language interest group members are all ready today. Next, we will start talking about the test papers..."
