After hearing some gossip from Wang Mengmeng, Mu Qingyun resumed brushing her papers.
She maintained a certain degree of interest and concern in Gao Xiaowei's matter, but she still wanted to have fun.
After these few times, Mu Qingyun was really not worried about this person's mobility.
She was not really that Buddhist, and her guard against Gao Xiaowei had never been lowered, but she was indeed a little powerless in the face of the college entrance examination.
High school students are so good!
Last month, the No. 13 Middle School and the No. 1 Middle School were ranked together in the joint examination, and Mu Qingyun ranked 23rd.
There were actually six people sharing the same share with her.
Her test score was already astonishing, 698.
Last time the city was ranked, Mu Qingyun's score was ranked 118th. 80% of the top 200 students were from No. 1 Middle School and Experimental Middle School, two provincial key high schools. So, strictly speaking, she probably has Great progress.
It’s just that if you keep moving forward, it will only get harder and harder.
What she wants is not to be among the best, what she wants is to be the one who can be at the top and see all the small mountains at a glance.
Take the lead!
Since everyone is so good at rolling, of course Mu Qingyun can only follow suit.
Twenty-four hours a day, I wish I could take up half of my time to study, and I can’t stop exercising, so how can I care about anything else?
However, these teachers, especially Teacher Zhang and Teacher Wang, a class teacher and a history teacher, were very bitter.
In the office, Teacher Wang listened to the history teacher from Class 5 bragging about Gao Xiaowei from his class for a long time, saying that he must be an excellent researcher of historical civilization in the future.
"Lao Lin was licking his face in the office today and said to me - 'It's a pity that Mr. Gao doesn't want to participate in the history competition, and he won't listen to me no matter how hard I try.' Humph, what's the point of showing off?"
Teacher Wang felt a little unhappy when he thought about Lao Lin's deliberate pretense.
So what if Gao Xiaowei is really capable? How long ago did he transfer to another school? Is this considered Lao Lin’s achievement? Their classmate Ban Mu is different, he is a member of his own family.
He believed that classmate Mu was no worse than that Gao Xiaowei.
"It's just that we keep a low profile."
Mu Qingyun suddenly felt that Teacher Wang was staring at him with intense eyes.
Teacher Wang also suppressed himself for a long time, and then he didn't expect it to come out, and asked Mu Qingyun to show off his knowledge of history.
Being a student was hard enough. He was shocked to see how much time and energy Student Mu spent on studying every day. Even as a teacher, he really couldn't find any more trouble for this kid.
After Mu Qingyun finished reading most of the political paper, the bell for morning self-study rang.
Read English today.
Mu Qingyun walked to the podium and sat down. All the students in the room took out their textbooks and began to read aloud with loud voices.
Teacher Chen stood behind the door and took a glance, then returned to the office leisurely, poured himself a cup of hot tea, opened a magazine and started reading.
The man next to him took off his coat and hurriedly went to stare at Teacher Xu who was studying in the morning. He said jealously: "Student Mu is really capable."
Teacher Chen is quite proud.
Speaking of which, this is high school, the students are quite young, and the class cadres are really not intimidating.
The teacher couldn't rest assured if she didn't keep an eye on her for a minute, but Mu Qingyun appeared in Class 9, like a magic needle fixing the sea. When the students in the class saw her, she was honest, well-behaved and obedient, and no one dared to offend her.
Teacher Chen laughed: "Lao Zhang also said that if we teachers are made lazy, everyone will not be used to it when Mu goes to Yanzhou University."
Mu Qingyun herself didn't quite understand this - why were her classmates afraid of her?
Isn't her role as squad leader not Buddhist enough?
"hehe."
When Wang Mengmeng heard her question, her little eyes immediately turned white, "Ah Qing, what on earth have you misunderstood?"
In physical education class, Mu, the squad leader, ran 800 meters in 1 minute and 54 seconds.
At that time, all the students in the classroom were dumbfounded.
This all meets the standards of first-level athletes.
At that time, the physical education teacher almost fainted from shock. He heard that he hiccupped continuously for more than two days.
Let’s not talk about the heart-stopping performance of their squad leader Mu in various sports in this physical education class, but let’s talk about that day——
"It was Friday, the time Liu Fang made trouble and Teacher Zhang called her dad over, tsk tsk."
Mu Qingyun suddenly remembered what happened that day, and quickly picked up the water glass and drank some water, still feeling a little dry.
On Friday, Liu Fang heard somewhere that she brought her mobile phone to school.
Mu Qingyun: Although she did bring one, no one would pay attention to a calculator.
Anyway, Liu Fang thought carefully and came over to look through her bag secretly, just in time for her and Wang Mengmeng to bump into her.
As a result, the schoolbag fell to the ground with a crash.
It was not a big deal at first, but Liu Fang became so arrogant that she kicked her a few times while there was no one else in the classroom, knocking everything in her schoolbag to pieces.
Books were scattered, the pencil case was scattered, and pens, rulers, and erasers rolled all over the floor.
"Sorry, I didn't see it. As the squad leader, you wouldn't be so stingy, would you?"
Mu Qingyun: "..."
If it was a cute little girl, she might have laughed it off, but unfortunately this one was very unlovable.
Mu Qingyun sighed and reached out to pick up the pen that had fallen from the ground. He saw that there were inevitably some small scratches on the cap of the pen, but the pen was very solid and not broken.
"You're wrong, I'm just stingy."
"VC limited edition, collectible. The price of the same series last month was 250,000. I will take it to the VC counter tomorrow to have it repaired. Will I bring you the bill?"
"What?"
Liu Fang choked, and her face suddenly turned pale. At this time, students were entering the classroom one after another. Being surrounded by such people, her face became even more ugly, "Nonsense! How can you have so much money?"
Mu Qingyun said coldly: "Classmate Liu, you have nothing to do with this. You broke the thing, so you will have to pay for the repair. I can show you the invoice later."
This pen was a gift from Grandma Qiao, and she asked the errand boy to give it to her.
He said he wanted to thank her for saving Xiao Taozi.
Mu Qingyun had no intention of taking it, so he brought it with him on purpose. He was planning to return it to Grandma Qiao after school.
A group of classmates watched half of the play and gurgled non-stop for a while. Liu Fang frowned and refused to be embarrassed. She gritted her teeth and said: "Just pay, even if it's 250,000, our family can... afford it."
Liu Fang was so angry that she jumped up and down, but Mu Qingyun actually laughed. I figured I could just let it go, it wouldn't cause a big problem, and the repair cost would only be a hundred dollars at most.
As a result, Teacher Zhang was very well informed and called Liu Fang's father to the school that night.
That one had a bad temper. As soon as he entered the classroom, in front of so many students, he didn't know how to save face for his daughter, so he raised his hand and wanted to hit her.
The palm was wide and thick, and Father Liu's face was livid, and he became really angry when he saw it.
If this slap continues, Liu Fang's teeth may not be saved.
Mu Qingyun was startled, and without even thinking, he stepped over and squeezed Liu Fang away, reaching out and holding Liu's father's hand tightly.
Mu Qingyun's hands are not particularly strong, but he can pinch them very skillfully.
Jia Junhao taught her that as long as she pinches accurately, a tiger can turn into a cat.
It's not painful, it's very pleasurable.
She pinched Laogong, Shenmen, Neiguan, etc., until Father Liu's face with exposed veins slowly stretched out, and he groaned in comfort.
Mu Qingyun kept blaring in his mouth, talking about the matter in a nonchalant way, and then praised Father Liu, praising him for not caring about his shortcomings, for being righteous, and for being the most reasonable person. Anyway, he said it For a long time, they coaxed people away with laughter.
Teacher Zhang:"……"
Mu Qingyun is really her little Optimus Prime!
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Teacher Zhang thought about how Liu Fang's father almost beat the child in front of her just now, so he gave up the idea of catching him back and having a good talk.
Mu Qingyun recalled that after this incident, Liu Fang didn't react much and just stayed away.
But other students in the class suddenly learned what it means to respect the monitor.
She just respected her a little too much. Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw her, and they wanted to be as obedient as possible.
Mu Qingyun was multitasking. He was reading English texts and thinking about some random thoughts. He turned his head slightly and saw Grandma Qiao Wenshuqiao.
Qiao Wenshu and He Zhou walked through the corridor side by side. They happened to pass Class 9 and winked at Mu Qingyun.
"Huh?"
After taking a few more steps, Qiao Wenshu paused, as if she had some realization.
Hezhou yawned: "You have to make up your mind whether Yanzhou University should recruit this kid specially. Sister Qiao, you didn't talk much before you went to meet people. Why do you stop talking when you meet people?"
Qiao Wenshu raised her eyebrows and glanced at him.
Hezhou immediately shut up, and after a while he said again: "Actually, what kind of character do we people have? There are many people who are clumsy. Maybe that kid is just a good person, not a talented person."
Qiao Wenshu said nothing.
She was skeptical anyway.
Talent and beauty in this world are the same. They can't be fake, and they can't be fake.
When she saw Gao Xiaowei, he was full of falsehoods and did not look like a scholar.
He Zhou thought for a while and said: "Classmate Gao is young, maybe he just gets it occasionally? After he studies more in depth, maybe he can make full use of his strengths?"
Qiao Wenshu laughed and said: "I understand, we don't have to worry, I will show some of the articles and materials he wrote to a few friends. There are still a few days left for the weekend defense, so everyone is thinking more about it."
"Applying for a special recruitment quota at Yanzhou University is not a big deal, but you should still be cautious. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. If something goes wrong, wouldn't Yanzhou University be embarrassed?"
The major prestigious schools are friendly on the surface, hello, me, everyone, but privately they are still somewhat competitive.
Who wouldn’t want to be ranked first among colleges and universities every year?
If Yanzhou University causes some fun, Fanghua University will be gloating about it for a month or half a month before this school does anything.
After thinking about it, Hezhou also felt that he should be cautious and quickly agreed.
The morning's classes passed quickly.
Mu Qingyun packed his schoolbag and went to have dinner with Grandma Qiao.
When they arrived at the restaurant, there was a pile of documents stacked on the dining table in front of Grandma Qiao.
"Aqing, come here, help me."
Mu Qingyun smiled and did not refuse. He helped her organize the information into categories, stuff it into folders, and label it.
Grandma Qiao took a sip of tea and smiled when she saw the label she wrote: "Your writing ability is as good as the back of the paper, but it is tangible but not spiritual, so you still need to practice."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
When she was a child, she went to school in the village. The teacher didn't care whether the children's handwriting was good or not. Everyone was good at dog crawling calligraphy, and the teacher's was about the same.
Recently, her handwriting has become quite good. At least she can cope with the college entrance examination without deducting points. (Wise House Chinese has no pop-ups and is updated in a timely manner)
