Monday, February 2, 2015.

Exam day will come this week. For high school students, final exams are very important. To a certain extent, they mean whether they can have a good year.

It's freezing cold, and the sound of reading in Class 8's morning self-study is much louder than before.

After finishing their morning self-study, a group of boys headed to the cafeteria in a team. The large group of students walked in a hurry. Cui Yu laughed and exhaled a big cloud of smoke: "My sister didn't come this morning!"

Qiangli, a fitness professional, asked: "What's wrong with Jiaojiao?"

Liu Chuandao spread the rumor: "Qiangzi, what, do you care so much about Jiaojiao? Are you in love with her?"

Qiangli quickly distanced himself from the relationship, but was ridiculed by everyone again.

Cui Yu smiled obscenely: "I asked the monitor and she said Jiaojiao was sick and asked for leave."

Several people suddenly remembered that last night, Pang Jiao asked everyone in the group about shortcuts to lose weight. She worked really hard. Others were discussing final exams and winter vacation, but only Pang Jiao was asking about losing weight.

Later, Zhang Chi laughed at her, saying things all day long but never taking action.

Pang Jiao and Zhang Chi quarreled for five minutes. After Cui Yu got angry, the two quarreled for another five minutes.

Later, Cui Yu claimed that taking a cold shower was very effective in losing weight. Because heat expands and contracts with cold, the cold water makes the skin draw in, so the fat comes out. If the fat is gone, can't we lose weight?

Cui Yu just made a small suggestion, but as a result, Pang Jiao had a fever this morning.

"Poison, you are still poisonous!" Liu Chuandao praised.

He gloated: "Now is the important moment for the exam. If Pang Jiao asks for leave, it will definitely delay her studies. In this case, she will definitely be ranked last!"

When Liu Chuandao thought about his enemy Pang Jiao's misfortune, he was in a good mood, and he was afraid that he could eat two more big buns for breakfast.

Wu Xiaoqi, who had been silent all this time, heard the boys rejoicing and said abruptly: "If Sister Jiao comes last, wouldn't it be more dangerous to share seats?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's laughter suddenly stopped like a crow being strangled by the neck.

Liu Chuandao was horrified: "It seems to make sense!"

If Pang Jiao chooses first, those of them who fall behind will still have a chance to avoid it, but if Pang Jiao chooses second, they can only resign themselves to fate!

For a moment, everyone looked at each other.

Duan Shigang was excited: "In this case, if I deliberately missed the test and came last in the class, wouldn't I be able to choose behind Pang Jiao? Couldn't I avoid it?"

Wu Xiaoqi: "No, if you are the last one, it means there is only the last available seat in the class. What if it is Pang Jiao's deskmate?"

Liu Chuandao was anxious: "What the hell do we do?"

"Yes, with Song Sheng's example before us, just improving her grades may not be enough to avoid her!" Duan Shigang worried.

What he said made Wu Xiaoqi a little panicked, because he had been relying on cheating to keep his grades up. After Song Sheng learned from his mistakes, he was really panicked.

Cui Yu analyzed rationally: "The best way is to improve Pang Jiao's performance and be in the middle of the pack."

"What the hell, are we able to control Pang Jiao's performance?" Everyone just felt that it was so difficult.

The future is like a dark fog.

Cui Yu: "I have a plan."

…

The first class of evening self-study.

On campus, the night is already dark and the cold wind is whispering.

A layer of mist condensed on the classroom windows, and the world outside was blurred, leaving only hazy light and shadow.

Shan Qingrong came to the corridor of Class 8 and was about to walk into Class 8 when he saw Gao Heshuai from Class 9 next door standing in front of the window.

Like a spy, Gao Heshuai stretched out two fingers and tried to wipe away the white mist on the glass.

Shan Qingrong knew his intention at a glance and felt that he was too vulgar and damaged the image of a teacher.

How is he like him? Bright and majestic!

Shan Qingrong carried a plastic bag and walked into Class 8 from the back of the classroom. He first observed Xue Yuantong's condition and then offered snacks.

Then patrol the class again.

Shan Qingrong discovered a surprising scene. Classmate Song Sheng was actually tutoring Pang Jiao. It was a rare sight!

Shan Qingrong was actually a little pleased with such a harmonious and mutually helping scene.

What teacher doesn't like to see top students leading poor students to make progress together?

Shan Qingrong stepped onto the podium and publicly praised Song Sheng, praising everyone for learning a lot from him.

It was originally just an ordinary praise, but unexpectedly, Duan Shigang, Liu Chuandao, Wu Xiaoqi, Cui Yu and others responded with applause, and for a while, the classroom burst into thunderous applause.

Originally, it was because of Cui Yu's words: "You don't want to sit at the same table as Jiaojiao next semester, right?"

Song Shengcai pinched his nose and took over the hard work. He didn't expect to be praised, which was an unexpected joy.

Chen Qian's eyes changed.

After the commotion, Shan Qingrong said: "Everyone, please stop and talk about the exam."

The final examination is a unified examination for the whole city. Three counties and one city use the same set of test papers to facilitate city-wide evaluation.

"In our entire Yuzhou City, the number of students admitted to Qingbei every year is generally in the single digits."

"The significance of the city's unified examination is to let everyone see their current position clearly. For example, in the unified examination, whoever can get into the top five in the city will usually be the youngster from northern Qing Dynasty."

Having said this, many students looked at Xue Yuantong, who was in the last row. She was firmly ranked first in the city every time she took the unified examination and never fell down.

"The world is actually very big. In our entire Yuzhou City, there are less than 10 Qingbei students a year, but the middle school in Ancheng and a high school can admit thirty or forty Qingbei students a year."

Dong Qingfeng whispered: "Let's go to Ancheng No. 1 Middle School."

This is the strongest high school in Ontario, no doubt about it.

When Shan Qingrong heard Dong Qingfeng's voice, he added: "Ancheng No. 1 Middle School is great, but compared to Hengshui, the number in Qingbei is only a fraction of others."

Hengshui Middle School has become very famous in recent years. It is ranked among the top three high schools in the country. As for its reputation, it is even number one. Countless schools have tried to copy it and implement the "Hengshui Model".

Shan Qingrong: "I told you a few days ago about 985. There are 39 of these top schools in the country. Each university admits thousands of freshmen every year. How many students do you think this is? But everyone knows that there are

How many universities?”

Shan Qingrong raised three fingers: "Three thousand universities, please calculate how many new students are admitted every year. Thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge, not just talk about nearly 10 million candidates every year!"

After graduating from high school, many students are still vague about college and do not know the specific concepts. As the class teacher, Shan Qingrong always likes to say these things.

The classmates also loved listening to it, and their hearts were filled with excitement. They wished they could be admitted to a prestigious school immediately and stand on top of the world.

He started talking about the whole city, then the whole country, and then the whole world. Finally, he changed his tone and said: "Although our No. 4 Middle School is not very eye-catching when looking at the whole country, small places may not be able to produce outstanding people. In the past few years, we were the provincial champions in science..."

The students opened their eyes wide and looked forward to it. Did our No. 4 Middle School ever...

Shan Qingrong said expressionlessly: "Our experimental class at Yuzhou No. 2 Middle School."

There was a burst of booing in the classroom, and I thought it was from No. 4 Middle School.

Shan Qingrong went too far and began to go back: "The first semester of the second year of high school is over, which means that it is halfway through high school. I heard that the principal intends to take some actions, which may involve the third grade of high school."

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar immediately.

Yu Wen jumped in and said, "Didn't you say that senior high school students are not divided into classes?"

They have been divided into classes in liberal arts and sciences, as well as promoted and demoted.

"It has not been determined yet. We do not rule out the possibility of being divided into classes, nor are we ruling out the possibility of not being divided into classes." Shan Qingrong's words were ambiguous.

"Should I be promoted to the experimental class?" Jiang Yanan was curious.

Shan Qingrong: "Not necessarily, maybe we can figure out Beiban alone."

But he felt that it was unlikely to succeed, because in that case, wouldn't Xue Yuantong, Jiang Ning, Chen Qian, Song Sheng, Bai Yuxia, etc. all be in the Qingbei class?

As the head teacher of Class 8, Shan Qingrong vowed that he would take the lead in resisting!

What's more, Hu Hou, the head teacher of Experimental Class 1, definitely doesn't want to be picked on peaches at this time. After all, he is the student brought out by Hu Hou, so he will definitely resist.

'Wait a minute... what if the principal promises that Hu Hou will be the head teacher of the Qingbei class?'

Thinking of this, Shan Qingrong's expression changed.

The classmates were looking forward to Shan Qingrong's answer, but saw him leave the class in a hurry.

…

After being encouraged by the class teacher, many students took chicken blood injections and started studying hard.

Jiang Ning stayed at his seat, whittling wood for fun, a typical poor student.

Chen Siyu was flipping through the book, and she threatened Tongtong who was playing games: "I plan to study hard. Tongtong, do you feel threatened? Are you afraid?"

Xue Yuantong's 'panic' didn't look like he was faking it: "Really? Your grades won't surpass mine, right?"

Chen Siyu is full of confidence: "I will trample you under my feet, wait and see! Jie Jie Jie!"

Xue Yuantong felt that her status was threatened, so she handed her mobile phone to Jiang Ning, opened the book, and studied diligently.

Bai Yuxia looked at the two of them and made a judgment. Tongtong felt that as long as others worked hard, they might be able to be like her or even surpass her.
To be continued...