Chapter 005 Number 909 [05] Entrance exam, appalling
The first attached middle school.
Mo Qing completed the admission procedures and walked out of the Academic Affairs Office with two slips in hand.
"Mo Qing?"
A confused voice floated from the side.
Mo Qing looked up.
The young man who spoke was leaning against the wall, wearing a casual shirt and trousers, with an upright figure. He took off one of his earphones, held a mobile phone in his hand, and looked sideways, his eyes were like peach blossoms, and the ends of his eyes were slightly curved and upward.
Bring a touch of casual style.
"It's me." Mo Qing said calmly.
"My name is Song Yiyuan, your class teacher." Song Yiyuan put his headphones and mobile phone into his pocket, walked towards Mo Qing, reached out and took the list from her hand, folded it twice after confirming it was correct, "I will help you with the books and uniforms later."
You take it, and you go to take the exam with me first."
"oh."
Mo Qingzhu was behind him.
"Have you ever gone to school?" Song Yiyuan asked casually.
"Um."
"how long?"
After thinking about it carefully, Mo Qing replied lazily: "A few days."
Danger!
Song Yiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and his expectations instantly reached negative infinity: "Then are you literate?"
"Know." Mo Qing's tone was casual.
"Oh." Song Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, "I won't ask about foreign languages. What about arithmetic? Have you learned addition, subtraction, multiplication and division?"
"..."
"Have you memorized the multiplication tables?"
"..."
"If you ask me, you should hire a tutor for a year or two first and then experience life..." Song Yiyuan regretted letting her enter his class and kept persuading her.
Mo Qing endured it again and again, but became impatient. He frowned and glanced over with a cold look.
Catched by her eyes, Song Yiyuan suddenly shuddered. Thinking of her "non-human" status, he sighed deeply in his heart. Then he pinched his fingers with three fingers and made a "shut up" gesture with a swipe at his mouth.
Song Yiyuan arranged a classroom for Mo Qing, but there was no one inside.
He asked Mo Qing to find a seat and sit down, then walked to the podium and took out a few test papers, answer sheets, two pens and some scrap paper.
"The test questions are selected from the test papers of the final joint examination last semester." Song Yiyuan put a bunch of things on Mo Qing's desk. "There are not many questions. I will give you two hours."
"OK."
Mo Qing casually pulled out a test paper, which was mathematics. She glanced at the questions.
"I'll go get your books and uniforms." He made a fist with one hand and put it on Mo Qing's desk. Song Yiyuan glanced at the front and back doors. After confirming that no one was there, he leaned forward and whispered, "This is our Class 7 classroom. There are no students here."
I’m used to taking books home.”
He almost had the word "cheating" written on his forehead.
"It's too troublesome," Mo Qing picked up a pen and turned it around, "Why don't you just give me a standard answer."
"I……"
Song Yiyuan almost choked to death from her.
Stretching out his finger, Void tapped her. Song Yiyuan gritted his teeth: "I have professional ethics."
Anyway, the "clear path" was pointed out to Mo Qing. After Song Yiyuan finished explaining, he went to get Mo Qing's belongings. In order to make time for Mo Qing, he lingered outside for about an hour, and then he took his time holding books and school uniforms.
return.
Mo Qing was still doing the questions.
Her attitude was perfunctory, she rested her head with one hand, and occasionally wrote a few strokes. She was like a candidate who had completely given up on the question and was waiting to fill in the answers when the paper was handed in.
One leg was stretched out on the front bar of the desk. She was wearing shorts, which exposed her legs. They were slender and well-proportioned. The soles of her shoes were diagonally stepped on the bar. There was a tattoo on one side of her ankle.
Song Yiyuan took a look.
"How's your writing going?" Song Yiyuan placed the items on the table in front of him and walked over.
Mo Qing glanced at the test paper placed in the upper left corner of the desk.
She has completed three subjects, mathematics, physics, and chemistry. The answers are only written on the test paper, and she has not filled out the answer sheet.
Song Yiyuan picked up the test paper she had written. She wrote the answers to each question, and her attitude was acceptable. However, as she looked at it, Song Yiyuan felt something was wrong.
"Did Hoss ask you to memorize the answers?" Song Yiyuan pressed the test paper on the table, his face turned green.
"without."
The ink poured to the tip of the pen for a moment, which was inexplicable.
"Don't fool me." Song Yiyuan took a breath and gritted his teeth and whispered, "What you wrote are all correct answers, but for your big question, you only filled in the answers, not even a single step..."
Song Yiyuan knocked on the table sadly: "Didn't you memorize the answer?"
And there is no technical content in memorizing this answer at all!
See through it at a glance!
Is it too troublesome for you to memorize two more steps to solve the problem?!
Mo Qing was speechless.
Is it so difficult to do a question?
"Forget it, I'm not asking you to give me high marks. Just forget all the answers you memorized." Song Yiyuan took out the answer sheet and pressed it on the test paper, "You just fill in the answer sheet and do whatever you want so that I can submit the assignment.
"
After a pause, Mo Qing picked up the answer sheet and looked at it twice.
Tsk.
There's so much going on.
…
Half an hour later.
Mo Qing filled in all the blanks on the answer sheet, then knocked on the table to attract Song Yiyuan over.
Song Yiyuan approached: "So fast? Let me see..."
Five minutes have passed.
Song Yiyuan leaned on the desk, looking at the answer sheet blankly, with the tip of his tongue lightly touching his back molars. He stretched out his hand, rubbed his cheek, and recited "Amitabha" in his mind.
"Very good." Song Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief slowly, raised the corners of his lips, maintained a stiff smile, and said to Mo Qing sincerely, "You are the student with the most room for development that I have ever seen."
Mo Qing only filled in the choices and filled in the blanks.
He felt that Mo Qing didn't know any of the questions, he filled in the answers casually, and the correct ones were purely based on guessing.
Moreover, the accuracy rate is extremely low.
Mo Qing leaned back on the desk and agreed, "I agree with you."
"..."
Song Yiyuan felt like he was holding back his internal injuries.
I'm mocking you!
How proud are you?
"Da da da."
Someone was passing by in the corridor. Song Yiyuan raised his eyes and saw the pretty profile of a girl with flowing long hair and elegant temperament. She was holding a book in her arms and her back gradually walked away.
It's Wen Yingxue.
"Did you see the girl who just walked over? She is a transfer student like you, and she has almost perfect scores in all six subjects! She is known as a genius girl, and she is scheduled to be the number one scholar in the city next year!" Song Yiyuan pointed to the door, but his eyes were fixed on Mo Qing, "Why aren't you?
She, why can’t you be her?!”
"...Although I am good at treating diseases, I have never made a breakthrough in the field of mental illness." Mo Qing said slowly.
Song Yiyuan was stunned for two seconds before reacting: "Are you calling me mentally ill?"
"ah."
Mo Qing admitted frankly.
Song Yiyuan was so angry that he wanted to do somersaults.
He spun around twice, and at the end, he put his hands on the table, leaned over slightly, and said to Mo Qing seriously: "You go back later today, and I will give you a make-up lesson."
"No time."
"What are you going to do?!" Song Yiyuan collapsed. He wanted to grab his hair and become a roaring emperor, but he still restrained himself and said, "You are a student. Besides studying, what else do you want to do?!"
"Read a book."
"What book?" Song Yiyuan was shocked.
Mo Qing took out his cell phone and pulled out the book list for him to read.
They are all books on political science, sociology, medicine, and history. They have nothing to do with the college entrance examination.
Song Yiyuan: "..."
Students like you who are not doing their job properly would have been imprisoned in a pig cage in ancient times!
——Oh no, she is an antique to begin with.
*
Song Yiyuan's attempt to retain Mo Qing in the name of "making up lessons" was ultimately unsuccessful.
Mo Qing left his books on the desk in the classroom, took only his school uniform, and left the school accompanied by Song Yiyuan.
Along the way, Song Yiyuan showed the professional ethics of a class teacher and introduced the school, school rules, and study plans to Mo Qing.
Walking to the school gate, Mo Qing glanced at this handsome teacher who could talk like a tree when he closed his mouth. His eyes fell on his well-jointed hands and he lazily said: "Your hands were scrapped because they were too wordy.
?”
As if a switch had been turned, Song Yiyuan froze in place and closed his mouth.
The hand that dropped down was trembling slightly. His fingers were curled up, and his eyes suddenly changed, and a touch of coldness passed by.
"See you tomorrow."
Mo Qing raised his hand and waved it, then turned around, leaving a clean silhouette.
Watching Mo Qing walk away, Song Yiyuan suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, lowered his head, spread his palms, and his fingertips trembled slightly. Then, he slowly clenched into a fist.
a long time.
Song Yiyuan squinted his eyes and cursed secretly.
grass.
Hoss even told her about his hand being crippled?!
