I still don't want to go to school today

Fu.: Got it

xzx: [Goose Happy.jpg]

Fu.: I will go back to school tonight

The monthly exam in No. [-] Middle School usually starts with self-study the night before and ends in the afternoon of the next day.In the public perception of middle school students, Chinese is a very weak subject. If you learn it, you don't learn it, and if you take the test, you don't take the test. Therefore, many people change the night of the Chinese test from the term "monthly test" to "monthly test". Excluded from the time range.

So if you want to get a full score of 750, you have to sit in the examination room and sharpen your pen during the two and a half hours from 09:30 to [-]:[-] tonight.

Fu.: What about you? Are you taking the exam?

xzx: It’s okay, it doesn’t matter

xzx: Our class is like this. If you want to take a test, you can take a pen and go to the spare test room to find a seat.

xzx: Chinese will definitely not go

Fu.: ...Because it's been too long?

xzx: because it’s boring

This was the first time Xu Zhibian discussed these things with him.

Fu.: Will you take all the previous exams?

xzx: basically do not go

xzx: But they asked me to correct the paper

Fu.: ...

Fu Luojia sat up from the bed and wiped his sweat with a piece of paper. "Change what?"

Xu Zhijian replied: "Chinese composition."

"That's it. If the words are full and neat, all 48, if the typesetting is comfortable, 49 or 50, and if the words are ugly, all 40." Xu Zhibian sent a voice, "Wu Lirong will ask a few students to help her correct it every time. This standard is still set by her.”

Wu Lirong is the leader of the grade-level Chinese teaching and research group—if there is a teaching and research group in No. [-] Middle School.

"You don't have to come so early at night, go directly to the examination room later. I'll go and see the examination schedule."

"Where are you looking?"

"Grade office."

Fu Luojia had no idea where the grade office was.It is estimated that many people in his class don't know either.

Among the several leaders sitting in the grade office, there are also subject teachers from Class 9.But because the head teacher is new, this class feels a little isolated in the grade, and the attitude of the teachers in each subject is not very enthusiastic.In addition, there are no students in the class who have the precious quality of being diligent, asking questions and respecting teachers, and no one would even think of going to the grade office.

Thinking about Xu Zhibian's status as a student cadre in this way is inexplicably dazzling.

Especially after a while Xu Zhijian sent so many messages.

"Chen Feng stopped me just now. He said that his wife is going to give birth tonight and he wants me to supervise the exam for him."

"Tonight's class, 303"

"You are taking the 303 exam"

When Fu Luojia went to school in Linshi, he had seen students invigilating students, but it was only the senior grades proctoring the lower grades.

No. [-] Middle School has always been lenient in proctoring such things. It is common for invigilators to sit at the front and watch their phones the whole time in an examination room, and sometimes there is no one at all.It is relatively rare for the teacher to find a student cadre who does not take the exam to supervise... It is relatively rare, but it is still a normal operation.

Fu Luojia didn't feel how far the school was from home before, but this time he felt tired when he reached the first traffic light intersection.

Still having a low fever is one thing, getting used to the back seat of a bicycle is another.

Red light jump.

He sideways avoids a three-wheeled truck carrying peaches.

He went to the classroom to put the bag first.

The incident of him slamming the door seemed to have an aftertaste in the class. Many people no longer stared at him blatantly, and only peeked over the brand new Chinese textbook in their hands.

Tang Cheng's voice for reciting the text was originally loud and clear, but Fu Luojia's voice became hoarse as soon as Fu Luojia came over.

"...that one will not be tested." He reminded.

"Oh oh oh." Tang Cheng quickly flipped through a few pages. "Da Jiangdong went to the waves to find everything—"

There is a textbook of mathematics on the table.He squatted down and rummaged through the table, and took out the physical one.

"Where have you been these few days?" Zhou Linya finally asked after deliberating for a long time.

"at home."

"Hey, I'll help you look at your exam room, it's in 303."

"……thanks."

"Well, Director Hu made a question this time, he underlined the key points yesterday, and I circled it in the book, do you want to read it—?"

Fu Luojia glanced at her. "You actually attended class?"

"Hey, you really—just ignore it!" She turned back.

He is not going to review Chinese at all.The objective questions can't be grasped, just choose at will, as long as the subjective questions are written, the score will be almost the same. Someone just told him the composition scoring standards.In the end, no matter what, you should be able to have a 110, and you can get to 120 if you loosen your hands when changing the paper.

The main points for pulling points are science, synthesis and mathematics.The monthly exam papers are all made by the question maker of the school by clicking one-click group papers on the software, randomly grabbing simulated questions from various places, which are generally more difficult than the real college entrance examination questions.Fu Luojia is good in general, but if you don't pay attention to mathematics, you will collapse and get an ugly score of 110 or so.

But in No. [-] Middle School, as long as Fu Luojia passed all the exams, his ranking would basically be in single digits.

There is a huge gap between the top ten points of No. 1 Middle School.Sometimes No.680 score is above 10—it is rumored to be obtained by searching questions on mobile phones——No.500 generally only has more than [-] points.And the mother looked at the rankings, as long as it was the top few, she wouldn't say anything.

With 10 minutes left before the exam, the administrative director came to chase people from classroom to classroom: "Go and sit in your own exam room!"

The classroom in Class 9 will also be used as an examination room. The invigilator is a logistician, and he has to pull a few students to help him put seat labels.The group of people who were still in the classroom walked away quickly with a look of avoidance, and Fu Luojia helped him out.

It was Zhao Min from Class 13 who took the exam in his seat.

A study madman who became famous throughout the grades by saying "I want to go to Tsinghua University".

As a rare treasure of the No. [-] Middle School, she is like a tender cabbage in the saline-alkali soil, and a delicate hibiscus in the rotten mud pond.Leaving aside those suspected of cheating, she should be number one every time.

Fu Luojia knew her because of Teacher Ye. Teacher Ye taught English in class 13. When she had a one-sided conversation with him, Zhao Min came to the office to ask questions—it was the first time he saw someone ask the teacher to ask questions in No. [-] Middle School.

As soon as she got out of the classroom, Fu Luojia saw her lying on the railing of the corridor, covering her ears, her mouth moving rapidly.

Listening to her reciting the good words and sentences in the composition papers, he began to wonder if learning Chinese really needed a method - after all, people can keep above 130 every time.

It was a miracle on earth.

When he arrived at 303, almost everyone was seated.

Under normal circumstances, an average of one-third of the people in an examination room will take a nap on the table before the papers are issued, but this time it is different.

It was Xu Zhijian who was distributing the papers on the podium.

Fu Luojia found his seat and sat down, hearing the discussion behind him without lowering his voice.

"...I'll fuck it, is this what Xu Zhijian's invigilator means?"

"Why is he proctoring the exam? Why doesn't he take the exam himself? Isn't the school afraid that he will collude with others to cheat?"

"Cheating requires collusion? Let's talk about his liberal arts."

"Liberal arts is the same as our Chinese questions..."

"The other class is that you don't have to take the exam, you care so much."

"Okay, okay——"

"Can he hand the paper to me himself?"

Xu Zhibian looked over here.

Fu Luojia lowered his eyes and put the end of the ballpoint pen in his hand on the table, let go, and the pen jumped two inches high.

The papers were thrown directly to the first row and passed down.

The boy in the front row of Fu Luojia seemed awkward in handing over the paper. He reached out to take it, but a note was forcibly stuffed in his hand.

Xu Zhibian lowered his head and began to sort out the answer sheets.

Fu Luojia unfolded the note, "I will use your answer sheet later."

The answer sheet for this column was passed down, and Xu Zhijian clapped his hands.

Fu Luojia unfolded the answer sheet. The quality of the paper is not very good, and white dust will fall when shaken.

Xu Zhibian began to write on the blackboard, subject: Chinese, time: 19:00-21:30, number of pages of test papers, invigilator.

The font is elegant and elongated.

After dropping his name at the end, he seemed to feel something was wrong, took a piece of paper and wiped it off and changed it to Chen Feng.

Fu Luojia held the pen and turned his wrist, trying to get familiar with the feeling of writing.

Xu Zhibian put down the chalk and turned around.

Phroka wrote down his name.

Xu Zhibian should have said something at this time, such as "the time is up to answer the questions", "no noise is allowed in the examination room" and so on.

Fu Luojia turned the paper over and saw the title of the composition. "____youth".

Xu Zhibian spoke up. "If you feel uncomfortable, you can raise your hand at any time. The paper is on the podium."

Someone started whispering, but he just moved over a stool and sat behind the desk, putting on his headphones.

Fu Luojia stared at the composition question for 3 minutes.

Xu Zhibian's eyes were empty, and he looked this way.

It was very difficult for Phroka to write on the horizontal line on the title: Warm and Blooming.Then hold your head and conceive.

After spelling out the beginning with a series of parallel sentences, he turned back to the objective questions.After reading three lines of the material, my eyes began to swell and hurt.

The options look exactly the same as the original civilization.

I still have to choose the wrong one.