I reach the pinnacle of life by learning

Qiao Yu stayed in the classroom for a full 12 hours, and that Dr. Sheng also spoke for a full 12 hours.

There is only a short break of a few minutes in the middle.

The whole classroom is extremely solemn, even during the break time, no robot classmates speak.

Qiao Yu's understanding of biology is still in high school, and his level may be slightly higher than that of biology undergraduates in the first semester of his freshman year. However, the lectures given by the Ph.D. students are still obscure to him, making Qiao Yu feel dizzy.

Qiao Yu felt that there was a door open to him. He had some talent, and he stood at the door of the hall, but was rejected because of his barren thoughts, so he could only walk around in a hurry at the door.

Studying became strenuous, the temperature in the classroom was kept constant, but a layer of hot sweat formed on Qiao Yu's back.

The robot classmates around were unmoved, holding a screen to write and draw without making a sound.

Fortunately, with the existence of the draft book in his brain, Qiao Yu could quickly write down every word Dr. Sheng said.

The doctor is old and in poor health, but every time he feels a little tired, the robot doctor on the side will take out a bottle of medicine for him.

Qiao Yu is very familiar with the packaging of this potion, it is the packaging of the energy potion that he often draws from the card pool.

In the last few minutes of the countdown, Dr. Sheng stopped his lecture.

"Let's stop here today," Dr. Sheng said, with deep exhaustion on his face. "On the first day of school, there will be no other homework. Just understand what I teach thoroughly. After all, I don't have much time. It's..."

When he said this, he only looked at Qiao Yu.

"get out of class."

After Dr. Sheng finished speaking, Qiao Yu suddenly opened his eyes and returned to the familiar bedroom.

He is back.

The electronic clock hanging on the wall shows that it is now 10:31AM.

Qiao Yu didn't care about washing his face and brushing his teeth, quickly turned over and got out of bed, and wrote down the flash of light in his mind in a brand new notebook.

The first page was quickly filled with not only words, but also pictures, data, tables... Qiao Yu wrote until it was close to 12 o'clock before stopping to write, feeling his body being hollowed out.

Qiao Yu raised his hand and touched his cheek, only to realize that tears were streaming down his face.

He was overwhelmed by the great knowledge.

If scientists from hundreds of years ago came to modern times, they would probably experience the same shock.

It's like the ancestors of human beings saw thunder across the night sky on a thundering night, and since then there has been a kindling of hope in the dark night.

"System, I think you should change your name to 'Prometheus'."

Prometheus stole fire from the temple of Zeus for mortals.

Qiao Yu was in a trance for a whole day, even going to the Orsay class in the afternoon, her expression was a little out of control.

Lu Miao thought that he was still unhappy about school affairs, so he patted him on the shoulder and comforted him earnestly: "Qiao, you have always been determined, just do your own thing well, and don't take some people's words to heart."

Qiao Yu: "I'm not, I haven't."

Lu Miao didn't believe it, and cast a look of "you don't have to pretend to be strong in front of me".

"Don't talk about it, let's go to the Sichuan restaurant for dinner tonight, I'll treat you." Lu Miao's tone was gentle, "Call Chu Xining and Zheng Qinghua too."

Before Qiao Yu said anything, Zheng Qinghua suddenly heard his name, and ran towards Lu Miao like a pig towards the trough.

Zheng Qinghua was very happy: "Okay, okay, I want some sweet and sour short ribs!"

For some reason, since forming a team with Qiao Yu, Zheng Qinghua has gained a lot of weight.

Qiao Yu: "...All right."

If you want to think that way, I can't help it.

Under the strict supervision of Principal Hao, the efficiency of the teachers who corrected the papers for this monthly exam was extremely high.

On Sunday night, the teachers got fresh report cards.

Principal Hao took a deep breath and clicked on the excel sheet.

Unsurprisingly, Qiao Yu was ranked first in the school again, with close to full marks in every subject, only Chinese was a little short.

But the full score in Chinese is itself a false proposition.

With a total score of 750, Qiao Yu scored 733.

Principal Hao showed a satisfied smile on his face, just like the farmer uncle seeing the thriving wheat seedlings.

As long as Qiao Yu can maintain this result, top 2 is not a dream at all.

On that day, Principal Hao will definitely rent a drone, hang a loudspeaker and roar in the neighborhood near the school every day, so that those parents who think of ways to send their children to other schools will listen!

Really, your child did not do well in the exam, is it the school's problem?Obviously it is the student's own problem!

Principal Hao turned his gaze to the other students.

Today's grades have just come out, and the dean has just exported the corrected scores to the system, and there is no time to sort them, so the order displayed on the report card is based on the student number, and this student number is the grade ranking of the students when they were divided into classes .

11 Ban Qiao Yu followed by Ma Guanghui's name.

"This guy named Ma Guanghui was ranked fifth in the grade, which is pretty good."

The headmaster nodded, looking very satisfied.

Ma Guanghui was one of the top graders when he entered school, but he didn't know whether it was because he didn't adapt to high school or other reasons, and his ranking dropped a lot, but as the saying goes, he is back to the top after breaking through, which is gratifying congratulations.

The next 8 students, except for Song Tianyu, who is ranked 12th in grade, are the seven sons of the Central Plains.

After seeing the results of this group of people, the smile on the corner of the principal's mouth froze, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

These people were originally good seedlings carefully selected by Principal Hao, and they could be regarded as helping Qiao Yu's plan, but their grade rankings are all declining.

The eldest fell from the 20s to the 60s, and some even dropped from the 90s to the early 200s... Among this group of people, only the third was better, and his ranking was still around the 50th grade.

Although it was only the first monthly exam and couldn't prove much, Principal Hao's heart still sank heavily.

"Could it be... did I really do something wrong?"

Huge doubts shrouded Principal Hao's mind, making him in a trance for a while.

But Principal Hao is, after all, a man who is over half a century old and has experienced great storms.

His gaze continued to look down.

The student number gradually reached twenty, and Zhao Keer's name appeared on the form.She is one of 11 people who participated in Qiao Yu's study group.

After seeing Zhao Ke'er's ranking, Principal Hao immediately lifted his spirits.

Zhao Ke'er, who had a grade of more than 160 last semester, broke into the 39th grade in this monthly exam!

You know, for things like progress, the higher the ranking, the harder it is.A student, from more than 400 to more than 200 grades, may be relatively easy.

But if you want to enter the top 100 in the grade from more than 50, perseverance, hard work and the high teaching level of the teacher are indispensable.

Harder than going from 0 to 99 is going from 99 to 100.

The person following Zhao Keer was Zhou Ziwen from Class 7.

Last semester, Zhou Ziwen also had a grade of more than 100, and he was already in the top 7 of Class 10. However, in this monthly exam, his grade rank was 41.

Principal Hao simply looked at the column of grade ranking, and found some clues.

The group of students who have made great progress are basically members of the "study group" that Qiao Yu told him about.

These people were only around 100 to 300 at the end of last semester, but in this monthly exam, their scores shot straight into the sky like a rocket.

This group of students, just looking at the grades, is also the mainstay of the class in Class 1.

This is just the first monthly exam.

As long as these people don't give up learning, keep improving, and make persistent efforts, given time, they will never stop.

Principal Hao laughed from ear to ear, and cried while smiling.

He was finally so convinced that he saw hope.

Six months ago, he was still working in the Education Department of Jianghuai City, and the higher authorities were planning to raise him.

Principal Hao said, "Leader, I am over 50 and have no background. It is enough to struggle to this point."

The only thing he wished for was his high school alma mater, which fell from the peak to the bottom.

Hao Cheng’s family was poor when he was a child. At that time, Tianhai hadn’t been built very well, and the eastern district was full of small water beaches. He was born in a dilapidated small fishing village. The whole family only had two pairs of shoes, one for his father and the other for his elder brother. The second sister, and then passed on to him by the second sister.

What Hao Cheng envied most was the students in the nearby steel factory, who could happily go to school and study while he was fishing with his father.

In the summer when he was 15 years old, he went to catch the sea, and was entangled in aquatic plants while fishing. Hao Cheng thought he was going to die in the sea, but was rescued by the leader of the Iron and Steel Factory Middle School who came to fish.

The leader said, son, why don't you study?Now that the country has just resumed the college entrance examination, you are needed to study.

As a result, Hao Cheng became the only child in their family who went to middle school, and worked hard to get into college.Become the only college student in their village.

Principal Hao couldn't let go of No. 7 Middle School, which is where his life began.Before the age of 15, he lived in a muddle, with only a life of guarding the seaside where he could see the end at a glance.

It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to grow people. It is the teachers of No. [-] Middle School who plant a flower in his heart in dialect.

Principal Hao wiped away tears with a tissue, put down the report card, and walked to the school history museum next to the principal's office.

The person who saved him back then was the first principal of No. [-] Middle School and also Hao Cheng's Chinese teacher.

Hao Cheng wiped the dust off the photo of the old principal, and the old man in the black and white photo smiled kindly and kindly.

Principal Hao vowed: "Mr. Li, don't worry, I will definitely revive the No. [-] Middle School. Our Tianhai No. [-] Middle School is not inferior to any other middle school!"

If one generation is not enough, then two or three generations.

Hao Cheng is still five years away from the statutory retirement age, and he is so eagerly looking forward to the day when he can see No. 7 High School rise in his hands.

In this way, at least in the future, when meeting Mr. Li at the foot of the spring, Hao Cheng will be able to puff up his chest and proudly say to him: I have never let you down.

On Monday morning, the results of the first monthly exam for this semester of No. 7 Middle School were announced.

In front of the teaching building, there were many unfamiliar names on the honor roll of the top 100 in the grade.

The class is marked on the back of them, class 11.

The passing students couldn't help but praise: "Class 11 is indeed an international class, so strong."

"That's right, Qiao Yu is in class 11, can you not be strong?"

"How did I hear that the newcomers in class 11 are all taught by Qiao Yu? Didn't you say that Qiao Yu was doing the 'Berlin Wall' in the class?"

No matter how the outside world talked, but at this time, the atmosphere in Class 11, which had achieved good results, was a bit weird.

The Seven Sons of Central Plains haven't said a word since they saw the report card.

The embarrassment on their faces was too obvious.

Some with a bad mentality even hid in the toilet directly, weeping at the rankings on the report card.

But other students who did well in the exam couldn't restrain their excitement, showing off their crisp voices like chirping birds.

Zhao Ke'er was full of excitement: "Qiao Yu, look at me! I have improved by more than 100!"

Zhou Ziwen was overjoyed: "Brother Qiao Yu, I did well in the exam~~!"

"Qiao Yu, I, I am the worst in our group this time. I will definitely do well next time and try to get into the top 100 in my grade!" A classmate lowered her head in shame, holding a card with 96 points in her hand. math test paper.

Behind him, a classmate with only 69 points in mathematics quietly hid his test paper.

Qiao Yu's expression was very calm, but in order to encourage these students spiritually, he still showed a standard smile: "You all did well in the exam, and I am very proud of you. But don't be complacent, and work harder next time."

He said seriously: "In our school, only the top five in grades have the opportunity to take one. I hope that after the college entrance examination, you can all exceed the score line of one."

Zhou Ziwen suddenly said "ah".

"This, isn't this too difficult?" A troubled look appeared on his face.

Half a year ago, Zhou Ziwen, who was admitted to No. 7 Middle School, never imagined that he would have the opportunity to go to university in the future, let alone the last one.

Qiao Yu raised her eyes, the smile on her face subsided unknowingly, and said word by word: "You don't need to believe in yourself, but you must believe in me."

Qiao Yu's expression was so determined that a warm hope suddenly rose in the uneasy hearts of these teenagers.

"Are you confident?" Qiao Yu asked with a smile.

What answered him was a loud and tidy voice: "Yes—!"

As soon as this remark came out, the members of the study group all laughed, full of confidence and satisfaction.

Laughter flew far all the way, and flew to the sky.

It's just in one class, and the classroom is not covered, so other people can naturally hear what's going on at Qiao Yu's side.

The eldest of the Central Plains Seven Sons squeezed the report card in his hand, his eyes were red, and he let out a soft snort of disdain.

These people are just lucky!

One? People in class 1 may not be able to get in, can this group of people get in?

After school, under the call of the boss, the Seven Sons of Central Plains held an emergency meeting.

The boss continued to cheer up: "They were lucky this time, I think we didn't perform well, a monthly exam can't mean anything..."

However, the rest of the faces were full of hesitation.

problem, they did.Whether it is a problem of performance or a problem of their own shortcomings, they are very clear in their hearts.

It's not that our side is too good, but that the enemy is too strong.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the boss looked embarrassed. It just so happened that the third brother was lying on the table and writing quickly, drifting away from the situation, obviously not paying attention to him as the team leader.

So, the boss decided to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

He coughed and asked in a stern tone: "Meng An! What are you writing? Didn't I hear what I was talking about? Why are you disorganized and disciplined? Is this still plausible?"

Meng An frowned, didn't raise his head, and replied fiercely: "Don't make noise! ​​I'm writing an application, stop beeping."

He is going to join Qiao Yu, whoever stops him is in a hurry!