Go back to the year of the high school entrance examination

In the relay final on the second day, Ji Shi and the four of them worked hard to raise the team's ranking by one place, ranking 7th.

At least there is a ranking, they are satisfied.

But the old donkey was not in a happy mood, because Zhang Chao sprained his finger, and a day student in the next class played football after school yesterday and broke his leg. It's been a while.

Students generally don't know about the teachers being scolded, but the Chinese class representative from the next class just happened to pass by, and this matter spread among the students in an instant.

After all, it is the third year of senior high school. For the teachers, it is more important for students to pass this time smoothly than anything else, even more important than getting good grades in the exam.

Yao Meng was probably the most injured in the entire school sports meeting. From the start to the end of the 800-meter race, "Yao Meng" cycled N times on the playground. On the campus radio station the next day, a "classmate who did not want to be named" also He ordered Yuquan's "Running" by name.

Yao Meng deeply felt that he was cheated.

After the school sports meeting, you should take care of yourself. Although Z High School has its centennial celebration to celebrate, and there are often large trucks delivering goods in the school, it is not something that ordinary students need to care about.

If there is no accident, after the school celebration, the second monthly exam of the senior year will begin.

Many people may think that the grades in the third year of senior high school are a stable period for the entire three years of high school. In fact, this is not the case. Some students who have always had good grades in the first and second grades of senior high school may fall into a trough in the third year of senior high school. Maintain a stable state. During this period, students who are unknown in the class will also suddenly appear.

In the minds of their classmates, Ji Shi is a typical example of sudden emergence, and the upward curve is too exaggerated to be deduced by common sense.

Ji Shi didn't know exactly when the monthly exam started, but his review pace had been very stable. He spent less time on English and mathematics, and more time on Chinese, physics, and chemistry. The effect was notable.

The specific manifestation is that the time for the old donkey to stop by his side in the self-study class became shorter, and the physics teacher began to like to ask him to get up to answer questions.

These are opportunities that only good students can enjoy.

However, Ji Shi doesn't care about the teacher's attitude towards him. If he has any questions, he will go to the teacher's office to ask. Anyway, the teacher's office is close, and the teachers in Z Middle School don't dislike students asking questions at all. On the contrary, they are very happy. Give students answers.

The results of the last monthly exam posted on the first floor have finally been almost torn up. As long as the results are posted there, no matter if it is posted for a week or a month, there will always be someone who will take a look at it after eating, and look around. Write down their names, and then secretly decide to surpass each other in the next exam.

Not everyone hates rankings, rankings are just embarrassing for students who rank lower.

"Why are you reading essays again?" During class, Zeng Tairan complained to Ji Shi while gnawing Wangwang Snow Cake, "Are you going to become a fairy?"

In Zeng Tairan's eyes, whether it is for students with good grades or poor grades, writing essays is a nightmare.

Zeng Tairan knows the girl who ranks first in the liberal arts class all the year round. She was also an elite in class 1 and class 2 before she was divided into classes. Such a top university, but in terms of liberal arts, her scores are relatively close.

After all, looking at the college entrance examination scores in Suzhou Province in recent years, the liberal arts score is much lower than the science score.

Ji Shi's college entrance examination year was indeed the same. The liberal arts line was 10 points lower than the science line, and the scores in Qingjing were similar.

That girl has won many awards for her essays, and her writing is quite beautiful. Zeng Tairan thought that the other party should love writing very much, but people said that the thing she hates most is writing essays, and she would rather answer a few more physics questions.

"My young heart was shocked." Zeng Tairan said, "That's right, the first grader hates writing essays, and I hate writing essays, too. I am the first grader."

Ji Shi silently praised his perfect logic.

These are all proofs that composition is annoying, but even if the composition is annoying, he still has to write it. It is impossible for him to deduct the least composition points while hating writing composition like the number one in liberal arts.

"Give me a bag of snow cakes."

"Oh." Zeng Tairan asked him, "I still have Want Want Senbei, do you want it?"

Naturally it is also necessary.

When doing math problems, Ji Shi generally doesn’t eat, because once his train of thought is interrupted, he has to start over from the beginning, but writing essays is different. Writing essays basically keeps his train of thought interrupted, because he can’t think about anything. If you don't come out, eating something might make you turn your head and choke out a few more words.

He gnawed on the snow cake and scraped out what was in his head desperately. Unfortunately, after thinking for a long time, he could only think of a few fragmentary sentences. Ji Shi couldn't help asking Zeng Tairan: "If it was you, this How do you plan to write the title?"

Zeng Tairan moved his head closer: ""Language is by my side", which cerebral palsy patient made the question?"

"0 points."

"Wait, I should be able to write. My grandfather is an elementary school Chinese teacher. When I was young, he taught me that Chinese is the most beautiful language in the world."

Ji Shi: "... Isn't your grandfather an old farmer?"

"Then my grandfather was a Chinese teacher in a rural primary school, and he spent most of his life in the countryside."

Ji Shi: "..."

As expected of you.

As expected of your grandfather.

Ji Shi recalled it for a while, and felt that Chinese is a relatively dry existence in his memory, far less vivid than mathematics. This kind of topic is not interesting if it is written in a fake way. The marking teachers are all Chinese teachers, and the truth and falsehood are too clear. up.

I can't pretend to be empty, I can only find a way to write in detail. In fact, there is nothing wrong with Zeng Tairan's entry point, but there is no need to add grandpa, just write a little bit of his feelings in the process of learning Chinese.

Ji Shi worked hard for a long time, first wrote 800 words, and then slowly corrected it. He couldn't think about this composition from the perspective of the marking teacher. Ji Shi purely thought about it from his own perspective.

This must be a smooth composition, at least structurally.

After writing an essay, Ji Shi was sweating on his forehead and back. Even though the temperature outside was only 5 or 6 degrees, he was extremely hot.

"Finished?" Zeng Tairan asked.

Ji Shi sighed: "It's finished."

"Among the people I know, you are the only one who practiced composition after class, a real warrior, warrior."

Ji Shi: "..."

He was not at all happy to hear that.

In fact, he never thought that he could score 130 in Chinese in the next monthly exam. In his opinion, 130 in Chinese is much more difficult than 100 in physics and chemistry. He is simply challenging the authority of those who have been good at Chinese since childhood.

It can only be said that his Chinese foundation was barely able to survive in junior high school, but it was completely useless in high school.

"Huh." Zeng Tairan suddenly pushed Ji Shi, "Look."

On the south-facing corridor leading from the teaching building to the office building, a few students from the intensive class happened to pass by: "Not only those from the intensive class, but also Cheng Yu from class 4, they are all from the Olympiad."

"should be."

Ji Shi hadn't participated in the Olympiad and didn't know much about it, but in his third year of high school, behaviors like the Olympiad and self-enrollment were quietly happening on campus.

After all, it is the college entrance examination, no one will not care.

Several students in Ji Shi's class had participated in self-enrollment in the past, and they were all well-informed parents who took their children to participate. Ji Shi's news was blocked, and they didn't know much about the process of self-enrollment. We should wait for other people's self-enrollment to end. Only then did I know the news.

It was the same when he was in junior high school. A few well-informed parents in the town took their children to sign up for the exam of the junior high school affiliated to Z Middle School directly after graduating from elementary school. No, there were about 10 students in the primary school in their town at that time, only two of them were admitted to Z Middle School, and only one went to school.

Because the score of one of the exams just reached the cut-off mark, he went from the bottom to the bottom, but in the town he was the top five in the grade, and the teacher's emphasis was completely different.

Ji Shi didn't think about self-enrollment. Although there are many discounts for self-enrollment, Ji Shi just wanted to see how many points he could get in the test with his own efforts under the condition of doing his best.

But he could also see that everyone's mood gradually became impetuous after more than two months of classes in the third year of senior high school and less than seven months left before the college entrance examination.

Someone in the class even secretly talked about love.

The news that someone from another class was under too much psychological pressure and didn’t come to class for a week was also circulated in the school. It seems that there are no secrets in high school. As long as something happens in one class, the news will immediately spread to other classes through some channels. .

This is only a monthly exam.

When Ji Shi heard these gossips, he just smiled and continued to work on his own problems, but during this period of time, there was something?

Here's the thing:

The chair Ji Shi was sitting on was a bit old, and the screws had already become loose. He was too focused on a math problem that day, and he sat on his buttocks without paying attention. He and the chair fell to the ground, and the whole board of the chair was thrown out. Only the iron brackets remained there.

Ji Shi had already figured out the solution, but he was afraid of being distracted and forgetting, so he didn't care about the chair, and sat on the ground to solve the problem.

It hurt a lot when he fell, but he didn't hurt himself, so he didn't take it to heart.

As a result, at noon that day, he went to the cafeteria to queue up to buy food, and he heard two students from other classes in front talking about——

"Have you heard? There is a god in Class 11."

"I know, it's the one who was so stupid doing the questions every day that the chair was crushed by him?"

"Yes, yes, that's the one, my god, what kind of spirit is this, is his ass made of iron?"

"I heard that his butt broke too, but this buddy doesn't care at all, he's still working on questions, you know?"

"Didn't you go to the hospital?"

"He had to do a problem, and he just solved a math problem at that time, so he was very happy."

Ji Shi, who happened to be in the back row: "..."

Sorry, it's just the next one.

Fortunately, he is not some famous person in the school. People just say that there is such a god-man, and they don't know the name of this god-man is Ji Mingshi.

And, the ass is really not rotten, the chair is not rotten, and he is not very happy.

Could he be considered to have witnessed the process of concocting rumors in the school?