I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

The mid-term exam results came down, and Zhuang Wenyao got seventh in his class.

This result...Zhuang Wenyao was so miserable that he had no face to face Jiangdong's elders!

During the class break, Liu Ling called the "Little Overlord" who was defeated in the army to "drink tea" and analyze the results for him alone.

In the office of the mathematics group in the first year of high school, at Liu Ling's desk, several students were asking math problems.

Zhuang Wenyao stood behind with his head lowered.After they finished asking, they held the grade slips and walked over with their heads drooping: "Teacher, I'm here to be criticized..."

"Come to be criticized?" Liu Ling smiled kindly when she saw him, "I'm afraid you have already criticized yourself, so I won't criticize you. Let's find out why."

Zhuang Wenyao grimaced: "Hey, I've already scolded myself so badly in my heart! This time the results are simply unimaginable..."

Liu Ling called up the Excel sheet of the total score: "According to your normal level, it is really unreasonable to have such a big fluctuation in your ranking... How did you take this Chinese test, and how did you get 104?"

"I only saw the score sheet. It seems that the composition was off topic, and I got more than 30 points..." Zhuang Wenyao was extremely frustrated, and his voice lost the vitality of the past.

"Oh..." Liu Ling pushed her glasses, staring at the densely packed numbers on the screen thoughtfully, "If the composition is performed normally, you can usually get [-] or [-] points, right? I will add more than [-] points to you. Wouldn't it be able to enter the top five? It's a pity."

"Yes...It's a pity that there are no assumptions in history. If you don't pass the exam, you don't pass the exam..." Zhuang Wenyao couldn't help but leaned his head to look at the results of the top students, feeling more and more disappointed, "Zhang Rui got 128 in the exam! Jie 120...all of them took [-] and [-] in front of them, but I only got [-]..."

Liu Ling glanced at him: "Yes, you know what the problem is?"

Zhuang Wenyao nodded heavily: "Chinese, I was a little slack some time ago. I know this exam! Chinese is a subject that if you fail to advance, you will fall behind. If you study hard, you may not do well in the exam, but if you don't study hard, you will definitely fail the exam. good!"

Liu Ling laughed: "Not only Chinese, but which subject is not like this? The only thing is that I need to pay special attention to the subjects that I am weak in."

In the final analysis, I was still slack, and I didn't use the effort and energy that I should have, and the lacking parts were finally reflected in the results.Zhuang Wenyao sighed and was speechless.

Seeing that the child was really sad, Liu Ling stopped talking and comforted her: "I forgot what I told you last time? It's normal to fluctuate in grades once or twice. Don't be too discouraged, but you can't just throw it away in a blink of an eye." Put the back of your head, forget the pain when the scar is healed. Put your mind right, guard against arrogance and impatience, there are still many stars waiting for you to light up!"

Zhuang Wenyao listened carefully to each word, and his eyes finally recovered: "Good teacher, I understand!"

Liu Ling added: "Actually, you have been working hard during this time, and I can see that. You are the class monitor and a member of the student union. You have to take care of the class and arrange activities. There are no 'two festivals' this month. Are you idle? What else can I add, Radio and Television?"

Zhuang Wenyao nodded: "Now I am recording a news program on the TV station, which is broadcast on the TV in the cafeteria at noon every day."

"Oh, it's really foreign..." Liu Ling said, thinking again, "You are still in the physics competition class, right?"

"Ah."

"Tsk, 'slash youth' you, how many identities do you have?" Liu Ling, a math teacher with a Ph.D. Tired and panicked, can you take care of it?"

"Well, generally speaking, it's okay. But sometimes things rush together, and it's a bit overwhelming..."

Liu Ling sighed softly: "Let me give you a suggestion: people's energy is limited, and there are more activities to naturally disperse the time for study. In high school, studies are still the main thing. If you don't have these, you should let go. It's just a Suggestion."

Zhuang Wenyao is a little bit embarrassed: "I have thought about this problem too, but no matter what it is, I feel a little bit reluctant to think of quitting... and Lu Zhiheng, a sophomore in high school, is also very 'slash', he is also the monitor of their class, the vice chairman of the student union, and a reporter The team leader, the physics competition, everyone does well in the exam every time..."

"Yes, Lu Zhiheng took the first place again this time," Liu Ling nodded and added, "First in grade."

"..." It stands to reason that Zhuang Wenyao should be happy for him, but Lu Zhiheng has always been so good, and it is no longer new to take the first place in the exam. Instead, he feels a greater sense of loss and frustration.

Liu Ling obviously admired him: "I don't know how much he learns every day."

Zhuang Wenyao couldn't help but said: "Just like us, he learns at ten o'clock. He never stays up late."

"Oh? Is that so..." Liu Ling was a little surprised, "He is truly a talented player."

Zhuang Wenyao added: "But he is also working hard. He wakes up early in the morning and stays in school every week!"

"Hmm..." Liu Ling pondered, "I've heard of this too. They treat high school as if it were a university. At such a young age, I haven't reached the time of independence, so I am so cruel to myself. He deserves the exam. one!"

"He deserves to be the first in the exam!" Zhuang Wenyao nodded in agreement, "Teacher, I have decided to learn from him! I will not go home on weekends and stay in school for self-study!"

Liu Ling laughed: "That's not necessary. You don't have to copy other people's models. The important thing is to find a learning rhythm that suits you. Don't look at some people who stay in school every week and stay up late every day. They study hard. I don’t know what I’m doing! I’m in Cao Ying and my heart is in Han, so my mind wanders away!”

"..." Zhuang Wenyao's face became hot: Stop scolding, stop scolding, Weibo has been uninstalled, and I will never do anything else during study time!

At this time, the preparatory bell rang, and several teachers began to pack their things and prepare to go to class.

Liu Ling went to class 2 to comment on the math papers for the mid-term exam in the next quarter, and took the lesson plans and test papers: "Okay, you should think about the issue of energy allocation, go to class first. Oh, by the way, let's inform the parents next Friday Yes, communicate well with your family and try not to be absent.”

"Okay!" Zhuang Wenyao agreed simply and neatly, but his mood was extremely lost: Why can't the parents' meeting be held at this time when he does well in the exam!

Coincidentally, in the next class, they will have Chinese in class 1.

The Chinese teacher's name is He Tiantian, 35 years old, unmarried, and a poetic woman.The teaching style is not fixed, and the general texts are taught in a conventional way, and it can be done in one or two classes.But if you talk about your favorite articles or authors, you can start from the textbook and talk about it in a steady stream.The students all remember an article "Lin Daiyu Enters Jia's Mansion", which Mr. He talked about for a whole week.Affected by this, during that week, or even within a month, Class 1 was full of "brothers and sisters", you and me, and staged a realistic version of "Dream of Red Mansions".

"The exam questions this time are not difficult, but I didn't expect the biggest problem to be in the composition." On the podium, He Tiantian said in a soft voice, "Students are already in the first semester of high school, and you should understand that high school composition is different from junior high school. It is completely different, it is a unique style of its own, more like the "eight-legged essay" in history. You are not required to be unconventional, as long as you are on topic, you can get the second grade..."

I understand the truth, but the direction of the question review is biased, and the thinking and the person who made the question are not on the same channel.

Zhuang Wenyao sighed helplessly, which caught Zhang Yeran's attention: "Brother Yao, how is the composition?"

Zhuang Wenyao turned over the answer sheet and pushed it to him, with a bright number written in red pen on it.

"35?!" Zhang Yeran was surprised at first, and then patted him on the shoulder as if he was suffering from the same disease, "I'm 36."

Expand the answer sheet and put them together for comparison. The same Gou Crawling character, the same word number line ends immediately, and the same small white writing is incomprehensible.

Half a catty eight taels.

Both of them sighed deeply at the same time: "Oh——"

At this time, He Tiantian said: "Students who did not write well this time should not be discouraged. Before the college entrance examination, we still have a long time to practice the concept and structure of the composition. Our Chinese teaching and research group printed a few high-scoring compositions in the second grade. The class represented trouble. Send it to everyone, pass it on to each other, and learn from the mature article structure and writing methods of seniors and sisters."

Zhang Rui got up to distribute the printing paper, and the whole class began to read the masterpieces of the seniors and sisters.

It has to be said that the composition of academic masters is obviously higher than that of ordinary people, whether it is conception, structure, writing style, or writing.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Zhang Yeran repeatedly praised, "I can't write this kind of article in my life!"

Zhuang Wenyao said: "I won't be able to write it in my next life!"

The essays were typed by the teachers themselves. During the marking process, they left the answer sheets when they saw that they were well written. There was no name or score, and the number was limited. There were ten or so high-scoring essays, and one was copied four times. five servings.Students read an article, and then exchange with other students.

"Damn it!" Zhang Yeran suddenly couldn't restrain his mouth when he got the composition he hadn't read, "Is this word written by a human?"

"Let me take a look." Zhuang Wenyao pulled it over curiously, "Damn it!!!"

This character, in block script, is horizontal and vertical, with strokes and strokes, square and square, but it does not look rigid.

I knew that Lu Zhiheng's handwriting was beautiful, but I didn't expect that it would be so beautiful when placed on the grid paper of the answer sheet!

Zhuang Wenyao finally understood why the teachers tirelessly emphasized the importance of writing: If I were the marking teacher, I would give full marks to this word!

Don't they all say "one white cover one hundred ugliness", put it in the composition, it means "one good handwriting covers one hundred ugliness".The writing is so neat and beautiful, a thick filter is added to the whole article, and small flaws in the content or small white writing can be greatly modified.

But Lu Zhiheng's composition is a different matter, because he not only writes well, but also the content is not bad: short eight or nine hundred words, gorgeous rhetoric, brilliant writing, citing classics, echoing from beginning to end, profound conception, thought-provoking... All evaluation articles Zhuang Wenyao wanted to use such good words on him, but in the end he simply admired them to the point of lack of words: Great, the writing is really great!

Zhang Yeran opened his mouth wide and said nothing. After reading it from the beginning to the end, his heart was shocked for a while, and he said, "I bet this composition was written by Senior Sister Xi Yue!"

Zhuang Wenyao raised his eyebrows: "Why do you guess like that?"

Zhang Yeran: "Because it's well written! Look at the elegant and majestic calligraphy, the gorgeous style of writing, and the level of thought that can only be written by the number one in liberal arts!"

"Who said that?"

Zhuang Wenyao didn't take it seriously. Seeing that the teacher just transferred to them, he asked, "Teacher He! How many points did you get for this article?"

He Tiantian leaned over to glance at the title of the composition, and said with a smile, "It's Lu Zhiheng's, 59."

"I..." Zhang Yeran restrained himself this time, "My God..."

Zhuang Wenyao was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Composition alone is 24 points higher than him.

Lu Zhiheng is really, not a human, is he? !