As soon as these words were spoken, everyone couldn’t help but gasp in shock. 90 points on the test, and zero on the essay. What does that an? It ans that except for the essay, everything else is a perfect score!
You just smiled calmly, "I know, I guessed as much."
"You can still smile about it!"
The Old Scholar wore a look of disappointnt, holding the paper as he began to read:
"After he jumped, good news ca: perfect essay—Preamble
The air of the college entrance exam is thin
No wind
I can only hear my own heartbeat
Begin deep breathing
Start to get inexplicably angry
Perfect essay
An ideal longing
Like a peanut
One shell with three kernels
I want to faint
Pretend to know nothing
Put down the pen, and then
Amidst the sympathetic gazes of many
Carried away
Can fall, but not like a teor
Because tomorrow
I’ll be on the front page
Smile, make a smile
To the powerless fan overhead
To the crying parents
Please spin with the Earth again
As if
I had never been here!"
(Note: Lao Zhan, I wrote this in high school, don’t critique, need face.)
After the Old Scholar finished reading, the classroom was silent; most people still didn’t understand the poem’s intention.
Among them, Yu Zixiao’s lackey laughed out loud in public, "What nonsense is this, incomprehensible."
"What’s incomprehensible is you!" The Old Scholar directly glared at the lackey, then held up the paper to explain to the class, "Eight years ago, there was an incident in Yuhang City, a student fainted suddenly during the first Chinese exam of the college entrance examination, then failed to be admitted because he couldn’t participate in the exam, and committed suicide by poisoning three days later!"
As soon as he said this, everyone couldn’t help but gasp again, and at this ti, even the smile on Yu Zixiao’s face gradually faded, as if he heard sothing.
"That child was a student of our Second Heights, also your senior. Student Li, if I’m not mistaken, this poem is to commorate him, right?"
You shrugged, which was tantamount to admitting it.
"Tell , why did you do this?" The Old Scholar stared straight at you, as if trying to see through your heart from your facial expression.
"Nothing, it’s just that his student number was the sa as mine. And this fool once pursued my elder sister, but after being rejected by her, he went on a hunger strike for a few days and only went to take the college entrance examination after falling ill."
"Your elder sister is?"
"Li Qiyi."
Once the na was ntioned, the Old Scholar nodded, "So it was her, the top scorer in the college entrance exam eight years ago, except for 140 points in Chinese, everything else was full marks!"
"Hiss—"
At this mont, everyone except you and Yan Zisu couldn’t help but take several deep breaths; anwhile, the expression on Yu Zixiao’s face changed continuously, making it impossible to see through his inner changes.
"The Li family is full of prodigies," the Old Scholar sighed again, "A modern poem, though not a masterpiece, at least it’s passable, with so substance, it’s just seriously off-topic!"
The Old Scholar slamd the lectern again, this ti you saw it clearly; at the instant when the Old Scholar’s palm contacted the lectern, a peculiar Qi Force suddenly burst, instantly dissipating the force evenly, leaving only a small part lingering on the objects on the lectern, causing them to rise and fall steadily.
"Oh my, teacher, you can’t let your anger get the best of you at your age, be careful of your blood pressure."
"Ha!" The Old Scholar was genuinely amused, pointing at you with a threatening tone, "There won’t be a next ti!"
You raised your right hand, made a gesture, and laughed, "Got it!"
First subject results, you: 90 points; Yu Zixiao: 125 points, a gap of 35 points suddenly opened up.
So that by the end of the Chinese class, Yu Zixiao’s two lackeys stood up, laughing at you sitting in the last row, "I say Li Muyun, there is still ti to beg our class president for rcy."
"Begging for rcy or not, forget it, I’m quite looking forward to seeing Student Li jumping like a frog on the field naked, maybe this way it can cause a sensation throughout the school and even appear in the newspaper." Yu Zixiao, full of montum, showed an increasingly arrogant victorious deanor on his face.
And as the protagonist, you had already laid down on the desk, embroiled in your dreamy reverie.
The second subject was mathematics, and as soon as the math teacher entered the classroom, it was as if he had taken a stimulant, eagerly tearing open the manila envelope in his hands and excitedly addressing the students, "Class, as your math teacher, I’m delighted; this is the first ti I’ve ever encountered two perfect scores in a monthly exam in all my years of teaching!"
"Wow, perfect score, who is it?" a student exaggerated.
One of Yu Zixiao’s lackeys imdiately replied, "Who else could it be? The first is definitely Scholar Yan, as for the second, heh heh, of course, it’s our class president."
Hearing this, Yu Zixiao couldn’t help but smile and touch his nose, believing that his math score was indeed a perfect mark this monthly test. Thinking of this, Yu Zixiao turned to glance at Yan Zisu, who was sitting one seat away. Yan Zisu, as usual, was expressionlessly reading a book, occasionally looking up at the teacher.
The math teacher looked at Yu Zixiao, smiled, and said, "Zi Xiao did well too, but it wasn’t a perfect score."
"Not the class president, then who? The study committee mber?"
Yu Zixiao, upon hearing this, then looked towards the study committee mber sitting on his left. Although the study committee mber wasn’t part of Yu Zixiao’s faction, they were on amicable terms, not interfering with each other. Seeing Yu Zixiao looking at him, the study committee mber adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
The math teacher kept the students in suspense, shaking his head as well, "It isn’t the study committee mber either."
"Then it is the math class representative!"
A girl with thick black-fra glasses, sowhat plump, raised her head, seeing everyone looking at her, she imdiately lowered her head without saying a word.
The math teacher waved his hand at the guessing students, "Alright, no need to guess, this student just transferred to our class."
As soon as this was said, everyone was stunned, including Yu Zixiao, who, usually composed, suddenly stood up, lost his cool, and shouted, "This is impossible!"
The math teacher raised the test paper in his hand, facing you sitting at the back of the room, "Student Li Muyun, co up and get your test paper."
"Oh."
You lazily yawned, stood up shakily, and walked towards the podium. After taking the paper, you looked up with bleary eyes, pointed at Yu Zixiao, and asked the math teacher, "Teacher, what’s this guy’s score?"
"Ah, Classmate Yu’s score, let see." The math teacher glanced at the score sheet and said offhandedly, "Not bad, 135 points."
"Hmm, not bad." You laughed, that lazy deanor looked extrely irkso to Yu Zixiao.
Yu Zixiao stared at you intently, murmuring coldly, "Don’t get too full of yourself; no matter what, I’m still 20 points ahead of you."
Reviews
All reviews (0)