I Am the Sister of the School Grass

"What's the matter? I'm so provoked that I can't change the papers?"

Besides, a teacher put on glasses and looked for the score points in the students' papers.

He looked back at his colleague and felt as if he had been greatly stimulated.

The colleague was so excited that he almost broke his voice—

"You guys, come, take a look, this, the paper!"

Other teachers were surprised.

"What's wrong with you, Lao Fang? What's wrong?"

"If it really doesn't work, you can go to the side and take a rest, and I will correct this paper."

Anyway, this time of rewriting is to find right and wrong.

Half of the answers were very outstanding, and the other half...that's it.

A consolation prize for everyone.

The voice of the teacher who changed to this perfect answer sheet has been broken, and she can hardly make a normal voice.

But he still insisted on calling friends and companions, "You, come, see, ah-!"

A junior teacher next to her was more diligent and stood up and walked over.

I was shocked when I saw the answer sheet.

The first sentence is: "Who is so big, and the standard answer is bound in."

I was so excited that I broke the tone, and because of this sentence, the teacher who was so angry that he recovered immediately grabbed his stack of papers back.

"Is this a standard answer? This is a handwritten, student answer sheet!"

As soon as they said this, other teachers who didn't want to move their nests also gathered around.

"Show me."

"This student is amazing, this is a beautiful hand."

"This problem-solving idea is very innovative, using the fewest steps to ensure that no mistakes are made."

"So, this is one full score one roll?"

As soon as these words came out, the entire grading room fell silent.

It took about tens of seconds before someone came back to their senses.

"Yes, full marks."

"True, perfect."

"No problem, perfect score."

"Leave this paper and see who he is in a while. In my impression, no one can write such an excellent answer."

"Alas, if you don't tell me I want to open the seal now."

"No, the seal can only be removed after the score is registered. We can't violate the rules."

The teachers were silent for a while, then suddenly scattered and returned to their seats.

"Then hurry up, after the paper is corrected, you will know who this classmate is."

Because of this unknown classmate, the teachers of the national training team completed this time three hours earlier than last year.

Then everyone started eagerly waiting for the opening of the test papers.

As for the final check score, it is natural that someone will complete it.

The teachers of the national team who are not grading the papers need to be responsible.

The teachers eagerly opened the test papers and found the students who wrote the full marks.

—Fang Yunyan, Haisheng No. 1 Middle School.

"Haisheng No. 1 Middle School, it is said that this is a good school, there should be a lot of competitions abroad for good seedlings... Wait, let me search Baidu Encyclopedia."

"...don't go, Haisheng, aren't you familiar with these two words?"

The one with the largest number of participants and the smallest number of winners every year.

The year before last, there was not even a single country, and in the end, they took care of their province's face, so they reluctantly gave a country a go.

"Ah, it's this sea province, I just said why it sounds familiar."

"Yeah, I was stunned when I saw the word Haixing."

Some people even doubt: "This is really the level of Haisheng No. 1 Middle School?"

To be honest, it really doesn't look like it.

Not only the teacher who asks the question, but many people don't believe it.

Until an older teacher held his reading glasses and asked, "Haisheng No. 1 Middle School, I remember that there was a student named... Yuanmo?"

"Really, I'm impressed too."

"!!"

"Yuanmo is also from Haisheng No. 1 Middle School?"

They haven't finished speaking yet.

A teacher who once taught Yuan Mo suddenly grabbed the key and went out.

"What did Mr. Wang do?"

"Can't you hold back?"

"Cough cough," the older teacher coughed twice, "You newcomers don't know, in addition to his high grades and crushing countless people, Yuan Mo can write two questions per question. Three solutions."

Therefore, Mr. Wang guessed that Fang Yunyan could also come up with several solutions.

Now looking for her acting papyrus.

Nowadays, many of the Osay teaching materials on the market have extended ideas beyond the standard answers, which were written by Yuan Mo who stayed with the author for countless nights.

It's just that not many people know this.

That year, the Huaguo national team failed in the International Mathematical Olympiad (IMO).

The teachers of the national team even hope that Yuanmo will repeat a year and participate in another math competition…

No, they even gave Yuanmo a guarantee that they would no longer need to participate in the domestic CMO, as long as they participated in the IMO in the second year.

Ke Yuanmo was in a bad mood at that time.

Mr. Zhang, who was holding Yunyan to play the straw paper, can still remember the decadent eyes of the young man.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, I can't do it, I can't sit in the IMO exam room anymore."