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Hearing this, the teachers gathered around.

Because these words are so attractive.

This means that 56 points is indeed the upper limit of our rating. However, does it stipulate that the maximum score for Chinese composition can only be this?

Is it so much higher than the other 56 points that we have to settle for 56 points?

Do we want these teachers to admit that the subject of Chinese is really inseparable and should not be taken so seriously?

"Let me take a look." Vincent Wu took the test paper and recognized it just by seeing the title, "It's a novel."

"Writing a novel in a low-level examination room?"

"You are indeed very brave."

"It's also possible that this student is good at Chinese but not good at other subjects, so he ended up in this examination room."

Everyone looked at Wu Vincent like this, expecting the other party's comments. Then, I saw him smiling and nodding, and said, "Well written, well written. How did this kid come up with the idea to write like this?"

"Teacher Liu, look."

Wu Wensen gave the test paper to Liu Fang again.

She is the teacher of the best liberal arts class in the school. Although she does not have special grades, her qualifications and standards are beyond compare. Moreover, her composition level is particularly high, and her literary talent can be said to be the best among this group of people.

Liu Fang took the test paper and read it carefully: "A young man went to the Zen monastery to ask the Buddha. He was hesitant and confused about the future, and asked the Buddha for advice. After offering incense and kowtow, he left the Zen room. At this time, a monk came and asked Said, the donor is confused about the future, can’t he see the future? The young man replied, I am not pessimistic, and I work hard, but I feel that the road ahead is tortuous and I am afraid of giving up halfway, so I want to look at the future to make myself more at ease. If I am sure about the future, I Once you realize your self-worth, you will never waver again. The monk smiled lightly and then covered the young man's eyes with his hands..."

After opening his eyes, the young man saw the future.

In the future, I will become the person I dreamed of and have a happy family.

The young man thanked the monk and left happily.

At this point, he was no longer hesitant.

But at the same time, I also became slack on self-improvement, thinking that I would be successful in the future anyway, even if I didn't work so hard, it would still be about the same.

Later one day, when he went to the Zen monastery to fulfill his vow, he met that monk again. The monk asked, does the donor still want to see the future?

The young man is confused, isn't his future determined?

The monk said, you might as well take a look.

Then, he touched the young man's eyes again.

After opening his eyes, he saw that not only did he not realize his dream in the future, but he was also very frustrated and decadent in the future. So I asked the monk in horror why my future had changed.

The monk said that the so-called future is the accumulation of infinite present moments. Donor, have you done your best today?

I am just a little slack, but it will change the future so much?

The monk said that when walking during the day, you should cherish the shade, and when you use it during the day, you should cherish the things. Just as a drop of water can penetrate a stone, a wire saw can break wood. Nothing is achieved overnight, but countless small changes lead to qualitative changes.

Knowing the future means binding the present.

Now, does the donor still think that being able to see the future is a good thing?

After the young man suddenly realized this, he bowed gratefully and left the monastery.

Then, work harder than before.

The gradually decreasing accumulation leads to a failed future.

Gradually increasing accumulation leads to a more successful future.

The so-called future refers to countless present moments.

He did not go back to the monk to pry into the future.

But he saw the future again.

"It's so on-topic, so perfect." Liu Fang really didn't expect that this kind of work would appear in the exam composition.

Many people can write novels, but writing novels in composition is very difficult.

What's the difficulty?

It is necessary to ensure that the structure of the novel is complete within the limited space, and at the same time, it must also stick to the theme. This student did a great job in this regard.

And it also has a certain amount of interest, not a completely boring and dogmatic reasoning.

After Liu Fang read it, other teachers also borrowed it one after another, and they all agreed that this article could get full marks.

"It's just the title. It's a bit too UC and doesn't match the text." A teacher said with some pity.

In this regard, Wu Wensen explained: "This student was afraid that the marking teacher would think he was missing the topic, so he forcibly withdrew the question. If he was really asked to write it as a novel, the word 'future' would definitely not be included in the question."

"Yes, and it's not a big problem if the question is crooked." Liu Fang also agreed and said, "56 points is completely enough."

"Then give it a score of 56?" the teacher in charge of reading this paper asked.

Everyone nodded and thought it was okay.

However, Vincent Wu did not express his position.

He took the test paper and wrote a red number on it: 57.

In fact, 57 is equal to 60.

The school usually does not award full marks in monthly exams, but in order to differentiate this paper from other high-scoring papers, it shows that it has a unique intention.

This 57 points is very illustrative.

"How about you open it and look at the name." A teacher encouraged curiously.

"This is not good..." The female teacher looked at Wu Vincent subtly.

"It's okay, it's just a monthly exam. The joint exam of the seven schools will be more important next time." Wu Wensen said quite openly, "If a student is really in a bad class, you can even encourage him to try this path and participate in some essay competitions. , or soliciting essay submissions, which are also quite useful. Aren’t there still some schools that have plans to promote literature?”

Eleventh Middle School does not require students to maintain a bachelor's degree.

They only look at the first rate.

Students who fail to pass the exam can try other subjects, such as art, broadcasting, sports, etc., as long as they have the opportunity to take the exam.

This is also a good thing for the students themselves. After all, when looking at your academic qualifications after graduating from college, you first look at your undergraduate institution.

One book is more capable of bluffing people.

"Okay, then I'll take it apart."

Since the language team leader said so, she did it. Then, he took off the staples that sealed the line, opened it, looked at the name, and read: "Chen Yuan, Class 18..."

"Isn't that right? It's wrong."

Liu Fang interrupted directly and said with certainty: "He said that what he wrote was an argumentative essay, about the relationship between the future and the present..."

At this point, she was unsure again.

Then, the female teacher took out the test paper, confirmed it, and said, "Indeed, it belongs to Chen Yuan."

"I remember this name. He was a boy who was very good at basketball, but wasn't he from Class 15? He also represented Class 15 in the competition that day."

"It should be from Class 18. When I listened to the English radio, I heard the end, Class 18 Chen Yuan. Haha, a boy with a nice voice."

Even among teachers, there are not a few people who know Chen Yuan's name.

At this moment, Liu Fang suddenly understood why he was turning over the test paper when she passed by him.

This is because I am afraid of being seen by myself!

Really, didn’t I say that all students in Class 18 should write argumentative essays? Why didn't he take it seriously...

Only then did Liu Fang understand the reason.

It is also your own responsibility.

Because Class 18 was too bad and couldn't compare with Class 15, she made a rant in Class 18. The genre limit for the exam should be prose, narrative, novel, classical Chinese, and poetry for you. except.

If you want to get high scores, you can only write argumentative essays.

However, she felt that the responsibility did not entirely lie with her.

She maliciously speculated: Did Chen Yuan waste all his time on his composition, which led to his poor performance in other areas?

"Let me change this one. I'll calculate the score first." Liu Fang took the initiative to do the work that was not hers.

Of course, the other teacher was very happy to agree, handed it to her, and said with a smile: "There are 57 points in the composition, so the total score cannot be 130."

All I can say is that she may understand Chinese.

But she doesn't understand Chen Yuan.

"Hmm, probably."

Liu Fang corrected the multiple-choice questions in the test paper like this, and got half of them wrong. The poetry is written silently, which is very good and absolutely correct. Classical Chinese, about half. No, what is this translation? Reading, well, if you perform stably, you can basically only get about half of the points.

After calculating the scores for all the questions and adding them together, Liu Fang smiled with relief.

She looked at the 112 points on the roll and didn't know what to say.

"Ah... I almost got full marks in my essay, but I'm only in my early 100s. What a talent."

"And if the essay is calculated according to 50 points, it is only 105. Hiss, it is very impressive at first glance. The essay has a high score of 50, but the total score is in the early 100s."

"I never expected that some people would get 666 points by relying on their composition."

Hearing these words, Liu Fang became more and more angry. However, paradoxically, she also liked the child's spirituality very much.

Today's essay has increased his favorability in his heart.

Exam-oriented education aside, he has something.

But you, a high school student, are you abandoning exam-oriented education?

"I am angry."

After returning the test paper to the teacher who was correcting it, Liu Fang made up her mind, thinking of the special assistant student the leader had told her about, and said, "I have to take some time from Teacher Mo and Teacher Shirley to make up for my Chinese skills." ”

…………

Compared with Chinese, the math test was really exciting and a big battle!

Chen Yuan really enjoyed writing it.

This kind of question, which is casually scored five points and ten points, is written with emotion. Compared with the kind of Chinese language that you have to work hard to get a few points, it is just one word - exciting.

But today I really got the glory of Chaozi.

The moment he saw the title, Chen Yuan thought of the morning when he first gained vision of the future.

His mentality at that time was indeed that the future had strangled his present and became boring.

That’s why writing this essay felt so smooth.

The processing for Goldfinger also uses a more retro writing method - Old Monk.

All I can say is that it is impossible to write a novel with a complete structure without deviating from the topic, and the writing style is not bad, without getting a high score.

Of course, there is no point in thinking about such things.

Chen Yuan began to work hard on math problems within two hours.

This month of hard training has greatly increased his strength. At the same time, the academic thinking I learned while listening to my heart was also engraved in my mind.

Without cheating, Chen Yuan has basically written all these math questions.

However, since there was no cheating, the time was just enough, and there was not much time for inspection.

There should be no problem with the simple answer questions, but the second question of the difficult question may be wrong. Also, he only solved one of the 16 questions. There was obviously another answer, but he really couldn't figure it out.

The bell that ended the exam rang just like this.

"Ah, it's so difficult."

"The question this time is really disgusting."

"It should only be a passing grade."

But after the exam ended, other people in the exam room were wailing.

Wait, is this question difficult?

Chen Yuan didn't quite understand.

But he soon came to his senses.

Yes, I did Olympiad questions for a month when I was riding a horse, and it was very difficult when I participated in the competition. It's like having a weight-bearing sandbag tied to a person's body, and it has not been untied, and he can still live his life as usual. Then after a month, the restraint is lifted, then he can just take off?

Show lotus!

"How's it going?"

Carrying a schoolbag and walking side by side with Zhou Fu, Chen Yuan took the initiative to ask.

"I feel the same as in the morning." Zhou Fu glanced at him and lowered her head.

"ha?"

"I did well in the Chinese test this morning, so I took the initiative to ask you. Now that you are doing well in math, you have to comfort me." Zhou Fu has already understood human nature, and it is so true.

"Why don't you think it might be taunting?"

"Hey you..." Zhou Fu frowned and complained with some dissatisfaction, "You have to expect me to do better."

I hope you get better so much, and you have to encourage me too.

"You're kidding. If it doesn't work, I can tutor you in math." Chen Yuan said confidently.

"The special assistant student turned into me..."

Zhou Fu had no sense of reality at all.

After all, he just came to Class 18, a month ago, and the other party was weaker than him in all aspects.

Is this the power of love? You have to set a goal to make progress?

However, I only have the power of friendship.

582-78=504?

No, no one ran back.

"By the way, Xinyu should have finished the exam today, right?" Zhou Fu asked suddenly.

"She took the exam one day earlier than us. Moreover, she will be able to score tomorrow."

"Publishing the results in one day... It's so scary to be a teacher in No. 4 Middle School. You don't give anyone any time to breathe?" Zhou Fu felt her scalp numb.

That kind of place is so cruel.

Zhang Jianjun, you turned the school into the Hall of Hell!

"After all, that is the Fourth Middle School." Chen Yuan said in awe, "When the midterm exam comes, Haidong Fourth High School will even have to do some ranking of the four schools."

This four-school ranking is terrible.

The students of the First Sect, the Fourth Sect, the Haizong, and the Attached Sect make a big ranking.

The first place in this ranking is basically the reserve number one pick.

Both liberal arts and sciences, and he is the provincial champion.

"Then Xinyu must be under a lot of pressure, right?" Zhou Fu asked worriedly.

"Ah?" Chen Yuan disagreed, "She should be fine..."

"There is no problem with her strength, but after all, she has undergone some changes recently." Zhou Fu looked at Chen Yuan and reminded, "If the results are not good, you should also persuade her not to get into trouble."

With her character, it should be easy to connect her failure in grades with puppy love.

And she obviously won't give up on puppy love because of this.

Zhou Fu could tell that Xia Xinyu particularly liked Chen Yuan, and breaking up was impossible for her.

Since she couldn't give up and encountered setbacks, she could only compete with herself.

Of course, she believed that Xia Xinyu was a very powerful person.

Maybe there really is that kind of genius who can handle both love and study perfectly?

"Well, I understand."

Chen Yuan nodded. When he left school, he was just about to take out his mobile phone to send a message to Xia Xinyu when he saw another message from the other party asking for leave: I am still a little uncomfortable today, so I went home alone. ha.

…………

In fact, the menstrual holiday does not affect the problem solving on the second day.

Therefore, Xia Xinyu was not affected by any force majeure in this exam, and she could not find excuses due to her health.

There is no need to make other excuses.

But this time, she really felt that some questions were difficult to solve.

Physics and mathematics, subjects I used to consider myself very good at, why are I so unsure?

It shouldn't be.

After she started working with Chen Yuan, she didn't slack off at all. On the contrary, she studied harder because she was afraid that her grades would be affected.

However, the study time is indeed shorter, and things that are no different from Chen Yuan's 'dating' gradually happen more often...

Don't think about it yet. The results haven't come out yet, so you shouldn't doubt yourself like this.

It won't fall directly below 600 points.

She has never scored below 600 in the test since she arrived at No. 4 Middle School, so there is no reason for such a big setback this time.

Sitting on the bed, holding the phone and looking at the screen.

Xia Xinyu: Auntie, have your math scores come out? How many do I have?

Generally speaking, students do not know their grades in advance, but after all, my aunt is a faculty member of the school, so she can tell them in advance.

This has been done in the past.

The difference this time was that she was particularly nervous during the waiting period.

I was never so panicked when I checked my high school results...

Boom boom.

When the WeChat message came, Xia Xinyu quickly picked up her phone.

However, after seeing the numbers sent by his aunt, his expression froze.

Slowly put down the phone, sat on the bed, hugged his knees with his hands. Gradually, my head was buried...

At this time, there was a knock in the room. Along with the WeChat message reminder sound, she picked up her phone and knew that it was Chen Yuan who was looking for her.

So, she pursed her lips and squeezed the smile out of her face. Then he got out of bed and walked to the door, opened the door, and took the initiative to say hello: "You must have just finished the math test, how was it?"

"Very good, I've written it all..."

Chen Yuan looked at himself and his tone of voice gradually became lower.

Did you put your emotions on your face?

"I'm telling you, you can definitely do it." Xia Xinyu smiled and patted Chen Yuan's shoulder and said, "There are two more games tomorrow, and we have to add..."

"Did you not do well in the exam?"

Chen Yuan really saw through himself completely.

When he asked this question, he was already ready to comfort himself.

But I don’t need comfort. If I didn’t do well in the exam this time, I’ll do it next time...

But tears began to well up in his eyes unconsciously.

When Chen Yuan saw this, he raised his hand and was about to wipe away Xia Xinyu's tears when she immediately threw herself on him, buried her head in her arms, and burst into tears.

She really didn't expect that this mere monthly exam would hit her so hard.

Chen Yuan didn't know what to do, so he had to put his hand on her head.

And this touch directly caused Xia Xinyu's grievance to explode, and she choked and said: "I don't want to learn anymore, I don't want to learn anymore... let's have a good talk..."