After the exam on the last day, Tan Qingchuan was very calm.

Sometimes it's as simple as resigning oneself.

But deep down there is a vague unwillingness. I always hope to see the results of Li Deli and others in other subjects, because Chinese and mathematics do not represent the whole, maybe these two subjects are behind, and the other subjects are good, maybe that Song Shiqiu is the best in these two subjects, and the other subjects are relatively biased......

There are always too many thoughts in my head, but I can't get through them.

The so-called only opponents can understand opponents, Tan Qingchuan understands very well that a character like Wang Qi, if he relies on a champion Song Shiqiu, he can really climb up to the top without hesitation, if he becomes a grade leader, a teaching director, and a vice principal in the future, this day of the first middle school will completely change!

There are many schools he knows, there are such characters, either they are powerful and powerful, or they are not good at drilling camps, and when they come in, they are like breaking into a sheepfold.

can only watch the other party rise like a rocket, as the head of the teaching group, as the director of education, the vice principal, the party secretary, and even the principal, but all the people who stand in front of them have been rectified, surrounded by people who have been sloppy and patting horses, and the school that was originally good has become a mess of fighting for power and profit.

Of course, some of these people later fell because of discipline problems, and some of them became leaders of the direct education system that had lived for thousands of years. These people patted their butts and left, and as a result, a good school was like cheese drilled by these moths, and it was a mess.

Many teachers who are working on the front line have cooled their hearts and blood, and the quality of teaching has plummeted, and the school has naturally fallen to the bottom.

After all these years, look at those half-dead zombie schools, there are still fewer examples?

There are people like Wang Qi in Yigao, just those behaviors and those practices that attack Tan Qingchuan's superiority have actually aroused the vigilance of some veteran teachers and discerning people.

Many people support standing on Tan Qingchuan's side. Even when Wang Qi made a fuss about Tan Qingchuan's lectures, saying that it did not conform to the spirit of the document, there were old teachers who did not know Tan Qingchuan who stood up and fought for him from the principal, "Teacher Tan's lectures have such and such problems, and they are picked by the bones in the eggs.

For these righteous helps, Tan Qingchuan is very grateful.

He knew that everyone hoped that he could curb Wang Qi, and not let people like Wang Qi succeed and stop the spread of this trend. But in the end, it can only fall on the competition of professional ability.

The fact that the situation is...... It is extremely unpromising.

In the past few days, the office of the correction team has encountered all kinds of inquiries about gossip, so much so that the teaching office has specially reiterated its discipline, strictly prohibiting guests from meeting guests during the correction period and leaving the marking venue without permission, and also dispatched an inspection team to guard the marking place and prohibit unrelated personnel from entering again.

In the office of the correction team in the past few days, the teachers have either buried themselves in grading, or discussed with the group leader, or discussed how much the student's answer should be scored for the degree of fit the question, whether there is any controversy about the question, and whether the student's answer sheet exceeds the norm...... Or see a peculiar composition, everyone circulates it, some nod, some shake their heads......

Externally, on the first year of high school, I can only wait quietly for the final release of the results.

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Song Jia, a Class 9 English teacher, finished her first two classes of the afternoon on Friday but did not leave the office in a hurry.

Even Qin Xizhen, a music teacher who only had one class in the afternoon, stayed at the end.

It's been a day since the midterm exams ended, and there was news yesterday that the exam papers were basically corrected, and the results may be out today. However, this process is confidential, and the previous rumors are only possible, and it is not certain that they will not be able to come out today.

After a big exam, not to mention that the students are panicked all day long, the teachers are not worried.

This is not only to test students' grades, but also to test their own teaching performance.

Fractions, such cold and direct things, tell the truth.

When it comes to scores, from students to teachers, parents, and even principals, the leadership is not very sensitive. In the final analysis, this is the era of success or failure based on scores.

Tan Qingchuan hasn't slept well in the past few days, he is quite tormented, he got up this morning and washed his face, and when he saw his haggard self in the mirror, he smiled helplessly.

The smile was bitter and dry.

Thinking that the revision team has been working overtime in the past few days, changing scores, and statistics, and the results will come out soon, I actually have a sense of fear that I dare not go to the office to face it. It's like there's a great hurdle in life, like a judgment that is about to befall you.

It's just that it's basically afternoon, and there is no news from the teaching team.

Some people think that it is estimated that there will be no results today, and tomorrow Saturday, the whole school will continue to have classes, and if it is not released tomorrow, it may be that the results will be released until Monday of the following week.

The last two classes in the afternoon of Class 9 were Tan Qingchuan's classes.

When the bell rang, the teacher's office in Group A was empty again, and the sun shone through the window.

In the huge office, there are only two teachers left, Song Jia and Qin Xizhen.

"Isn't Teacher Xiao Qin going home yet?" Song Jia smiled and looked over.

Qin Xizhen responded, "There are still classes that haven't been prepared, I'll wait a little longer." ”

Actually, both knew what they were waiting for.

Being in the same class, there is also a sense of hatred and hatred, and everyone hopes that the class they teach can show actual results in an exam. Qin Xizhen is concerned about the students and classes, they are all waiting to see if the final school is over, and the subject group will come over to release the results.

The clock passed minute by minute, and when the hands pointed to five o'clock, there was the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

Song Jia and Qin Xizhen's ears were pricked up. Then they saw a teacher walk in with a stack of document bags, they didn't know anyone, but they were very familiar, it was the teacher from the second year of high school.

The teacher walked in the door and looked at the empty office and smiled at them, "May I ask, Tan Qingchuan, the teacher of Class 9, Shao Chunhua of Class 10, and Wang Lei of Class 12, where are their tables?"

The teacher took out the leather document bag in his hand, and the name of the class and the class teacher was written on the cover, "The results and rankings of these three classes have been driven out first, I will give them them, they can take a look at it tonight, and summarize the results......"

Qin Xizhen and Song Jia stood up from the table at the same time.

Qin Xizhen was about to take a step, and paused again, she was a non-professional teacher after all. Song Jia stepped forward, "You give it to me, and I'll give it to them when the time comes." ”

"Okay, thank you then!" the subject teacher took out three copies from the stack of documents he was holding and handed them to Song Jia. Then I went out again and went to another teacher's office for assignment.

Song Jia and Qin Xizhen glanced at each other, and both of them were busy starting to unwrap the ropes of the cowhide bag.

"How many classes do you want to watch? I'll teach Class 9, and I'll see how Class 9's English performance is. ”

Qin Xizhen nodded, "I'll look at Class Twelve first." ”

Qin Xizhen took the cowhide bag and took out a few pieces of A4 paper inside.

Song Jia was also busy flipping through the grade book of Class 9, the order inside was according to the packaging order of the printer, there were three pages inside, and the students' grades in each subject were printed in the form of a table, and the numbers in the table at the end were the rankings of the class.

It's just that these results are not typeset in ranked order, and at this time, the teaching team is working overtime to revise the papers, and the typesetting work is informal.

Song Jia just looked at it, and Tan Qingchuan, who stepped on the bell of class and did not drag the class for the first time, just walked into the office with his teacup, and saw the things that the two teachers were holding in their hands, Tan Qingchuan's face twitched, but his tone was very calm, "Oh, the report card is out......"

He was holding his stainless steel water glass, the labels on which were mottled and whitish from age.

Tan Qingchuan looked very calm, as if he was facing an ordinary job, and walked over, Song Jia didn't finish reading it, but this was the head teacher's thing, and she handed the report card of Class 9 to Tan Qingchuan.

Tan Qingchuan was not in a hurry, he first poured hot water into the cup from the hot water bottle on the ground, picked up the teacup, and took Song Jia's stack of papers, in fact, his heart speed had already accelerated.

At this time, teachers entered the office one after another, and they all looked at him Tan Qingchuan, and someone immediately said, "Oh, the report card is out!"

Tan Qingchuan nodded reservedly, picked up the teacup with his right hand and poured the tea inlet, and spread out the score book with his left hand, in fact, his eyes were already searching for it quickly.

I saw Zheng Qiuying!

Zheng Qiuying, as I heard, 135 in mathematics, 120 in Chinese, and 134 in English...... Ranked ...... in the class Fourth!

Well?

Zheng Qiuying is not the second?

Tan Qingchuan's eyes moved like exploring radar, and this time he searched directly for the name.

Ridley Lie.

Got it.

Mathematics 137, Chinese 130, English 133, Physics 89, Chemistry 87, Biology 97, Politics 80, History 98, Geography 98.

Position...... 2。

2 What2?

Tan Qingchuan was a little stunned for a while.

2......？

That...... What about 1?

Tan Qingchuan twisted his fingers, and his skillful movements made him open the gap between the three sheets of paper at once, revealing the number on the far right.

Where is 1?

1Who is it, come out quickly......

1！

Tan Qingchuan took another sip of tea, took out the piece of paper, and searched along the row of units.

Then freeze.

Countless eyes.

"Poof......!"

Tan Qingchuan squirted out a mouth full of tea.