Justice may be late, but the monthly exam will not.

For three whole days, from Wednesday to Friday, when I opened my eyes, it was the exam, and the biochemical politics of the history and geography of the language and mathematics were known as the "Nine Hells", and everyone was going to be stupid for the exam, and the corridors were full of students who were leaning against the wall to endorse the books, and even in the toilets, there were people squatting in the pit while holding a book and reciting words. The teachers are not easy, and they are tireless with this "invigilation book".

Some people will ask, the invigilator also has to study? Isn't it just a matter of sitting in the classroom, at most standing up from time to time and patrolling around.

That's not true. Proctoring is a job that involves the soul, just like hydrology.

The time is long, the task is monotonous, and the process is torturous.

Teachers with obsessive-compulsive disorder need to receive psychological treatment before invigilation, and teachers with severe mobile phone dependence must ensure that they do not use mobile phones inpatiently during the invigilation to ensure that the invigilation work goes smoothly.

This is preparation before proctoring.

During the invigilation, the teachers also have to try to suppress their desire to speak, the elders are not allowed to ask the younger ones about their age, major, how many years they have been here, whether they have bought a house, whether they are married, etc., and the young people are not allowed to ask the elders about their job titles, income, etc., everyone should respect each other and keep a certain distance from each other's lives.

In addition, a student from Haitang High School anonymously reported to the invigilation team, saying that a teacher subconsciously commented that one party was "blind" after seeing two students in love holding hands and entering the examination room. This sentence caused a lot of sensation.

The invigilator team said that it would give the teacher a verbal warning, and included this in the "invigilation guide", and added "do not discuss the ratio of men to women, the way students dress, and even the color of their hair".

Finally, the "Proctor's Guide" also provides a few ways that invigilators can relieve loneliness when they don't notice that a student is cheating and is bored.

For example, write down the words on mineral water bottles, chalk boxes, and glasses cloth one by one, and even recite them.

Or look at the extra test papers, but it is forbidden to do questions, and it is not allowed to ridicule students before the end of the exam after doing it, which is mainly aimed at a teacher surnamed Han in the first year of high school.

In addition to these two ways, there are several other pastimes, which are not mentioned for the time being due to the number of words.

At this time, in the first (1) class of high school, all the students who had just finished the second test were gathered around the seats in full condition, and the second test was the math test, which was also the one they were most unsure of but the most curious about the answer.

There are students who have answered the finale question and want to make sure that they have answered correctly from the situation.

And those who didn't answer the finale questions at all wanted to check the answers of the test papers to confirm how many points they scored, whether they could pass this time, and whether they would be scolded by their parents when they went home.

As soon as he stopped writing, someone excitedly asked, "Xueshen, are you done?"

Guo Qiqi nodded.

"What ......," the man asked again, "can we take it?"

Guo Qiqi nodded again.

The sound of tearing and pulling the surface of the paper against the table, someone immediately snatched the test paper and took it aside to compare the answers.

Guo Qiqi rubbed the corners of his forehead, and instead of taking out the history extracurricular book to look through, he got up and walked outside the classroom, leaning on the railing and looking at it casually. The classroom was so noisy that even if he wore noise-cancelling headphones, it would be difficult to keep the noise out.

Looking out from the second floor, there were students everywhere, all discussing the math test just now.

Today is not only the first year of high school monthly exams, but also the second and third years of high school are also taking exams at the same time, so that the entire campus is filled with an atmosphere of painful learning, many people secretly swear that they must work hard in the next month, and they can no longer stand like a minion like today, but it will not take a day for them to forget this oath in a blink of an eye.

In the classroom behind them, there were cheers full of surprise and dejected laments, they did not doubt that the situation would be wrong, if the situation was wrong, it must be the teacher who made the wrong question, or the teacher himself did something wrong.

For Kuang Qiqi, high school knowledge is too simple, and he has even taught himself to the university level, which of course, refers to foreign languages and history.

As for mathematics, Guo Qiqi was not interested, and he only mastered the mathematics knowledge in high school and did not continue to study.

Foreign languages and history, the former helped him communicate as he explored the world, while the latter, without a doubt, was the academic field he wanted to study in the most depth.

The melodious bell rang, but in everyone's ears, it was like a death knell.

For whom the bell is tolling, of course, for them.

Qi Qi turned around and returned to the classroom, quickly packed up the stationery and supplies to bring for the exam later, and after confirming that it was correct, he calmly went to the examination room.

"Alas, when will I be able to be so indifferent to the exams like a god. Someone said enviously.

"Don't think about it, just your brain. Another scoffed.

At this time, "Cream Bread" Wang Ji walked into the classroom, there was really cream on his chin, and someone immediately asked him: "Fatty, just a twenty-minute break, you still went to the commissary to buy a bread to eat?"

Wang Ji smiled: "What, can't it? How tiring the exam is, especially the math exam, I was almost starving to death when I took the exam, if I don't eat something, I guess I won't be able to last lunch." ”

"Really!"

A boy who had a good relationship with Wang Ji put his arm around his shoulder, "You have no conscience, don't you call me when you go to the commissary?"

"Hungry. ”

Wang Ji casually pulled a tissue from a girl's desk, ignored the other party's annoyed look, quickly wiped his mouth and chin, picked up the pencil case lying on his desk, casually stuffed the math test paper into the belly of the desk, and then dropped the desk, a series of actions in one go, and then ran out of the classroom.

The next exam is a foreign language, and he is also a grinding goblin.

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Objectively speaking, it is short, but for the students of Haitang High School, the subjectively quite long three days finally came to an end after the end bell of the last political exam.

"Tingqi, why don't you leave? ”

In the first (9th) class of high school, Jiang Xueheng packed his schoolbag and turned his head to look at Guo Tingqi, who was holding his chin with his hands and his heart written on his face.

"Nope. Guo Tingqi pouted and shook his head, "You help me ask the coach for a leave, I have something at home today, and I can't go to training." ”

Jiang Xueheng nodded: "Ao." He turned around and left the classroom.

After Jiang Xueheng left, Guo Tingqi scratched his head vigorously, and his dandruff fell on the table like snowflakes, the monthly exam was over, but for him, the real exam was about to begin.

Riding away from the entrance of Haitang High School in a long black car, Guo Tingqi's heart began to beat rapidly, facing out of the window, but his eyes were not fixed.

Dusk is slowly approaching, and today is the last working day of the week, and people who have been busy for five days have not chosen to go home, but to go out to play. Guanqian Street is overcrowded, full of couples holding hands, and student parties in school uniforms with skewers in their hands.

Thousands of lights are lit up, and it is very lively.

Guo Tingqi looked out the car window at the darkening night, they were walking from the city to the wilderness, the long black sedan driving steadily on the uneven mountain road. The car has undergone a special modification, the windows are bulletproof, the chassis is shockproof, and according to the driver, Lao Zhang, there are some unknown features.

The bright moonlight of October splashes over the vast fields.

They finally arrived at the destination of the trip, Guo Tingqi pulled the car door and got out of the car, sneakers on the gravel ground.

In front of him, a factory-like behemoth stood in the darkness, searchlights flew by, and a solemn momentum rushed towards him.

"This is it?"

Guo Tingqi swallowed his spit and asked the driver standing beside him.

The driver nodded, "Young master, according to the instructions of the two masters, you have to go in by yourself." ”

Guo Tingqi turned his head and looked at him in surprise: "You won't go in with me?"

"Yes. The driver said, "But please rest assured, young master, I will wait at the door until you come out." ”

"What if I can't get out?"

The driver didn't answer, just smiled, and then, he walked outside the porter and knocked on the window.

The porter yawned, pulled the window open, and the driver pulled out a green ID from the inside pocket of his clothes and handed it to him.

The other party glanced at it, nodded, and then pressed a button on the table, so the electronic door slowly moved to both sides.

The driver walked back and said to the hesitant Guo Tingqi, "Young Master, go in." ”

Guo Tingqi took a breath of cold night, tilted his head, relaxed his muscles, and told himself, you are a descendant of the Pingjiang Kuang family, and you have awakened the Lingwen [Lion Heart], and you are still studying from the third uncle...... Woo woo woo three weeks of martial arts.

It's only been three weeks, what can you do?!

Guo Tingqi felt bitter in his heart, the electronic door closed behind him, and it was too late for him to regret it even if he wanted to regret it at this time.

Peal pedal, pedal, pedal.

Suddenly, there was the sound of high heels hitting the ground in front of me.

Guo Tingqi's heart skipped a beat, stopped, and looked ahead blankly.

A woman in a leather coat with a bumpy figure appeared in front of him, and Guo Tingqi's eyes immediately widened, not because the other party was good-looking, but because this face was extremely familiar to him.

Guo Tingqi blurted out: "Sister, why are you here?"

The person who came was not Guo Miaoli, but she was also one of Guo Tingqi's cousins, the daughter of the third uncle Guo Yanqing, named Leng Yu, with her mother's surname.

Leng Yu made a face and did not answer, but walked closer, stared at Guo Tingqi with a scrutinizing gaze for a long time, then nodded, turned around and walked forward.

"Follow me. Her voice was devoid of tone, all the more cold in such a bleak night.

Guo Tingqi scratched his head, could it be that he admitted his mistake? Impossible, cousin Leng Yu, how could he admit his mistake, you must know that he took the other party as a fantasy when he was in the third year of junior high school, cough cough, anyway, he won't admit his mistake.