Jiang Shengshan finished beating the chicken blood, and Wu Ningxiang had no intention of wanting the dog's tail to continue the mink.

Many parents thought that the meeting would take at least an hour, but unexpectedly it ended in less than 15 minutes.

Then, before the parents could come to their senses, the two doors of the lecture hall were opened. Jiang Shengshan didn't drag his feet at all, and immediately asked the school's dean of academic affairs, that is, Zhu Tongyun, who was in charge of the freshman entrance examination before, to take the children to the teaching building first, while he and Wu Ningxiang stayed and shook hands with every parent to say goodbye. The pragmatic style of doing things not only made the vast majority of parents in the classroom feel ashamed, but also made many students have a slight stress reaction on the spot - including Zhang Xueru, a so-called experienced competitive player, almost all children are a little blindfolded at the moment.

It's too rushed......

Even if you hang yourself, you have to take a breath......

Lin Miao was taken by Zhu Tongyun and took the lead out of the classroom first, thinking that the private company that was running for money was really about efficiency. Exam-oriented education, in the final analysis, is still a matter of brushing up the number of questions. If you can finish the class one day earlier, you will be able to enter the stage of brushing questions one day earlier, and if you can brush the questions for a few more days, you will be able to achieve a little more proficiency than students in other schools. It seems to be useless, but often in the brutal competition of the sea war, sometimes the winner or loser who determines the winner or loser is really this bit of proficiency.

As Lin Miao knows, the senior students of Dongou Middle School even have only one day off every month - once every half month, half a day each time, go back after class in the morning, and rush back before self-study in the evening, in order to get a change of clothes. Only children who live far away can be allowed to skip Sunday evening self-study.

In stark contrast, it is the famous Weak Chicken High School Eighteen Middle School in Dongou City - from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, there is no such thing as evening self-study, which is a typical top-down broken can.

Dozens of bewildered freshmen exchanged their heads with each other, whispered and discussed, lined up behind Lin Miao and Zhu Tongyun, and walked towards the teaching building. The girls walked in front, and the boys, who were a few dozen people, naturally gathered in a group and followed behind.

The atmosphere was a little depressing.

Bypassing a small green belt, the group came to the front of the teaching building. There were two female teachers standing in front of the building, one was not very old, twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a thin face and a little meanness in his face, and the other was in his forties, smiling, looking much kinder than the young man. The young female teacher noticed Lin Miao at a glance and stared at Lin Miao, her expression becoming more and more serious, until Zhu Tongyun nodded her head to her, and then she showed a little smile.

Zhu Tongyun took Lin Miao's hand and didn't let go, turned around, faced all the children, and said loudly: "All students are now divided into classes according to their student numbers, students with student numbers 1 to 40 will be in the first class in the future, and students from 41 to 80 will be in the second class. ”

The audience was silent.

Zhu Tongyun smiled, lowered his head and confirmed to Lin Miao in a sneering voice: "Miao Miao, do you know your student number?"

"Hmm. Lin Miao nodded, "No. 1, there is one on the admission notice." ”

Zhu Tongyun smiled and touched Lin Miao's head, how to see how Lin Miao felt cute.

Then, when he looked up, he saw a very blessed meat hand raised from the back of the crowd.

"Teacher, I don't know......" Peng Eryue was a little panicked.

Zhu Tongyun looked at it fixedly, smiled and asked, "You are Peng Peng, right?"

Peng nodded weakly.

Zhu Tongyun said: "You are in the first class." ”

"And what is my student number?"

"You don't have a student number. ”

“……”

……

One-minute shift is complete.

Zhu Tongyun said to the two teachers that the child will be handed over to you, and went upstairs directly.

The young female teacher pulled her face and said that the first class would come in quickly, and she entered the classroom first.

When Zhang Xueru and several girls heard this, they hurriedly ran into the house.

Lin Miao walked into the classroom unhurriedly, and saw at a glance that every desk in the classroom was full of new books from Xiao Shan Gao. In the upper right corner of the desk, the student's name and seat number are pasted, and even the seats are already arranged. Lin Miao had no accident and could only sit in the first row.

The curious children looked at the new books in junior high school with curiosity, and their voices grew louder.

The young female teacher silently closed the door of the classroom, then walked to the blackboard, wrote down the three words Song Jiaqian first, and then completely blackened her face, and said in a deep voice: "Hurry up and sit down, there's nothing to make a fuss about." Zhang Xueru, what about you!"

When the words fell, Zhang Xueru, who spoke the most jubilantly, suddenly blushed.

From childhood to adulthood, which teacher didn't treat her as a baby, let alone scold, and was reluctant to even speak to her loudly. But who would have thought that she was murdered by the teacher on the first day of junior high school today, and before the first class started......

Zhang Xueru sat down aggrievedly, pouting, her eyes slightly red.

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Song Jiaqian glanced at Zhang Xueru lightly, then immediately looked away, her face showed a bit of superiority and arrogance, and said slowly: "Let me introduce myself first, I am your English teacher, and I am also your homeroom teacher for the next three years, and my name is written on the blackboard." Like you, I just graduated this year. But you're an elementary school graduate, and I'm a graduate student. The school where I went to graduate school, you should have all heard of it, Qujiang University, ranked third in the country!"

Song Jiaqian made a loud noise. Lin Miao couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

God your mother is ranked third in the country.

The self-proclaimed third university in the country is estimated to have five, six, seven or eight......

But then again, is it really appropriate for a foreign Chinese junior high school to find a recent graduate to come to class?

This kind of performance-rushing school, to be reasonable, should find some experienced veterans, right?

Lin Miao thought silently in her heart, and listened to Song Jiaqian continue: "At the meeting just now, Principal Jiang should have praised you. Therefore, I will not say anything about you, and it will be meaningless to say it anyway. Because no matter how good your grades are in elementary school, it has nothing to do with the fact that you are in junior high school now. A lot of people do well in elementary school, but they don't do well in junior high school, and there are many examples of this around me. You can also understand it this way, excellent grades in primary school are taken for granted, because there is no difficulty at all, to be honest, the requirements for intelligence are not high, or there are no requirements for intelligence at all......"

I'm grass, this is too much for your mother!

Where is the primary school exam not a test of intelligence? Did you get a 71 score on your grandfather's math graduation exam by touching fish?

Peng February, who was obviously not tall enough but was still placed in the last row, felt that his intelligence and dignity had been greatly insulted, and a manic blood surged up from his chest uncontrollably. He looked at Song Jiaqian angrily, his eyes burning with anger. Then it burned for half a second, and then calmly went out directly. The girl on the stage looked too fierce, and he really didn't dare to shoot the case......

"In primary school, it's not even a starting point for learning. Because we are compulsory, you can continue to go to junior high school even if your level is very low. No competition, no pressure. But junior high school is different, and what kind of high school you can enter in the end depends on your own efforts. Whether a person is really smart or not, your test scores speak for themselves. Song Jiaqian said conclusively, looked at Lin Miao again, and smiled provocatively, "So the prodigies who are not prodigies in elementary school are all groundless, and you don't see that there are examples of hurting Zhongyong in ancient times!"

Assi Bar......

This thing has a sick brain, right......

In other words, are all people who haven't read much books, as soon as they hear the word "prodigy", they can only subconsciously say "hurt Zhongyong"?

Lin Miao silently spit out in her heart, but her face was very cooperative, and she looked like she was being taught seriously.

Song Jiaqian saw that Lin Miao was well-behaved and sensible, and she was very useful, so she nodded slightly to Lin Miao, showing a teachable satisfied expression, and continued: "When you go to junior high school, the acceptance rate is less than 50%, and when you go to a key high school, the acceptance rate is only about 10%. In high school, the acceptance rate is less than 5%, and it is only one in a thousand if you count the junior high school entrance examination, and it is not a big deal. Only by continuing to be admitted to graduate school can this be called one in a million. But I can say with certainty that very few of you will make it this far in the future. It's not that I'm going to hit you, that's a fact. I have many classmates who have good grades in junior high school and even high school, but as far as I know, there are less than five of my classmates who can graduate from graduate school. The other few people are all graduate students from relatively ordinary schools......"

I'll go......

Lin Miao became more and more speechless when she listened.

Showing off her diploma with elementary school students, this girl is afraid that she was bitten by a mosquito last night and has acute encephalitis......

"But of course, I don't want you all to get there in the future, I am only responsible for your present. That is, to ensure that all of you can be admitted to key high schools, so that you can become one of the best talents in a hundred. Is it difficult? I don't think it's difficult anyway!" Song Jiaqian spoke more and more arrogantly, and then glanced at the bottom of the stage, seeing that all the students had complicated faces, and suddenly closed the topic again, and said very stiffly, "Okay, I'll stop here with these words." Let's start class, open the first volume of your Dongou City general edition textbook, now you raise your hand to show me, who are the students who don't know how to read the 26 letters in English?"

The 41 students under the stage raised more than 30 hands.

Prior to 2000, the vast majority of primary schools in the country did not have English classes.

It is normal for English not to be taught in primary schools.

Seeing this, Song Jiaqian showed a contemptuous look on her face, shook her head and sighed: "You guys, you know that you are going to junior high school, and you don't prepare in advance, you are too irresponsible for your life." For those of you who can't read, listen to me read it twice now. There are 20 minutes left in this lesson, and I hope that after 20 minutes, you will be able to grasp the most basic things. If you're smart, you should be able to memorize it after class. ”

Lin Miao looked up at Song Jiaqian's face full of superiority, and sighed silently in her heart.

This girl, I'm afraid it's Shi Lezhi......