Teacher Wu pointed to the paper and reprimanded bitterly: "There are only two perfect scores in the whole mathematics class, seventeen of them are above 90 points, and there are actually seven people who fail! In Chinese, the highest score is 98 points, and only 13 people are in 80 points! You are only in the fifth grade now, and one by one you want to work hard to fail? Then when you are promoted to junior high school, you will strive for a single digit in the subject?"

Teacher Wu threw the paper on the podium: "With this kind of score, are you embarrassed to not listen to the lecture?"

The whole class collectively shrank their necks and lowered their heads, for fear that their movements would slow down and accidentally become the first cannon fodder when they looked at the teacher.

Start sending curls, from the lowest score to the highest score.

The faces of the classmates who were called up at the beginning turned white, and they trotted forward, and were severely gouged out by Teacher Wu.

Sun Cong'an scored 63 points in mathematics and 70 points in Chinese, and Mr. Wu was so angry that he directly dragged him to the podium and asked him to tell the class why he was required to write a 500-word composition, but he only wrote more than 100 words.

Sun Cong'an's face was flushed, and he didn't say a word for a long time, and finally was severely reprimanded by Teacher Wu before being released.

Zhang Yan looked at Sun Cong'an's miserable appearance, and whispered to Yang Jingjing: "It's over, I didn't write 500 words in my essay, this time it's dead." ”

Yang Jingjing had to comfort: "It's okay, at least your score is higher than Sun Cong'an, and I haven't read your name yet." ”

Almost as soon as Yang Jingjing's words fell, she heard Teacher Wu shouting, "Zhang Yan!"

Zhang Yan stiffened, and hurriedly got up and went over to the front to get the roll.

Teacher Wu said: "What's the matter with your math? There are a total of 20 fill-in-the-blank questions, and you haven't done any of them right! How many times have I talked about the third question in class, even if you can't do it, you can still write the answer to me by rote memorization, right? Tell me, what do you think? What do you usually do in class?"

Zhang Yan dared to squeak, drooping his head, and obediently listened to the teacher's lecture.

Teacher Wu gave two more sentences, and said casually: "Look at Yang Jingjing, who transferred to the school halfway, the previous courses are all self-taught, people can get full marks in mathematics, and two points are deducted for Chinese composition, you sit with her every day, listen to the same teacher's lectures, why can she get high scores, you have to dangle on the tail!"

The classmates suddenly started to talk, and all of them turned their heads or turned sideways to salute Yang Jingjing.

Yang Jingjing was suddenly named, hurriedly lowered her head, lowered her eyebrows and pretended to concentrate on reading the textbook in her hand, avoiding the eyes of all the bets.

Teacher Wu read the name of Gao Feng in the penultimate third.

Yang Jingjing was still a little surprised, she didn't expect Gao Feng to study so well.

She was sighing with emotion, so she listened to Teacher Wu's lecture: "Gao Feng, let me tell you, if you don't learn Chinese well, even if you can keep a perfect score in mathematics, it's useless!

Mr. Wu is a math teacher himself, and he has always liked Gao Feng, but he has always had a deep headache when he doesn't understand Gao Feng's philology.

Gao Feng replied sullenly, and returned to his seat with the Chinese test paper that he had only scored 53 points and the mathematics test paper with 100 points.

After reading the grades, Mr. Wu began to pick up the more error-prone questions on the math paper and carefully talked about them one by one, and finally looked forward to the bell ringing at the end of class.