Nie Yao roughly flipped through the English textbook of the second grade of high school, except for some grammar and slang that she was a little unfamiliar with, the side was not a problem for her. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The original Nie Yao chose the liberal arts class, which happened to be convenient for her.

After opening other textbooks, Nie Yao had already done it in his heart.

The books are printed in simplified characters, which is not a big problem for Nie Yao, who is used to writing grass, as long as he is familiar with it.

The biggest problem is mathematics.

In Dayan, she has only studied arithmetic, which is relatively simple, and the most famous is the topic of chickens and rabbits in the same cage.

But now the book she held in her hand called math was full of strange symbols and equations, which she could barely understand......

Nie Yao put the math book aside, and looked at history and politics again, these two subjects are relatively simple, although she has not touched the content above, but after a cursory glance, it will not be much of a problem to memorize more.

Soon the morning reading class is over.

As soon as Mr. Guo left, the whole classroom became noisy.

Chen Jiahe hurriedly ran to her seat and stared at her in surprise, "Da Yao, you are really amazing this morning." ”

Da Yao is Chen Jiahe's nickname for Nie Yao, because she is fat, she looks big everywhere......

Nie Yao smiled faintly at her, because her face was round, her eyes were slightly squeezed into a slit when she smiled, which looked a little ridiculous.

"Isn't it just that I can speak English, what's so great, I don't know how long I've been practicing behind someone's back! Maybe I was deliberately late today. ”

While Chen Jiahe was talking to Nie Yao, a discordant voice suddenly interjected, and Chen Jiahe immediately glared at the person who spoke angrily when he heard it.

Gao Lulu rolled her eyes and left with a sneer.

Chen Jiahe is anxious, he was provoked by Gao Lulu like this, where can he bear it, he will immediately catch up with her and reason.

Nie Yao calmly grabbed Chen Jiahe's wrist.

Although Chen Jiahe was tall, he was very thin and did not have much strength, so he was dragged back by Nie Yao with a slight force.

"Da Yao, don't stop me, she said so ugly, aren't you angry?"

Nie Yao looked up at Chen Jiahe, and his tone was calm, "Don't be angry." ”

Seeing him sitting on his seat with his head down and flipping through his textbook, Chen Jiahe was even more upset for his friend, "Da Yao, don't worry, I'm not afraid of her." ”

Nie Yao sighed lightly, "The more you care about her like her, the more proud she becomes, you have the time to fight with her, you might as well tell me how you learn mathematics." ”

"Huh?"

Chen Jiahe was stunned, and then her eyes lit up.

"Da Yao, you've finally figured it out!"

Nie Yao had a black line on her forehead, and she figured out a fart, but the original owner hiccuped without thinking it through at all.

Chen Jiahe's grades in the seventh class of the third year of high school are in the upper middle and upper reaches, and the best subject is mathematics, and he can take the top three in the class every time he writes in mathematics.

is really a ready-made tutor for Nie Yao.

Nie Yao nodded haphazardly to deal with it.

So, in just fifteen minutes between classes, Chen Jiahe spoke very quickly to Nie Yao about the skills of learning mathematics.

Before class, Nie Yao quickly summed up the central idea of Chen Jiahe talking to her about this lot of things - to clarify the knowledge points, do more and watch more, and ask questions and tactics......

The first three periods on Monday were all Chinese classes, and as soon as the class bell rang, Cao Weiguo, the head teacher and Chinese teacher, entered the classroom with a large test paper.

Several bundles of papers landed on the podium with a dull thud.

The hearts of the students in a classroom also trembled.

Cao Weiguo's slightly low voice sounded in the classroom, revealing seriousness, "In the first three classes of the weekly Chinese exam, put away all the books! This time I even have to write an essay! Three classes, plus twenty minutes between classes, is enough time! I will change the scores of the paper when the time comes, and you all do it seriously!"

As soon as Cao Weiguo's voice fell, the classroom suddenly wailed.

After a while, the test papers were handed out.

Roughly counting, there are five or six pieces of composition paper.

Nie Yao is still quite novel, after all, it is the first time she has come to this world to take the exam.

She was also in the mood to compare the difference between the Chinese test papers of Huaxia High School and the imperial examination questions of the Great Yan Dynasty.

The other topics and types are different, only the final essay is similar to the Great Yan Dynasty, and the requirements are much broader.

In the whole volume, the essay question with the proposition "Thought is the beauty that does not go out of style" is the best answer for Nie Yao.

During the three-class exam, Cao Weiguo passed by Nie Yao's side several times.

Nie Yao was not affected by him, she concentrated on answering the papers, Nie Yao, who was used to using a brush, was not easy to use a fountain pen at first, but after writing for a while, it was smooth, and she also liked the fountain pen.

It's so convenient, okay!

No need to grind ink, no need to dip in ink, no need to wash the pen when you run out, the handwriting is not easy to smudge on the paper, don't be too easy to use!

It's good to write, it's addictive.

Nie Yao wrote like a divine help, and it only took two classes and two breaks to answer the paper.

Of course, those places that can't be written are still very generous and empty...... For example, memorize some fill-in-the-blank ......

After answering the paper, Nie Yao was not idle, she found a piece of paper and listed some plans for the near future.

The first thing to worry about is silver, no, it should be called money now.

All she had on her body was the hundred pieces she had stolen from Nie's father and a few leftover steel hammers from before.

It's only Monday, there are seven days a week, and the sophomore and junior high school of the eleventh high school only have half a day on Sunday afternoon every week, and Sunday morning is self-study, that is to say, this hundred yuan will take care of her food for at least six days.

On average, the cost of living a day is only 17 yuan......

Searching for the original memory, ordinary people in Jinbei City need five yuan for breakfast, and the school cafeteria is two to three yuan cheaper than outside.

In this way, this week's food and clothing can barely be maintained.

But according to the situation when she left in the morning, I am afraid that she will not get living expenses from Father Nie next week, she is not the original body, she will steal it if she is ruthless, and the dignity of Empress Dayan will not allow it.

It seems that he has to find a way to earn living expenses.

Nie Yao writes and draws on white paper, she began to practice calligraphy at the age of three, and has practiced for more than 20 years.

Although the lines of writing on the white paper are written in cursive, as long as people who know how to read it, they can't help but applaud.

Nie Yao wrote a two-page plan for one class.

When the bell finally rang for the end of class, Cao Weiguo asked people to collect the rolls and pick them up, then walked to Nie Yao's seat, and coldly dropped a sentence, "Nie Yao, come to my office." ”

When Gao Lulu heard the words of the head teacher, she immediately smiled proudly.

Nie Yao didn't care what others thought of her, she got up and followed the head teacher to the office of the grade language group.

As soon as Nie Yao entered the office, she heard Cao Weiguo slam the test paper on the table, turned around and pointed at her and scolded.

"Nie Yao, tell me what advantages you have, forget about your poor grades, can you study hard, desert in class, be late for school, and make the Chinese test papers like that! Are you worthy of the tuition fees paid by your parents? Tell you, if you continue like this, you will call your parents next week!"

The corners of Nie Yao's mouth twitched, and sure enough, no matter what time it was, the teacher's routine was the same.

When she was in Dayan, the husband who her father and mother invited to teach her would also threaten her like this when she was naughty, but she had never heard of it.

In the end, Nie Yao came out of the office after sticking her head out and being scolded.

Nie Yao, who has been an empress for ten years, has never experienced anything, and her cheeks can be described as extremely thick, and Cao Weiguo's reprimand, which has not risen to the point of greeting her parents, is not a tickle for her.

Shrug your shoulders and pass.

If Cao Weiguo knew Nie Yao's true thoughts, he would have to vomit blood.

Cao Weiguo also took the Chinese class for other classes, and this morning he was full of classes, and after teaching Nie Yao, he took the lesson plan and went to teach other classes.

There is a new Chinese teacher in the second grade Chinese group who has been here for more than a month, and has not yet started to substitute teaching, and now he is helping the teachers of the grade group, such as correcting homework, sorting out the question bank, writing and filing, etc.

Because it is a paper of the weekly exam, it is not particularly important, Cao Weiguo asked Mr. Qian, who was an intern, to help correct the basic questions of the paper before going to class.

At this time, in the office of the second-year Chinese group, there were only the elderly Teacher Yu and the intern Teacher Qian.

Teacher Qian walked to Cao Weiguo's desk, hugged a stack of papers to his desk, and began to correct them numbly.

There are reference answers to the basic questions, and it doesn't take much time to correct them, and Mr. Qian is very fast, and he has completed all the corrections in less than half a class.

She flipped through the Chinese papers of the seventh class of the second year of high school, and saw that the students had also written essays this time, so she picked a few and read them when she was idle.

This paper is a propositional essay, called "Thought, is the beauty that does not go out of style", this topic is a little difficult for sophomore students, and it is not easy to write a deep and thoughtful composition.

Mr. Qian read several articles in a row, okay, there is no one that can grasp the idea, and half of them are off-topic.

Teacher Qian smiled and shook his head.

She quickly scanned an essay and flipped through it with her fingers.

In the next second, her eyes widened involuntarily.

Lishu!

The words on the entire composition paper are all official scripts, and they look like they are printed!

Mr. Qian couldn't help but approach the composition paper, as if trying to distinguish whether the words were really written.

When Teacher Qian recovered from the shock and looked at the content of the composition, she was shocked again.

骈体文!

There are two whole pieces of composition paper, and more than 800 words are written in the style of pun!

Teacher Qian graduated from the Department of Chinese and also dabbled in the Chinese style, she read it word by word, and actually found that there was not a single word error in this Chinese style, and even the central idea was completely in line with the topic of the essay.

She couldn't help but think that if it were herself, I was afraid that she would not be able to make such a good prose in a few days.

And now this essay was actually written by a sophomore in high school when he was taking the exam!

Mr. Qian couldn't believe it.

She thought about it, and walked quickly to Teacher Yu with Nie Yao's composition, Teacher Yu was reading books on Chinese studies, and when she heard footsteps, she looked up with a smile and said kindly: "Little money, what's wrong?"

Mr. Yu is over 60 years old, in fact, at his age, he could have retired a few years earlier, but the old man is obsessed with education and has insisted on his post until now.

Mr. Yu is not only a special Chinese teacher in the city, but also a member of the Institute of Chinese Studies, and his hobby is to study Chinese Studies in addition to teaching.