Generally speaking, the final exam is easier than the midterm exam, especially the autumn final exam, this is because the teacher who asked the question should take into account the Spring Festival holiday, if the test questions are too difficult, and the students do not achieve a good result, then the year will be restless.

There is a saying that there is no student who can't teach, only a teacher who can't teach.

The difficulty of this final exam is moderate, and the difficulty coefficient is generally reduced compared to the previous high school entrance examination.

However, the difficulty and the ease are all relative, there is no problem in the eyes of the scholars, and it is not difficult to have no problems in the eyes of the scumbags.

"It's over, it's over, I haven't sent ...... this year"

Gao Chaoqun wailed from the examination room to the classroom, from the classroom to the dormitory, following yesterday's three homework failures, the fourth homework mathematics successfully followed in yesterday's footsteps.

Su Qingzhi said: "The sufficient and necessary condition for you to do well in the exam is that there is an honor student at the level of Lin Shuying in front of the seat. ”

Gao Chaoqun cried with a sad face: "If you don't finish talking, the person sitting in front of me in this exam is a scumbag in our class, and the guy is still waiting for me to pass him a small note." ”

He Wei was also depressed, looking like his daughter-in-law had run away with someone: "Lao Su, how did you do in the exam?"

Su Qingzhi is not good at mathematics, this is a well-known thing, and if you are looking for psychological comfort, of course, you have to find someone worse than yourself.

Su Qingzhi said: "If you are lucky, you should be able to pass." ”

When the people in the dormitory heard this, they all wailed: "Beasts, what is said is good and there is a problem." ”

Su Qingzhi was confused by these living treasures, and asked a little puzzled: "No, the questions in this test are much easier than in the high school entrance examination." ”

Gao Chaoqun rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Do you think the difficulty of the test questions has anything to do with us? No matter how easy the questions are, we won't be able to, it's better to be a little more difficult, so everyone won't." ”

Liu Jianguo agreed: "Yes, if the question is too difficult, everyone can only rely on Meng, and the technology of Mengmeng answers, my brother has a few experienced ......."

Well, this is a typical psychology of having a bad life and hoping that others will have a bad life, and it is simply hopeless.

The last one is politics.

After the exam, Su Qingzhi put on his schoolbag and got on the bus back to Zhangjia Village.

This is the last time to go home before the winter vacation, and then there will be a make-up class for more than half a month, and there will be no holiday until the 28th of the lunar month, and the make-up class will continue from the second day of the Lunar New Year.

Since the Spring Festival holiday is only three days, some students from other places spend the Spring Festival directly at school, such as Meng Xiuyi, who has not gone home for the Spring Festival for many years.

Before going home, Su Qingzhi first went to the post office to withdraw 1,000 yuan, and with the song "Middle School Days" as a shield, he could justifiably stuff money into his home.

Su Mu killed an old hen and stewed chicken soup for him, and said while busy: "No matter how good or bad you study, you must take care of your body." ”

Father Su took over the conversation: "I'm tired of nagging every day." ”

In the eyes of Su's father, his son's learning is above everything else, what is the purpose of eating?

Those who serve learning cannot put the cart before the horse.

When Su Qingzhi saw that Su's mother was about to quarrel with Su's father again, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Mom, I know." ”

As he spoke, he took out 1,000 yuan from his schoolbag and handed it to Su's father: "The money for writing songs...... People take the big head, and you can only drink plain water when you come to your son. ”

Su Mu was suspicious: "Is it so profitable to write songs?"

Their cognitive scope is limited, they have no concept of writing songs, and they have no references to compare.

However, my son gave 200 yuan last time, and this time he gave 1,000 yuan, and he earned 1,200 yuan in just two months, which is too scary, right?

Su Qingzhi explained: "Some of those stars on TV are worth millions of dollars for singing a song, compared with them, what is our little money? This is like the learning materials we use, the things that people have worked so hard to compile, of course we have to pay for them, and this is called intellectual copyright." ”

Father and Mother Su listened to it and no longer had any objections.

They have heard the song "Middle School Days", from the lyrics, composition, singing to the distributor, it is consistent with what his son said, and they have also seen the cooperation agreement signed by his son with the Philharmonic Studio, this matter should not be fake.

It's just that their son's sudden songwriting skills caught them off guard, probably the son has really grown up.

Su's father took out 200 yuan from 1,000 yuan to Su Qingzhi and said, "You have some pocket money on you." ”

200 yuan of pocket money, this is not a small amount, in the past, Su Qingzhi didn't dare to think about it, because his pocket money in a year added up to less than half of 200 yuan.

Father's love is like this, he says he doesn't care, but behind his back he silently cares for him......

Su Qingzhi didn't answer, took out another contract from his schoolbag, and said: "There is a song, I re-wrote the lyrics, and someone else covered it, and it will be released after a while, or the Philharmonic Studio, they paid 200 yuan in advance." ”

Su's father and Su's mother couldn't laugh or cry a little, is this an uncertain prophet for his son? Someone just came to the door yesterday to collect debts, and today he started to stuff money into his house without stopping.

"Son, you should focus on your studies at school, and you must not affect your studies because of writing songs. ”

Su's mother is distressed about her son, the child knows that she understands the family when she grows up, and she is trying to subsidize the family while studying, but they don't want to affect the child's learning because of financial reasons.

Su Qingzhi grinned and said, "Don't delay your studies, this exam feels pretty good, maybe you can get into the top ten in the class." ”

When Su Mu heard this, she was overjoyed: "If you really enter the top ten in the class, you will definitely be able to compare Xiao Ya to see if this little girl dares to laugh at our family again this year." ”

Xiaoya is a cousin of Su Qingzhi, the little girl is smart and smart, and she studies very well, but she has a bad problem, her eyes are above the top, and her eyes are empty.

In the past, when I saw this little cousin at my grandmother's house during the Spring Festival, Su Qingzhi was ridiculed by her because she was not as good as her in study, which made Su's father and Su's mother very faceless, and it seems that she can finally win back a game this year.

Su Weinian worked too hard when he was young, and he fell into a dark disease, and he has been using traditional Chinese medicine to recuperate all these years, because there is such a "medicine jar" at home, so that he spends money like running water, and he can't block it, and he owes a lot of money outside.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the creditors hope to recover their debts before the year and have a good year, so that the debtors will not have a good time.

When Su Qingzhi was a child, he had experienced the creditor blocking his own door on Chinese New Year's Eve to collect debts, not that the Su family had to rely on the debt, but because he was too poor and had no money, otherwise he would not drink rice water on Chinese New Year's Eve.

This experience when he was a child left an indelible impression on him, so he took out 1,000 yuan at this juncture, because the previous year was the peak period of debt collection, and he was afraid that someone would block his door again.

"Mom, how much money do we owe outside our house?"

Su Qingzhi only knew that there was money owed by the family, and as for how much he owed, his parents did not let him know.

Su Mu said earnestly: "Don't worry about this, your father will find a way." ”

Taking advantage of Su's father's time to go out, Su Qingzhi said: "Mom, I'm not a three-year-old child anymore, how long do you two want to hide it from me?"

Su Mu sighed, and after a while, said: "I still owe a little money to the old Bai family in Dongzhuang, and the principal has been repaid, and now there is almost a little interest." ”

Su Qingzhi "chuckled" in his heart, and asked in surprise: "Is it that white half of the sky?"

Su Mu nodded.

Su Qingzhi was not calm, and asked patiently, "How much do you owe him?"

Su Mu said, "A few hundred yuan." ”

When Su Qingzhi heard this, he was taken aback again: "The interest alone is a few hundred yuan?"

Su's mother had a difficult face, and finally sighed: "I borrowed 500 yuan, and I was supposed to be able to repay it, but last time your grandmother fell ill, and the money was used to see a doctor, which delayed the repayment time...... The donkey rolled and rolled well, and the hole became bigger and bigger. ”