The midterm exams of the fifth middle school in the city came as scheduled. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Su Xiaocan, who has been attending school for a long time, has been accustomed to a casual life, and suddenly entered a tense exam, and he is still a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, her mental age was there, and she quickly got into the groove.

The curriculum of the first year of junior high school in Yuangu City is not too tight, there are four courses, language and mathematics and ideological and political courses, the second year of junior high school plus physics courses, and the third year of junior high school plus chemistry courses.

Therefore, this time Su Xiaocan only needs to take four exams. In one day, two in the morning and two in the afternoon were all solved.

After the exam, Su Xiaocan pulled Su Jianguo to discuss with the head teacher Qin Ruohan about returning to school next week. Her legs and feet are inconvenient, so she won't run morning exercises this year, and the physical education department also directly asked for a long vacation.

Mid-term exams on Friday, half-day off on Saturday morning, and classes as usual on Monday.

On Tuesday, the test results came out.

At this time, computers have not yet been popularized, the city No. 5 middle school is a new school, the funds and heritage are not as good as the previous schools, many of the school's management is not sound, and many things need to be done manually by the teachers themselves, such as the results of each exam.

In his previous life, until Su Xiaocan graduated from junior high school, there was no public student test results and rankings in the city's No. 5 Middle School. Therefore, when Su Xiaocan was admitted to the No. 1 Middle School of the city, after the first monthly exam, he was amazed that the top 500 academic results of the school could be posted on the school's bulletin board within three days. This alone shows how efficient the school is and how much it values student achievement. The cultivation road of the fifth middle school in the city has a long way to go!

At this time, the statistics of the examination results of the city's No. 5 middle school were completed by the teacher's private consciousness. Because of the tight time, after the exam, the teachers of each class and each subject will count the results of their students by themselves, and then hand them over to the class teacher of each class, and then unify the statistics.

This time, the teachers of the first (5) class of junior high school are all beaming, especially the head teacher Qin Ruohan, in the first exam of the first year of junior high school, the first place properly appeared in their class, Su Xiaocan's results directly pulled the second place a lot of points, it is estimated that he can enter the top three in the city, can you not be happy!

Full score in mathematics and English, 97 points in Chinese, and 95 points in ideological and political classes.

There are still a lot of people with full marks in the first two subjects, full marks in Chinese composition, and the three points deducted by Qin Ruohan are all sorry for Su Xiaocan, and he memorized all the recitation questions, but unfortunately the typos were directly deducted three points. There is no problem with the objective questions in the ideological and political class, but I lost some marks on the essay questions.

Such good results, since the establishment of the city's No. 5 Middle School, it is unprecedented, which shows its sensational effect.

On Monday, Su Xiaocan went to school in a low-key manner, except for the people around Su Xiaocan's seat who were a little uncomfortable because of one more person, the others didn't notice much.

After all, it has been so long since the start of school, everyone is familiar with each other, and they have already had their own small circles, and although Su Xiaocan made some more sensational things when school started, time quickly smoothed all this, and in a month or two, it can completely make people forget a hurried passer-by like her.

Therefore, Su Xiaocan became strange to everyone again, one day was not enough time for her to integrate into this big group again, even Bai Manwen, her good friend in her previous life in the front row, and Bai Manwen, who got along fairly well with the two at the beginning of school, didn't know what to talk about face-to-face, and there was a sense of strangeness that had passed 10,000 years at a glance.

The only thing that makes people look at her more is that when Su Xiaocan goes to and from school, Cui Yimo carries her up and down the stairs.

However, Cui Yimo had already reported to Qin Ruohan, Su Xiaocan's feet were not good yet, the first (5th) class of junior high school was on the third floor, and it was inconvenient to go up and down the stairs, he would take care of her during this time, and everyone saw that Su Xiaocan was still holding a cane, so they didn't talk much.

Obviously, the reborn Su Xiaocan has a glowing aura, and he will not let people live in peace wherever he goes.

On Tuesday, there were four classes in the morning, and each substitute teacher began to announce the results in the morning from the podium.

Math and English are exactly the first two lessons.

The math test questions are biased towards a summary and mapping of the primary school curriculum, which is still relatively simple, and there are five perfect scores in the class.

It is conceivable that everyone is still a novice in English, and in a month or two they have learned some simple daily greetings and alphanumeric words and other knowledge, and there are few things, test papers, turning them over and turning them over, and there are words that can be seen in the previous questions and in the later questions. Everyone starts from scratch, and those who work hard can get a full score, and there are seven full scores in the class, and there are more than 90 points in the other.

These few don't seem to be very prominent, and Su Xiaocan is prominent.

Next, in the ideological and political class, Li Shulan finished the test papers, announced the results, and praised Su Xiaocan, saying that how solid her basic knowledge is, everyone should study hard.

Everyone hasn't eased up yet, and when they were ten minutes between classes, they were still whispering, what happened to Su Xiaocan, he was blown up by a bombshell again.

In the last Chinese class, Qin Ruohan announced the results from a low score, and when he heard that someone had scored eighty-nine points, he thought it was a high score, but no one expected that the first place in the finale would be ninety-seven points. Qin Ruohan was not hot enough, and announced the full score of Su Xiaocan's essay, and read it aloud on the spot as a model text.

Su Xiaocan became angry all of a sudden, she felt that she couldn't raise her head when she was on fire, and all the classmates looked at her, it was envy, jealousy and hatred, and all kinds of emotions were concentrated on her in all directions.

When it was time for school to get out, Su Xiaocan was surrounded by many people, if it weren't for Cui Yimo's slightly huge size, she finally squeezed out an escape channel for Su Xiaocan, she was almost surrounded and couldn't breathe, and she fled completely.

Cui Yimo carried Su Xiaocan downstairs and sent her all the way to the school gate, watching her get on Su Jianguo's motorcycle, her shoulders collapsed suddenly, and she lost her spirit.

Cui Yimo returned to his uncle's house, hurriedly ate a bowl of lunch, and ran out on his bicycle, all the way to a remote alley on Dongfeng Street, looking at the two big words "Martial Arts Hall" written on the gate of the outermost house in a daze.

He didn't wait long for him to be in a daze, the dilapidated iron gate was opened, and out came an unkempt uncle, with long hair covering half of his face, and a finger-long centipede-like scar on the left side of his face from his eyebrows to his cheeks, and his eyelids were a little unopen, looking sloppy and a little ferocious, and not easy to approach.

At this moment, he was leaning against the door, still holding a toothpick in his hand, picking his teeth, drooping his eyelids, and asked with little energy, "What's the matter?"