"The students who finished the Chinese exam handed me the papers, and then took the math papers." Xiong De said as he handed out the test paper.

This exam was easy for Xiong De because there were only ten students.

Qin Ge and Wu Liang at the same table both registered, Wu Liang went for the guaranteed quota, and Qin Ge went for the bonus.

But this time the exam was very competitive, and there were almost 400 students in the eight classes of the entire third grade of junior high school, and only three of them had a chance to win in the end. With a ratio of more than 100 to one, this is a lot of pressure.

Qin Ge took the test paper and read it briefly, the difficulty was almost about to catch up with the final exam, but this difficulty was really nothing to Qin Ge.

His mind was filled with seven notebooks of Jiang Shanshan and Wu Liang, as well as adult thoughts. It is basically not difficult for a twenty-five-year-old adult to understand the topics of junior high school.

Qin Ge wrote very quickly, he didn't want to be in the limelight, but as long as he finished these two exams, he could leave school early.

The essay question in this Chinese test paper is: Write an essay with mother's or father's love.

Mother's love, father's love, this theme is very wide, and it often appears in compositions.

Qin Ge took a look at the requirements of the composition: the subject matter is not limited.

What Qin Ge knows is that poetry and lyrics are not allowed in college, but in junior high school, how can there be so many requirements. In fact, it is mainly because school teachers don't think that junior high school students can write essays on the theme of poetry and songs.

Qin Ge groaned slightly, picked up his pen and began to write.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

This song "The Wanderer's Yin", Qin Ge feels that it is very appropriate to use it to express maternal love.

After writing this poem, Qin Ge got up and handed in the paper, and less than forty minutes had passed.

Xiong De took the test paper, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, the difficulty of this test paper was not comparable to the test paper that Qin Ge took that day.

Forty minutes is not too short, but for this paper, it is definitely not long.

Xiong De still believes in Qin Ge, this kid can always surprise him.

Speaking of surprises, Xiong De suddenly thought of the composition written by Qin Ge, part of the time in the language exam is occupied by composition, Qin Ge can hand in the paper so quickly, is it that he has simplified the composition again? But I have to say that this kid called the simplification of the composition a quintessence.

Qin Ge was the first to hand in the paper, and the other students, Jiang Shanshan, who was the first in the class, had only written the composition at this time, and there were at least twenty minutes before the paper was handed in.

Xiong De took the test paper and sat on a chair behind the desk, he picked up his eyes from the table and put them on, and briefly looked at Qin Ge's answers.

"Huh!" Xiong De sighed softly in his heart, he hadn't found it last time, but this time he looked at it more slowly, and his attention was immediately attracted by the majestic font on the test paper.

This kid's handwriting is very good.

This is a line, although it is only similar to the shape, but it has surpassed the vast majority of students in the third year of junior high school.

Xiong De glanced up at Qin Ge, who was writing the math test paper, with a smile in his eyes, and continued to look at the test paper.

Qin Ge's answers were very standard, even Xiong De, an old qualified teacher, couldn't find anything wrong. Throughout the book, Xiong De didn't even find a typo.

He flipped through the test paper and continued to look at the second page, the answers were still surprisingly correct, and he took a breath, a little surprised in his heart.

Although he was very confident in Qin Ge, when several of their Chinese teachers came out with this test paper together, they were basically in accordance with the standards of the final exam. According to their psychological expectations, there will definitely be no more than ten people in the school who can score more than 90 points in this Chinese test paper.

But now, Xiong De has not read all the other topics except for the essay, and none of them are wrong. What surprised Xiong De even more was that Qin Ge only took forty minutes to write this test paper and add the composition.

Xiong De suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, he was glad that he had the foresight to dig such a good seedling into his class.

Xiong De couldn't help but wonder, if Wang Jin knew about the super crane tail in his eyes, and took a full score except for composition, how would he feel?

Xiong De shook his head, glanced down at the composition, hey, is this format a poem?

Xiong De's brows suddenly furrowed, if Qin Ge only wrote a few words, he would definitely look forward to it in his heart. But when he wrote poetry, Xiong De was a little disappointed.

Poetry, not to mention a junior high school student, even a university professor, may not be able to make a catchy poem.

Xiong De sighed in his heart, but he still decided to take a look, no matter what, Xiong De still had to fight for Qin Ge, as long as there was anything that could add points to this composition, he would definitely give extra points. But if it's really just a vulgar limerick poem, Xiong De can't say it and can only give a few points of comfort.

"It's a shame." Xiong De thought so in his heart, he no longer had any hope for Qin Ge's composition.

"Wanderer? Well, the title of the poem is good. Xiong De nodded slightly and looked at it little by little.

A minute later......

Xiong De looked at the test paper in his hand with a dull face, and his mood at the moment was shocked!

Yes, it's shocking.

He couldn't imagine that a junior high school student could really make an ancient poem with an ancient style.

This poem is sincere and natural in emotion, and there is no excessive show at all. At this moment, Xiong De seemed to remember the scene when he was in school.

Xiong De, a native of the countryside, is a thirteen-hour train ride from the university and has to change trains several times along the way.

At that time, his daily food was steamed buns in plain water, and in the two years after graduation, he worked in other places, wandering and having no fixed residence. At that time, he missed his old mother who raised him alone.

Reading this poem, he thought of the painful moment when the mother and son were separated, and he thought of the scene where his mother sewed clothes for him.

Such a poem turned out to be written by a junior high school student, which made Xiong De unbelievable.

"Teacher."

A crisp voice woke Xiong De up, and he hurriedly looked up and saw Jiang Shanshan looking at him, still holding the test paper in her hand.

"Oh, it's written?" Xiong De hurriedly lowered his head and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, reached out to take the test paper, and asked with a smile.

Jiang Shanshan looked at Xiong De suspiciously, and said, "Teacher, are you crying?" ”

"No, no, my eyes are a little dry, oh, this is a math paper, you can go to the test." Xiong De picked up the math test paper and handed it to her, Jiang Shanshan didn't think much about it, took the test paper and turned around and walked back to her seat, and when she turned around, she glanced at Qin Ge by the way. She saw that Qin Ge was immersed in writing a book, as if he was writing a math problem where one plus one equals two.