Chapter Seventy-Three: The East Wind Blows

Office of the first year of high school.

Year Leaders, Mathematics Leaders, and English Leaders are discussing the Placement Test.

"The time for the preliminary examination is set for the morning of the first day, how are the exam papers prepared?" The Head of Year asked.

The examination is Huafu's own internal examination, and it is naturally an internal question. The way to solve the questions is that the general direction is grasped by the subject leader, the specific topics are discussed by the teachers of each subject, and the grade leader is only responsible for setting the schedule of the exam.

"The title is out and ready to be printed." The head of the English group replied.

"Well, what about the mathematical?" The Head of Year nodded.

"It's also out, and it can be sent for printing at any time." The head of the math group replied.

With that, he handed a paper to the head of the year. Because he knew that the head of the grade group was born in mathematics, and he had served as a mathematics instructor in the Oban before, and he would not read the English questions in detail, and the mathematics must be carefully reviewed.

The head of the year didn't say much, picked up the math paper and read it.

He looked very carefully, very slowly, and it took about fifteen minutes to put down the scroll.

"It's a very difficult question." Said the Head of Year.

After reading the paper once, he roughly grasped the difficulty of the paper. Most of the previous questions are equivalent to the difficulty of the college entrance examination, and the last three finale questions have even reached the level of the first test of the National High School Mathematics Joint Competition.

This kind of difficulty can be said to be not used for ordinary college entrance examination candidates, let alone a group of high school freshmen.

"The foundation of Huafu's students is good enough, it is too simple and boring, and the difficulty is high, so it will be effective." The head of the math group replied.

"In the past few years, our Huafu University has not been able to improve the results of the Olympiad, not only because the school is dissatisfied, but also because there is a lot of criticism from the outside world about our school. So I think that from this year onwards, we might as well try to change the way we used to select, and the competition is not necessarily limited to Oban. Through the guò exam, it may be possible to select more talented seedlings outside of Oban. The head of the grade group was also very emotional.

Huafu occupies the most and best students in Southeast Province, has the most profound heritage in the province, in terms of mathematics competition, it used to be known as Huafu training team equivalent to the national training team, the lineup is luxurious enough to blind the eyes of all key high schools in the country.

But in the past few years, I haven't even entered the national team, and the results of the number of competitions are not as good as year after year.

Not to mention that compared with the middle school attached to the National People's Congress outside the province, the first and second affiliated high schools of China Normal School, Hengshui Middle School, Shanghai Middle School, etc., even the Shenhai City next door is slowly lagging behind in terms of student source compared to the second-level key high schools attached to Huafu.

"If you start from this goal, the difficulty of this paper is indeed very appropriate." The head of the year group said with a smile.

The freshmen in the first year of high school thought that the math test they were about to take would be the most difficult, that is, the level of the final exam of the first year of high school, and they were preparing for the competition. How could they have imagined that the math papers had been carefully built by their teachers into a beast that could completely abuse them.

What will greet them will be a disaster even more terrifying than the mathematics of the high school entrance examination.

Because unless they have learned all the high school mathematics in advance, no matter how they grind their guns and cram, they will not be able to win this mathematics exam.

In a certain way, this examination is not of much significance to the vast majority of freshmen.

Unaware, the freshmen of high school are still carrying out their national defense education, such as one of them -- the national defense education poster.

At noon, Senior One (6) class, classroom 502.

Lu Xi put down the large wolf in his hand and blew lightly at the few big words just written on the newspaper on the wall.

Although the world is safe, it will be dangerous to forget the war!

This is the main headline of their 6 classes of national defense education posters.

The subtitle is: Battlefield of Peace, Call of Duty!

"Lu Xi, I didn't expect your calligraphy to be so beautiful."

"Yes, it is powerful and sharp, which is very in line with the passionate and cool style of our poster, but is this a thin gold body?"

"Actually, it's fat silver."

The fist does not leave the hand, and if the words are not practiced often, it will be rusty after a long time.

Lu Xi is still quite lucky, in addition to studying, she will take a little time out every day to practice calligraphy, and finally did not leave her predecessor to her talent.

"It seems that our class has won the first prize in this issue of the poster."

"Don't talk too much, Aoxue and their side, have the 99 Tan, J-20 and Liaoning been drawn?"

During the military training period, each class must publish a poster on national defense education, and then conduct a poster evaluation.

It's about class honor, so it's natural to work together, to come up with ideas, to be responsible for writing well, and to be able to draw.

In terms of writing, Lu Xi is responsible for it, and in terms of painting, because the ambition is too great when designing, the navy, land and air forces are all in battle, 99 Tan, J-20, Liaoning ship, and the person is a soldier who did not look back at the explosion of the 95 type.

It is an aircraft carrier, a fighter plane, a tank and a soldier, and all kinds of weapons are advanced and how to come, so the workload is extremely large, and it is impossible for one person to complete it.

Time is very tight, and finally elected to Ao Xue led by twelve people with strong art skills, work together, download pictures from the Internet, and then compare the pictures, according to the overall style of the poster, design the style, and then you a piece, I a piece, sketch splicing.

Ao Xue said very little, to the point of cherishing ink like gold, but things are done quickly and well, and cooperation with others is not inferior.

At noon and in the evening, it took three days to get the poster out ten minutes before the competition, which was really not easy.

"I don't want to draw any more posters in the future, I'm too tired."

"Thank you for your hard work, and the painting is really good."

"Who came up with the bad idea to draw tanks, fighters and aircraft carriers?"

Although they are not very detailed sketches, it takes a lot of work to fully depict them.

"Lu Xi."

"Caiwei, you traitor."

Let everyone sacrifice rest time to draw wall posters in addition to hard military training, Lu Xi felt a little embarrassed.

"Hee-hee, I'm a rebel company, and it's my combat style to turn in at any time to ask for tactical guidance."

"Hmph, wallgrass."

Over there, the boys were a little surprised when they heard that the theme style of this issue of the national defense education poster was designed by Lu Xi. After all, girls usually don't have a lot of colds about these violent things that symbolize iron and blood. But the style of reading the poster is completely infiltrated and has a certain foundation to have this effect.

"Ahem, it turned out to be Lu Xi, I didn't expect you to like things like planes, tanks, aircraft carriers."

"In general, it's just a pseudo-army fan. When you really talk about it, it's exposed. Lu Xi replied that her favorite rifle was the M14, and she would not sue anyone.

As a boy in his previous life, how could he not be interested in such things as airplanes and tanks? When I was in high school, I bought a lot of magazines like "World Military" and "Weapons Knowledge" with the money I earned from my summer job.

Of course, just reading some military magazines, due to conditions, failed to become a real military fan, and in the end it was just empty talk.