Chapter Seventy-Nine: The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment
Originally, there was a chaotic classroom, but because of Qin Yao's words, he immediately quieted down, and he didn't dare to come out.
The head teacher was also stunned for a moment, she raised her hand and lifted the glasses on the bridge of her nose and asked, "Classmate Qin Yao, is there anything to say?" ”
Qin Yao looked at the head teacher and smiled faintly, his smile was a little flamboyant: "Teacher, Yun Nan handed in a blank paper, not a wrong question, which has nothing to do with her grades." ”
The head teacher was a little puzzled, "Classmate Qin Yao, if she knows how to do it, why does she still teach white rolls?" ”
Qin Yao lowered his eyes and glanced at Yun Nan, with a smile in his eyes: "Rely on your strength to hand in the white scroll." ”
Yun Nan put one hand against the corner of his forehead, looked sideways at Qin Yao, his eyes were light, but the corners of his mouth were holding a smile.
The head teacher was stunned, not understanding what Qin Yao said to Yun Nan? I'm going to pass it.
"Can she go to college on her own merits?"
Qin Ye only replied with two words in the affirmative: "Of course." ”
The head teacher snorted coldly: "Then the next monthly exam, I will come out with good results, I only look at the results to speak, and now we will come to class." ”
Qin Yao didn't speak, after sitting down, he glanced at Yun Nan, smiled, and didn't speak.
The midterm results were posted in the morning, and Yun Mengxi was fifth in the whole grade.
A bunch of boys and girls surrounded Yun Mengxi and praised her.
"Mengxi, you are so powerful, you are actually in the top five again."
"It's just that, don't look at who our Mengxi is? She's a talented woman, isn't she? It's not a vase, and it's useless. ”
"I heard that the results of the national painting competition have also come down, and Mengxi is very talented in painting, and he will definitely win the first place."
"I also heard that Mr. Chen came here in person this time, in the principal's office."
"Mengxi, didn't you say that you always wanted to worship Teacher Chen as a teacher? This time I won the first prize, and you can mention it face-to-face, you are so talented, Mr. Chen will definitely be happy to accept you as an apprentice. Yang Xuan instigated.
Yun Mengxi was originally a little hesitant, but being instigated by them like this, he instantly swelled a little, and he was also very confident.
"When the results came out and I saw Teacher Chen, I said that I wanted to worship him as a teacher."
"When the time comes, let's go and celebrate together."
"It's like, it's a big event, and it should be celebrated with a party."
"It will definitely be done then." Yun Mengxi replied very affirmatively, because grandma was happy, maybe it would be grander.
Afternoon
The results of the National Painting Finals are out.
The head teacher walked into the classroom with a certificate of honor and a trophy, followed by the famous painter Mr. Chen.
As soon as Yun Mengxi saw the trophy, she was secretly proud, the champion of the national painting competition was really hers, grandma would definitely be happy, and her father might be happy and reward her.
"Students, there are a total of four students in our class who participated in the competition, two students won awards, and the third runner-up is Yun Mengxi."
Yun Mengxi was stunned, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong, was it the third runner-up and not the champion? How did the champion trophy teacher get it?
Everyone in the class looked at Yun Mengxi, thinking that the third place was okay.
Seeing her sitting still, the head teacher repeated again: "Yun Mengxi came up to receive the award." ”
Yun Mengxi came to the stage to accept the award in a daze.
The head teacher was a little excited: "Next, it's the champion, and the collective honor of our class has also improved a place because of this national painting competition." ”
Knowing that the champion is not Yun Mengxi, everyone is looking forward to who the champion will be?
Yang Xuan grabbed Yun Mengxi's hand with some excitement, "Mengxi, the champion is not you, could it be me?" ”