Chapter 49: This word is beautiful

At the same time, Shangjing No. 3 Middle School

In the large office of several subjects that were assigned to work overtime for the monthly examination papers, the papers were taken out of the sealed bags one by one, and after the machine was scanned by a special teacher, the teachers of each subject sat on the machine to mark the papers.

Suddenly, a voice of surprise sounded, "Oh my God, this word is beautiful." ”

"What?"

Someone leaned over and was slightly stunned when he saw the handwriting displayed on the computer screen, "Has anyone in your first class or second class practiced calligraphy recently?" ”

Class 1 and Class 2 are the key classes of Beijing No. 3 Middle School.

If nothing else, at least 90 percent of the people in these two classes will be admitted to Qingbei every year.

"No," it was the head teacher of the first class who was reading the papers, and he was stunned, "Those children have been working hard recently, where do they have time to practice calligraphy." ”

The most important thing in the key class is the grades, before entering the Beijing No. 3 Middle School, they have their own handwriting, all belong to the good-looking gown.

When I arrived at the third middle school, learning was a race against time, where did I get the time to practice calligraphy?

And even if you practice calligraphy, you won't be able to reach such a good-looking level in a short period of time.

The part of the answer they could see in front of them was neatly written as if it had been printed, and even the font size was the same.

The second-class teacher who heard this conversation suddenly thought of a person in his mind.

She also came over, "I saw a little girl when I was invigilating before, and her words were like prints, and the accuracy rate was very high. ”

"Let's see if that's it."

The head teacher of the second class nodded, "It's her paper, she handed in the paper very quickly before, I think she is very fresh, and I don't know which class it is, I checked her paper, at least I can get one hundred and thirty-five." ”

The head teacher of the first class smiled, "The Chinese grades are good, but she has neither entered the first class nor the second class, maybe she is biased in other subjects." ”

"I think so, too."

The head teacher of the second class returned to his seat and changed the paper, "Don't say it, that little girl is quite good-looking, I think she is on par with your class." ”

"How is that possible?"

After the head teacher of the first class finished grading, he began to correct the papers in the back, "Li Shiyou is the school flower, if someone is better looking than her, then how can we not have heard of it?" ”

The head teacher of the second class didn't answer, but felt that the little girl was a bit of a pity, and it would be nice if the grades in other subjects were better.

The teachers of other subjects have also changed to Su Fei's volume, and compared to the font that other students can call good-looking, hers is completely printed or italics.

The teacher felt comfortable looking at it.

The number of students in each grade of Shangjing No. 3 Middle School is not large, and the teacher will be arranged to change the test paper after taking a subject, and the objective part will be directly graded by the machine, and the efficiency is naturally very fast.

Plus the final results and rankings are automatically calculated by the machine.

So before it was over on Saturday morning, the results were out.

The homeroom teachers of each grade group have saved the results and rankings of their own classes and read them first.

"Who is this Su Fei?"

The head teacher of the first class suddenly pointed to the 19th grade on the screen, "Why haven't you heard of her before?" ”

"Concubine Su?".

The dean of academic affairs next to him frowned, "It seems to be a girl from the Song family, what's wrong?" ”