Volume 1 The Year of Confusion Chapter 10 Final Exam, See the True Chapter, and Show Your Magical Powers
Finally, the final exam is only the last day. Approaching the big exam, the students who love learning are also very serious, and those who don't like to study are still chattering: "Big test, big test, small test, no test, no test." In fact, for these moths, it's the same whether they take the test or not, anyway, after nine years of compulsory education, if the test is good or bad, the school will not pick people up. It is precisely because there are not a few people with such a mentality, which leads to a new regulation every day, a new task every day, a new reform every day, and a grasp of implementation every day.
In fact, the worst thing is the head teacher. If the student does not do well in the exam, he has to do a review; If a student violates discipline, he will be criticized; At the parent-teacher conference, parents have to ask the teacher how he is teaching and how he is managing, and he has to come out and be responsible.
Okay, let's not talk about it, and then the story will be told.
Tomorrow's big exam, during the day, basically all subjects will be pulled once. In the morning, the number of languages is materialized, and in the afternoon, because there are no five classes in the morning, the morning self-study is changed to a Chinese class.
Usually in the morning self-study class, the students are extremely reluctant and weak, today is unusual, in the morning when the teacher has not arrived, the representative of the language department organized everyone to read the syllabus of the compulsory text.
Since the classroom is divided into two large groups, the left and right, there is a large aisle in the middle. The students on the left and right began to compare whose voices were louder and whose tones were higher. Modulation and frustration, the words are correct and round, and even the yin and yang are weird, what kind of tone is there, just like Yunnan singing mountain songs, not only to have the feeling of shouting, but also to have the tone of singing. Don't say it, it's still a technical job.
Xiao Feng was sitting slightly back in his seat. At this time, he was like being between a wedding company and a funeral center. The two voices he heard were mixed together like a symphony. The symphony's melody is sometimes positive, sometimes mournful, like heaven and hell, happiness and suffering, joy and sorrow, white and black.
Beethoven had his "Symphony of Destiny", and Xiaofeng felt that this piece should also have its name, but because of the lack of words, Xiaofeng really couldn't think of a better, more artistic name. Just when he was at a loss, he remembered the novel "In the World" shared by the teacher in reading class two days ago. Xiaofeng had a flash of inspiration, "Yes, let's call it "The World". ”
Positive people can find heaven everywhere, and pessimistic and depraved people feel that hell is everywhere. Just like those students who have long-term goals, they also have times to complain, but they will not use what they complain about as an excuse for leisure and hard work, they know that even if it is the unfair distribution of educational resources, or the partiality of individual teachers, ......these are not up to us, and if you use these as an excuse for not wanting to learn, then you will not even have the opportunity to compete with others based on strength.
Of course, not all of the students who are in the "suffering" are pessimistic and waiting for death. When the students in "Happiness" are doing the mechanical movement of silent writing and brushing questions, they also begin to exert their subjective initiative.
"Adu, Adu!" It was not someone else who stretched his neck to speak, it was Liu Hao who was sitting in the penultimate row. Liu Hao frowned at Wei Yudu, not knowing what he was doing. After a while, I saw Wei Yudu pass a small note, Liu Hao took the note, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and thanked him a thousand times.
After Liu Hao finished copying, the person next to him poked him again, which meant "sharing blessings". At this time, Liu Hao changed his low breath just now, clutched the small note tightly, and teased others. It's strange to say, the person who begged him was like being grabbed by the root of his life, nodding and letting Liu Hao ride on his head to "and pee". When Liu Hao felt that the game was boring, he rewarded the person who asked for it. After getting the note, the man immediately sat down and changed his appearance, waiting to tease the next "seeker".
Xiaofeng knew that this note might be used for cheating, but if it was a formula and a poem to memorize, wouldn't the syllabus be there? Wouldn't it be okay to copy it yourself? Why do you have to beg others? Xiaofeng thinks there may be a big article here.
After class, Xiaofeng found Wei Yudu and asked him in a consultative tone if he could borrow a note to copy it, but Wei Yudu decisively refused, not only was he rejected, but Wei Yudu also sarcastically mocked him: "A good student still has to copy a small note?" Xiaofeng didn't want to argue with him, so he smiled and walked away.
Back in his seat, Xiaofeng's mind was full of doubts, he thought about this question over and over again, this question was like a cat scratching, tickling his heart. Due to large and small exams, the positions of students are constantly changing.
Yang Feng, who was sitting in front of Xiaofeng, was a gossip maniac, because he was a general student, he could gossip about some new things inside and outside the school, at home and abroad, all day long. As for Xiaofeng, he likes to listen to his lectures, so the school's earliest "paparazzi" and "melon-eating masses" were born. Xiaofeng is in Yang Feng's gossip, since he was a child, Mo SM heard 3DRPT, heard movies from music, and heard performance art from sensory art, involving a wide range of levels and deep scales, which can be regarded as a "meat" for a newborn calf like Xiaofeng.
For this question, Xiaofeng thought about it and prepared to ask Yang Feng. Yang Feng mysteriously said that this question could not be answered for the time being, and he could only wait for the test to be finished. Seeing that Yang Feng was tight-lipped, Xiaofeng used a trick - bribing Yang Feng with a pack of "satay beef".
As the saying goes: "If the joints are not enough, there is a Yama Bao Lao", except for the two of them, as long as there are living creatures with seven emotions and six desires, they can be accommodated, but the methods are different.
Yang Feng, who got the "satay beef", decided to tell him a little "secret" for the sake of Xiaofeng is acquaintance, and Xiaofeng of course agreed with joy.
"I'll tell you, don't tell others," Yang Feng stated solemnly, which was also the opening sentence that children used to say when they were telling secrets. "Don't worry, don't you worry about me in this relationship? I know what to say and what not to say. Xiaofeng also followed his example and swore a promise.
"Do you know, Taihe Middle School, our sister school to this school? Their school's teaching resources are interconnected with our school, and every time our school's exam papers are based on their exam papers and exam syllabus," Yang Feng said this, Xiaofeng guessed eight or nine points, but he didn't interrupt and continued to listen.
"The final exams of the school this time are one day later than theirs, so some subjects are released and so on, all the subjects are one day earlier than us. Our school has a private band-aid bar with papers and answers. I don't need to say more about the rest, you also know that some of the boarding students in our class didn't hand in their phones, right? After Yang Feng finished speaking, he turned around and ate "satay beef".
Xiaofeng now knows that it all turned out to be like this. For him who can only play CF when playing on the computer, in addition to QQ, YY has used chat software, and he has only heard of it, what it is, he is still relatively unfamiliar.
It seems that these unfair competitions are destined to happen, and when he thinks of this, his heart is not good.