During the day, I will follow everyone in the classroom as usual.

During the evening self-study, Tang Mingyao went to the head teacher's office again.

When he entered, he showed a look of surprise on his face, because in the office, he actually saw Li Wangang, a math teacher, and Luo Xianyou, a history teacher.

The three of them were chatting at their desks, looking idle.

Seeing Tang Mingyao coming in, Pu Jinyuan directly threw two test papers to him and said, "You did these two courses today." ”

Pick it up and take a look, math papers and history papers.

It seems that these two teachers are specially here to watch him make papers.

Tang Mingyao was not stunned, he pulled out a chair and sat down to write, first do math, and some simple ones in front of him directly did mental arithmetic, and when he got to the place where complex calculations were needed, he tore open the scratch paper and started the draft.

From the moment Tang Mingyao did the first question, Li Wangang shifted his attention to him, and walked to the side and back to watch him answer the question.

When Tang Mingyao wrote down the answer on the paper, he also silently started to correct it in his heart.

The first question, right.

The second question is a bit complicated. Li Wangang is old, and his brain can't calculate a little, and he forgot the previous content halfway through the calculation, so he calculated from the beginning and spent half a minute to figure out the answer.

Look further down.

Tang Mingyao has already done the fifth question.

Li Wangang: "......"

He sighed a little, it's better to be a young man, this brain is flexible, and he is ashamed of himself.

However, he still didn't give up the act of silently correcting the paper in his heart, and counted down the questions, and ten minutes later, the left half of the correction was completed, and he was about to look at the right again, but Tang Mingyao turned over and did the back questions.

Li Wangang refused to admit defeat, and said in his heart that he would start from scratch and compete again.

And then......

After he finished the first question, Tang Mingyao wrote and drew on the scratch paper, and he had already done the third question.

At this time, if Master Taiquan understands Internet language, it may be a sentence of "MMP" that is directly spoken. He felt that his old soul had been greatly traumatized, and he gave up this inefficient way of grading, returned to his office, and asked a colleague for the answer to this set of questions, and then came to answer directly.

This time, he finally won.

No matter how fast Tang Mingyao did, he couldn't keep up with the speed at which he corrected the papers.

After class, he took the paper that Tang Mingyao had finished, answered the answers to the places that he hadn't had time to correct before, and gave the result: full marks.

Li Wangang didn't know what to say.

He has a hot temper, physically punishes students, and beats people too much at every turn, but he is essentially a lover of education, likes good students, and especially loves gifted students.

Tang Mingyao is like this, he can't say anything other than praise.

Next is to do history questions.

This is a rote subject, there is nothing to say when doing the questions, Tang Mingyao just paid attention to the main points when answering the big questions, just don't write nonsense.

After writing, it was handed over to the history teacher for correction, and the score was 96 points.

There are many more knowledge points in the three years of junior high school than in the first year of junior high school, Tang Mingyao is not a god, and there are no plug-ins, and some dead ends are not exhaustive, so he was deducted a few points.

He also didn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, he felt that the sky was dark when he was deducted points, and his heart was uncomfortable, so he just memorized the knowledge points that he didn't answer a few times, and decided to go back and copy them in the error correction book, so he let go of this volume.

Pu Jinyuan said: "You go back, and come to the other exams tomorrow." ”

Tang Mingyao walked out of the office and politely helped the teacher to bring the door, and before he went far, he heard Li Wangang's loud voice from the office: "This baby can do it, I think he has learned steadily, let him go to take the high school entrance examination!" What is the purpose of the experimental class in the school, is not it to set up a model? I think he's a good fit! ”

Then came the voice of the history teacher: "The knowledge tested in this history paper is still very complete, he only has one question that he has not answered, and there is no problem with the history course." ”

Pu Jinyuan discussed with the two: "I'm not worried about these courses, there is still one politics exam that I haven't examined, I actually think he won't have any problems." The problem is physics and chemistry, have you two thought about it, no one has taught him these two courses at all, how he taught himself, no one knows. Maybe you didn't even get in the door? So how do you take the test? ”

Li Wangang: "Don't you know after the exam?" ”

Pu Jinyuan sighed: "Yes, you'll know after the exam." To be honest, I have mixed feelings when I meet such a student, and I feel that the teacher's authority cannot be maintained, and I feel very proud at the same time. Anyway, let's stop here today, I'll call the politics teacher tomorrow night, and find two more chemistry and physics teachers to help check the ......."

The sound of footsteps in the office rang out.

Tang Mingyao hurriedly sped up and disappeared into the corner of the corridor.

In the blink of an eye, the next day came.

At the end of school at noon, Tang Mingyao received a large package from the post office.

Due to the peculiarities of the school unit, this package was sent to the communication room, along with other letters from the school.

Tang Mingyao was stunned when he went to pick up the package, but after looking at the mailing address, he suddenly realized that it was a letter from a reader sent to him by the editorial department of "Hot Wind".

"How many letters do you have to have?"

When he moved the package, he didn't estimate the weight, the first time he was stunned that he didn't move, and the second time it took a lot of effort to pick it up from the ground.

Carrying it on my shoulder, I walked from the school gate to my home, dozens of meters away, and my shoulder was painful.

When he took a knife and opened the package, he was dazzled by the letters of different styles and the stamps stamped with postmarks and beautifully printed.

"Hahaha, now let's see who can compare with me in stamp collecting!"

He crossed his waist and laughed three times in place.

However, in the past two days, he was busy dealing with Lao Pu's exam, and he didn't have time to care about this thing for the time being, so he stuffed the package into the corner of his room and rushed back to the classroom to review the remaining courses that had not yet been examined.

In the evening self-study, Tang Mingyao stepped into the homeroom teacher's office for the third time for this exam.

Before I even entered the door, I was taken aback by the pomp and circumstance in front of me.

A small office that can only accommodate three or four people is full of nearly 20 teachers, the first year of junior high school, the second year of junior high school, the third year of junior high school, and those who don't know each other, all came, bustling and noisy.

Tang Mingyao glanced at the sign at the door uncertainly, that's right, this is Lao Pu's office, I almost thought I had come to the vegetable market.

He made up his mind and knocked on the office door.

There was silence in the room.

The teachers suddenly turned around, and they all stared at him with burning eyes, as if they were looking at something strange, and they looked at him with eagerness.

Tang Mingyao was hesitating to run away, and Pu Jinyuan called him in.

"Finish all the remaining three courses tonight."

"Politics first."

A roll slapped in front of him.

Tang Mingyao took a breath, suppressed the discomfort of being watched, abandoned all external factors, and entered the answering mode.

Rustle rustle......

Rustling......

There was a strange scene in the office.

A junior high school student sits at his desk answering a question, and more than a dozen teachers stand behind him watching.

If you change to someone with a slightly weaker psychological quality, you will not have time to answer the questions at this time, but I am afraid that just by being watched by so many teachers, I will cry.