On Monday, at 7:15 a.m., when Yang Fan stepped into the door of the classroom, all the students looked up and bowed their heads again when they saw someone who was not what they hoped to see.

The class was very quiet, everyone pretended to be doing exercises and reading, and fidgeted.

Today is the day the results of the midterm exams will be announced. With the character of the head teacher who likes brainwashing, he will definitely take advantage of this time to pull a batch of hits. Looking for parents who have regressed greatly, and those who have made great progress have been praised to the sky.

"How are you doing this time?"

Yang Fan had just sat down when a note was secretly handed over.

"It's okay, you. Yang Fan wrote.

"It's pretty much the same. ”

Yang Fan didn't dare to go back, there was no distance without comparison, he used to have roughly the same score as Lin Yuwei, and he secretly competed, but now he has already pulled it away. Wait for the results to be announced, she will definitely hit hard.

The bell rang, the footsteps approached, and the teacher's walking steps were light and heavy, the sound was loud, and the rhythm was slow and urgent, which had long been mastered by the boring third class students.

Looking at the classmate closest to the door, he nodded vigorously, this is a signal, Mrs. Shi is coming.

After a few seconds, the head teacher with a notepad between his waist entered. She was expressionless and did not divulge the slightest information.

"Regression, regression is huge. I've been teaching in the third year of high school for so many years, and I've never seen anything worse than yours. ”

The head teacher shouted and scolded loudly, and said with a gloomy face: "I was so surprised by the first exam, it's really hard to imagine, how did you learn." Our senior high school teachers were all laughed at by the teachers in the upper realm, and the average score was unprecedentedly poor. ”

A few thick-skinned boys secretly grimaced. Every time it's like this, it's not tired.

Legend has it that the students in the school are bound to be worse than the next, and the best must have graduated.

According to the theory of legend, all the students of twenty years ago can beat the present day.

Then, the textbooks are now twice as thick and twice as informative as they were twenty years ago.

In this way, the legend is pure nonsense, and those homeroom teachers still educate themselves every day and treat students as fools.

The students bowed their heads cooperatively, and their faces were ashamed.

There is no way, if you don't make these moves, you will be criticized, and it is not better for everyone to save a little bit.

Since the second year of high school, Zeng Da's class president has strongly demanded that once a subject teacher is in a bad mood and scolds, everyone must pretend for a while.

Zeng Da class leader, doing things is stable and convincing.

Now, sure enough, Mrs. Shi's face looked better, and said: "It's good to know the gap, it means that you have listened to it, and it is also a kind of progress to be brave after being ashamed." Compared with other classes, the total score of this class is okay. ”

Suppress it, and boost morale.

The students breathed a sigh of relief, the process is over, let's get the dry goods.

Mrs. Shi spread out the notepad, looked up and said, "I'll report the first twenty, and the other class cadres will write on the blackboard at the back and read for themselves." ”

Referring to the previous data, the top three, the famous school has a great chance, the top ten, the ordinary college is no problem, ten to twenty, between one and two.

If you are not admitted to the undergraduate program, you are not included in the statistics of the teacher. There is news that major colleges and universities have canceled three books, and this news is not good or bad for students.

"First place, guess who. The head teacher said.

The students all looked at the study committee, who was the perennial class leader. also turned their attention to Yang Fan and Zeng Sisi.

Yang Fan is the first in the province in the mathematics league, and the exaggeration of great progress may not be impossible.

Zeng Sisi, the head of the class, made steady progress in the first three.

"First place, Shen Hongyi. ”

Shen Hongyi is a member of the study committee of the third and third classes, with a good personality, high talent, and can participate in everything.

He is the idol that most of the classmates envy, watching him play all day long, and still crushing the more than 40 people in the third and third classes to the ground.

Yang Fan remembered that on weekends in the past, he often called him and Gu Changfeng online, and he admired this slut at that time, playing games, and swearing in a sullen manner.

"Second place, Zeng Sisi. ”

This is not surprising to everyone, the efforts of the class leader can be seen, the most things, and the homework is the most serious.

It is conceivable that more than ten years later, she is definitely a company executive, and she is praised by all parties, and her reputation is outstanding.

"Third place, Jiao Zhengfei. ”

Jiao Zhengfei, the shadow squad leader, has a weak sense of presence and has very good grades.

The top three have almost no changes, and it is natural that the three of them take turns to sit in the bank.

"Fourth, this fourth. The stereotypical Shi Tai rarely let out a smile and said: "The progress is quite terrifying, and everyone can guess it." ”

"Brush. ”

The student's head turned to Yang Fan at the same time, and Yang Fan smiled slightly, it was in vain to work so hard.

"Fourth place: Yang Fan. The head teacher, who had just shown a little smile, suddenly turned pale and said, "The progress is not small, but Yang Fan, I want to say a few words to you here, why can't you develop in a balanced way."

"You scored 148 points in math and were the first in your grade, which everyone thinks is normal. The improvement of 135 points in English is scary. Do you know how many points you have in language? Do you have an opinion about me, ah, don't you?"

"No, Mr. Zhao has good intentions, I understand very well. Yang Fan immediately patted his ass.

"Yes, you know it. You scored 107 points in Chinese, and you can pass it on other people. But referring to the progress of English, it is clear that there is no concern at all. The most interesting thing is that your paper has been circulated several times by the masters in the Chinese Teaching and Research Department, do you know why?"

Thinking of that time, Zhao Hongying's face was still hot, and she said, "Guess it, students, why are those Chinese teachers competing to watch?"

"It's written in words, right?"

"I have also copied Yang Fan's words, and no one in the class can compare with them. ”

"It's definitely a font, and the scroll looks aesthetically pleasing"

"No, I'm telling you it's not a matter of words at all. Zhao Hongying was angry and scolded: "Of the 40-point essay, I only got 20 points, which is also what the teachers are really embarrassed to give and pinch their noses." ”

"Let junior high school students write, and there are 20 points. This is still to see that he is a school celebrity, and seeing that he writes well, he gave two or three more points. In other words, he couldn't even score 20 points in his essay. ”

"Huh. Ha. "The classmates finally couldn't help laughing, let your dicks blow up the sky, it's not a certain kind of eating ashes.

Yang Fan's head is full of black lines, and the more proficient he is in mathematical thinking, the farther he feels from perceptual thinking.

The previous text was pieced together dryly and haphazardly, without content and emotion, and this time it was deliberately changed direction.

"If I am asked to approve it, I won't give 10 points. Your essay score, but it caused a sensation in the attached middle school, and it is the first in the grade, do you understand?"

"Teacher, I understand, I will try to learn. "Yang Fan has a correct attitude, it's embarrassing, the penultimate ones are out, and I feel okay when I write it, but it's a little out of the way.

"It's not just a matter of being blunt and emotionless, it's a complete mess of numbers. The topic of the essay is - my XX, and the others are my mother, grandfather, aunt, etc., which can stimulate the feelings of being a human being, and the scores are not bad. ”

Zhao Hongying educated with a straight face and said: "My hometown, my pets are also decent. Do you know what Yang Fan writes?"

"My throne?"

"My girlfriend?"

"My ranch?"

All kinds of brain holes were staged, and most of the students participated in it with laughter.

"He wrote my pillow."

"Boom".

Thunder.