The next day, Teacher Yu received the test papers and notes sent to him by Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan, he first flipped through them briefly, took out a few math test papers and looked at them carefully, and then immediately became excited.

"Come here, come here, Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan sent the volume of the No. 1 Middle School in the city, you can take a look ......."

As soon as I heard that it was a roll from the No. 1 Middle School in the city, the teachers all gathered around.

"Teacher Xue, this is Song Jiawen for you."

Xue Ying was still flipping through the English test papers of No. 1 Middle School in the city, when she heard Teacher Yu call her, she reached out and took her things.

At first, she didn't look at the pile of bound copies in her hand, and only after taking the English test paper and returning to her seat did she open it and look at it carefully.

At first, she was a little careless, but as she looked at it, her expression slowly became serious.

This is...... A top student's notes?

Okay, these two kids, when they first arrived there, not only did they make so many sets of test papers, but they also copied people's study notes.

"Quick, go make a copy, start doing it today."

"Yes, maybe these two kids will have to send a few sets back next week."

"In the end, it is the students we brought out, although the people are gone, the heart is still here."

"It's not ......"

The teachers felt a lot of emotion for a while, and they also missed Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan very much.

.........

Yunzhou No. 1 Middle School.

It's been almost two weeks since she came, and in recent days, Song Jiawen has been read by the teacher from time to time, not because of anything else, but because her scroll is too neat and her handwriting is too neat.

Shi Peirong knows calligraphy, in fact, Song Jiawen's grandfather's calligraphy is better, as well as Chinese painting, her grandfather taught her for two years in elementary school.

Shi Peirong also occasionally instructed her, she has a good understanding, she can basically say it, and when she was in the fifth grade of primary school, the regular script she wrote was also taken to participate in the competition.

Won the first prize in the county.

After that, the county informed her that she could go to the city to continue participating in the competition, but Xie Jingying refused.

In the past two weeks, Song Jiawen has been making rolls every day in order to follow the local customs.

The usual practice teachers don't all approve it, most of the time they just flip through it to see if everyone has done it all? Is there anything that hasn't been paid?

But just flipped through it, and occasionally turned to Song Jiawen's scroll a few times.

The writing is just like the printed one, and it doesn't look too comfortable.

With such a comparison, the teachers couldn't help but start to dislike the papers of other students.

"Look at Song Jiawen's papers, and then look at yours, are they spicy or not? He who says that your words are dogs and crawlers lift you up. ”

Such words have been repeated in the class recently, and everyone has gone from surprise and observation at the beginning to numbness at the end.

I can't help it, I can't learn it.

They also read the test paper when Song Jiawen was doing it, and the speed was not slower than theirs at all, but the font was still very neat, and it was really the same as the engraving.

I don't know how she did it.

This matter gradually spread to other classes, and some people scoffed, "What's the use of just looking good, what about the grades?" ”

Everyone knows that Zhu Zhen, the first in the grade, is also the class leader, and his handwriting is notoriously unsightly, although it does not make the teacher struggle to recognize it, but it is indeed not very good.

But people are still the first in the grade, and they can't shake their status!

"Hey, you say, Song Jiawen's handwriting is so good, so has she also learned calligraphy? Who writes better than Deng Tao? ”

"Why do you compare her to Deng Tao again? A dirt bun from the countryside, is it comparable to Deng Tao? ”

"That's it, Deng Tao has been calligraphy since elementary school, and the Chinese paintings he painted have gone to the province to participate in the competition, can she?"

.......

Song Jiawen didn't know anything about the excitement of other classes, even if she knew, she wouldn't pay attention to it, the bi-weekly exam was going to start tomorrow, and she was giving Jiang Yan a list of analysis steps for math mistakes.

The difficulty of the usual practice papers is almost mastered by Jiang Yan now, and he is also used to the question types in City No. 1 Middle School, of course, except for English and biology.

These two subjects are his shortcomings, although he has been trying his best to remedy them, but it is a bit difficult to improve his grades to a certain height in a short period of time.

Mainly after returning from rebirth, he mainly spent his energy on mathematics, physics and chemistry in the early stage.

"You still have to brush up on biology, mathematics and physical chemistry are no longer big problems, you can put it aside for the time being. As for the English ......."

When it comes to English, Song Jiawen is also puzzled by Jiang Yan, usually I can't wait to memorize words when I walk, but why does my vocabulary rise so slowly, and I get stuck as soon as I do the test paper, and it is a mess.

God!

So let the English be left to fate.

Jiang Yan understood what she meant, but he was also helpless, he was really learning bird language seriously, but ...... What if it just doesn't work?

In the last physical education class in the afternoon, he resigned himself to brushing biology in the classroom.

Wang Xiaole wanted to run, so he called Song Jiawen to go to the playground together.

Xiao Qi originally wanted to call Yan Yi to play ball, but when he turned around, he took out a roll from the hole in the table.

Xiao Qi: ......

Yes, this is the second Zhu Jin in their class, and they all work equally hard!

But looking around the classroom, I didn't see Song Jiawen.

"Jiang Yan, is Song Jiawen's grades better than yours?"

"yes." Jiang Yan replied without raising his head.

Xiao Qi was thoughtful, no wonder she often saw Song Jiawen giving Jiang Yan lectures, but she didn't study as hard as Jiang Yan, and last time I saw Zhu Jin come over to urge her to buy a small table lamp.

But it seems to ...... She never bought it.

So Jiang Yan's so-called grades are better than his, is it specifically referring to certain subjects?

It is also possible that he was better than him before, but after this period of hard work, Xiao Qi felt that Jiang Yan's overall score would definitely not be worse than Song Jiawen's.

Jiang Yan didn't know this idea, if he knew....... Hehe, he'll tell him you're still too young to know what a pervert is.

........

Weekly quizzes.

Although it is a small test, there is no grade ranking, only class ranking, but it is also valued in the city No. 1 Middle School.

The teacher breaks up the seats, leaving a certain distance between each table, and then repeats it a few times to make everyone feel conscious, and then starts to hand out the test papers.

On the morning of the first day, Song Jiawen took the paper and glanced at it first, which was slightly more difficult than the usual practice paper, especially a classical Chinese in reading comprehension, which was particularly jerky and awkward, and the poor comprehension ability could not understand it at all.

But it is nothing to her, her ancient Chinese was enlightened by her grandfather, and she had already read all of them in elementary school, such as "Spring and Autumn", "Zuo Chuan", "Chinese", "Mencius" and so on.

My grandfather once said that she was born a child who was suitable for reading.

After all the Chinese are done, there is still half an hour before the exam ends. Song Jiawen didn't have the habit of checking, and it was uncomfortable to sit here and stay up, so she decided to hand in the paper in advance.

The invigilator is the head teacher Lao Gao, and when he got Song Jiawen's paper, he first admired her neat volume, and then ...... Looking at the volume she wrote, I was very pleased to put it on the podium.

As a math teacher, he didn't know how she was doing.