Hearing this, the teachers all crowded around.

Because what was said was so appealing.

It meant that 56 points was indeed the upper limit of their grading. But, did it mean that the highest score for the Chinese composition was fixed at that mark?

Was it really necessary to settle for 56 points, even if it far exceeded the level of other 56-point essays?

Did these teachers really want to admit that the subject of Chinese couldn't differentiate students well and didn't need to be emphasized so much?

"Let me see," Wu Wensen took the test paper, and recognized it just by looking at the topic. "Ah."

"Written in a lower-level examination hall?"

"That's really brave."

"It's also possible that this student is good at Chinese, but not other subjects, so he ended up in that examination hall."

The crowd looked at Wu Wensen, awaiting his evaluation. Then, they saw him nodding with a smile and saying, "Well written, well written. How did this kid come up with such a thing?"

"Teacher Liu, take a look."

Wu Wensen gave the test paper to Liu Fang.

She was the teacher of the school's best liberal arts class. Although she wasn't a senior teacher, her qualifications and standards were unquestionable. Moreover, her essay writing skills were particularly high, and her literary talent could be said to be the best among this group of teachers.

Liu Fang took the test paper and read it carefully: "A young man went to a Zen monastery to ask the Buddha for guidance, feeling confused and uncertain about the future. After offering incense and bowing, he left the meditation room. At this time, a monk came forward and asked, 'Disciple, are you unable to see the future because you are confused about it?' The young man replied, 'I am not pessimistic, and I work hard, but I feel that the road ahead is winding, and I am afraid of giving up halfway, so I want to see the future to reassure myself. If I am certain that my future self will realize my self-worth, I will no longer waver.' The monk smiled faintly after hearing this, and then covered the young man's eyes with his hand..."

After opening his eyes, the young man saw the future.

His future self had become the person he dreamed of and had a happy family.

The young man thanked the monk and left happily.

From then on, he was no longer confused.

But at the same time, he became lazy in self-improvement, thinking that he would succeed in the future anyway, even if he didn't work so hard, it wouldn't be much different.

Later, one day, when he went to the Zen monastery to fulfill his vows, he met the monk again. The monk asked, "Disciple, would you like to see the future again?"

The young man was puzzled, wasn't his future already set?

The monk said, "You might as well take a look."

Then, he covered the young man's eyes again.

After opening his eyes, he saw that his future self had not only failed to realize his dream, but was also very frustrated and decadent. He asked the monk in horror, "Why has my future changed?"

The monk said, "The so-called future is the accumulation of countless present moments. Disciple, have you done your best today?"

"I was only slightly lazy, and the change in the future is so great?"

The monk said, "Cherish time during the day and things in daily life. Just as dripping water can pierce stone and a saw can cut wood. Nothing is accomplished overnight, but rather a qualitative change is produced by countless subtle changes."

Knowing the future means restraining the present.

Now, do you still think that seeing the future is a good thing?

After realizing the truth, the young man thanked the monk and left the monastery.

After that, he worked even harder than before.

Gradually decreasing accumulation leads to a failed future.

Gradually increasing accumulation leads to a more successful future.

The so-called future is countless present moments.

He never went to the monk to peek into the future again.

But he saw the future again.

"Too relevant, too perfect." Liu Fang really didn't expect such a work to appear in the exam essay.

Anyone can write about people, but it is very difficult to write about Zen in an essay.

What's the difficulty?

It is necessary to ensure the integrity of the structure in a limited space while closely adhering to the theme. This student did too well.

And there is also a certain amount of fun, not a completely dry and dogmatic argument.

After Liu Fang finished reading, the other teachers also borrowed it in turn, and all agreed that this article could get full marks.

"It's just that the title is a bit too uC, it doesn't match the main text." One teacher said with some regret.

In response, Wu Wensen explained: "This student is afraid that the examiners will think that he is off-topic, so he forcibly made it relevant to the topic. If he was really allowed to write as he wanted, the title would definitely not contain the words 'future'."

"Yes, and a slightly off-topic title is not a big problem." Liu Fang also agreed, and said, "56 points is completely enough."

"Then give it 56 points?" the teacher in charge of grading this paper asked.

Everyone nodded, thinking it was okay.

However, Wu Wensen did not express his opinion.

He took the test paper and wrote a red number on it: 57.

In fact, 57 is equal to 60.

The school usually doesn't give full marks in monthly exams, but in order to distinguish this test paper from other high-scoring papers, it shows that its conception is unique.

This 57 points can explain the problem very well.

"Why don't we open it and take a look at the name?" One teacher quite curiously encouraged.

"Isn't that a little inappropriate..." The female teacher looked at Wu Wensen subtly.

"It's okay, it's just a monthly exam. The next Seven School Joint Exam is more important." Wu Wensen was quite open-minded and said, "If it's really a student from a bad class, we can even encourage him to try this path, participate in some essay competitions, or submit articles. Aren't there still some schools doing strong Qian Kun plans for literature now?" (Qian Kun - Universe)

Eleventh High School does not need students to guarantee an undergraduate degree.

They only look at the rate of students admitted to first-tier universities.

And students who can't get into first-tier universities can try other aspects, such as fine arts, broadcasting, sports, etc., as long as there is an opportunity to get into a first-tier university.

For the students themselves, it is also a good thing. After all, after graduating from university, when looking at qualifications, they first look at your undergraduate institution.

A first-tier university is more impressive.

"Okay, then I'll open it."

Since the Chinese team leader said so, she did so. Then, she took off the staples of the sealing line, opened it, looked at the name, and read, "Class 18, Chen Yuan..."

"That's not right? Must be mistaken."

Liu Fang directly interrupted, quite sure, and said: "He said that he wrote an argumentative essay, writing about the relationship between the future and the present..."

Speaking of this, she was not sure again.

Then, the female teacher took out the test paper, confirmed it, and said, "Indeed, it's Chen Yuan's."

"I remember this name, a boy who is very good at playing basketball, but isn't he from Class 15? He also represented Class 15 in the competition that day."

"He should be from Class 18, I heard it at the end when I listened to the English broadcast, Class 18 Chen Yuan. Haha, a boy with a very nice voice."

Even among teachers, there are quite a few who know Chen Yuan's name.

At this time, Liu Fang suddenly understood why he was flipping through the test paper when she passed by him.

He was afraid of being seen by her!

Really, didn't I say that students in Class 18 should write argumentative essays? Why doesn't he take it seriously...

At this time, Liu Fang understood the reason.

It was also her responsibility.

Because Class 18 was too bad, incomparable to Class 15, so she made a shocking statement in Class 18. The essay type restriction during the exam should be prose, narrative essays, essays, except for classical Chinese and poetry.

If you want to get a high score, you can only write argumentative essays.

However, she also felt that the responsibility was not entirely on her.

She maliciously guessed: Did Chen Yuan waste all his time on essays, which led to him doing particularly badly in other areas?

"Give this paper to me to correct, I'll calculate the score first." Liu Fang took the initiative to do work that didn't belong to her.

And another teacher of course readily agreed, handed it to her, and said with a smile: "The essay has 57, then the total score must be 130."

It can only be said that she may understand Chinese.

But she doesn't understand Chen Yuan.

"Hmph, maybe."

Liu Fang corrected the multiple-choice questions in this way, wrong by half. Poetry recitation, very good, all correct. Classical Chinese, about half. No, what is this translation? Reading, well, stable performance, basically only able to get about half the points.

After calculating all the questions and adding them together, Liu Fang smiled in relief.

Looking at the 112 points at the top of the paper, she didn't know what to say.

"Ah, this... the essay is almost full marks, but it's only a little over one hundred and ten, what a talent."

"And if the essay is calculated according to 50 points, it's only 105. Hiss, it looks amazing. The essay got a high score of 50, but the total score is just over 100."

"I never expected that some people actually get points from essays, 666."

Hearing these words, Liu Fang was getting angrier and angrier. But, very contradictory, she also liked this child's spirituality very much.

Today's essay, even more added to his favorability in her heart.

Putting aside the examination-oriented education, he has something.

But you are a high school student, you put aside the examination-oriented education?

"I'm angry."

Returning the test paper to the teacher who was grading, remembering the special assistant student the leader had told her about, Liu Fang made a decision and said: "I have to steal a little time from Teacher Mo and Teacher Sherry to spare time to supplement my Chinese."

…………

Compared to Chinese, the math exam was really hearty, a big battle!

Chen Yuan really wrote happily.

This kind of question that gives five or ten points casually is so enjoyable to write, compared to Chinese, where you have to work hard to get a few points, it's really one word—exciting.

However, today he really benefited from Chao Zi.

The moment he saw the title, Chen Yuan thought of the morning he first obtained future vision.

At that time, his mentality was indeed that the future strangled his present, becoming boring.

So, when writing this essay, it was so smooth.

The handling of the golden finger also adopted a more retro style - the old monk.

It can only be said that without being off-topic, and writing out a complete structure, and the writing is not bad, it is impossible not to get a high score.

Of course, thinking about this is meaningless.

Chen Yuan began to fight the math problems within two hours.

This month of hard practice has greatly increased his strength. At the same time, the academic thinking learned when listening to inner voices has also been engraved in his mind.

Without cheating, Chen Yuan basically filled in all these math problems.

However, because he didn't cheat, the time was just enough, and there wasn't much time to check.

The simple answer questions should be fine, but he may have gone astray in the second question of the difficult questions. Also, he only solved one in question 16, and there was obviously another answer, but he really couldn't figure it out.

The bell for the end of the exam rang like this.

"Ah, so difficult."

"This time's questions are really disgusting."

"I should only barely pass."

However, after the end of the exam, the others in the examination hall were wailing.

Wait, are these questions difficult?

Chen Yuan didn't quite understand.

But he quickly realized.

That's right, I did a month of Olympic math problems, and the competition was also super difficult. It's like tying a person full of weight-bearing sandbags, never untying them, and living as usual, and then after a month, the restraints are lifted, wouldn't that be a direct take-off?

Front Lotus! ( *Omote Renge* )

"How was it?"

Carrying his schoolbag, Chen Yuan took the initiative to ask when he was walking side by side with Zhou Fu.

"I feel the same as in the morning." Zhou Fu glanced at him and lowered her head.

"Huh?"

"In the morning, I did well on the Chinese exam, so I took the initiative to ask you. Now that you did well on the math exam, you want to comfort me." Zhou Fu had realized human nature, it was so real.

"Why don't you think it might be sarcasm?"

"Hey, you..." Zhou Fu frowned and complained a little dissatisfied, "You have to hope for the best for me."

I hope you get better so much, you have to encourage me too.

"Just kidding, if it doesn't work, I can tutor you in math." Chen Yuan said confidently.

"The special assistant student has become me..."

Zhou Fu had no real feeling.

After all, when she first came to Class 18, that is, a month ago, the other party was completely weaker than her.

Could this be the power of love, you have to set a goal to improve?

However, she only has the power of friendship.

582-78=504?

No, who runs backwards?

"By the way, Xin Yu should have finished the exam today, right?" Zhou Fu suddenly asked.

"She has the monthly exam one day earlier than us. And, the scores will be out tomorrow."

"The scores are posted in one day... it's also terrible to be a teacher in Fourth High School, it doesn't give people a chance to breathe?" Zhou Fu felt her scalp tingling.

That kind of place is too cruel.

Zhang Jianjun, you have turned the school into a Yama Palace!

"After all, that's Fourth High School." Chen Yuan said with great awe, "By the time of the mid-term exam, Hai Dong Fourth High School will even have a four-school ranking."

This four-school ranking is too terrible.

Students from First High, Fourth High, Hai High, and Affiliated High are ranked in a big ranking.

The first place in this ranking is basically the top scorer reserve.

Both liberal arts and science, and is the provincial top scorer.

"Then Xin Yu should be under a lot of pressure, right?" Zhou Fu asked worriedly.

"Ah?" Chen Yuan didn't think so, "She should be fine, right..."

"She has no problem with her strength, but after all, she has had some changes recently." Zhou Fu looked at Chen Yuan and reminded, "If the results are not very good, you have to persuade her not to get stuck in a rut."

With her personality, it should be easy to associate the failure of her grades with early love.

And she obviously won't give up early love because of this.

Zhou Fu could see that Xia Xinyu especially liked Chen Yuan, and breaking up was impossible for her.

Since she can't give up, and she has encountered setbacks, she can only compete with herself.

Of course, she believes that Xia Xinyu is a very powerful person.

Maybe there are really geniuses who can perfectly cope with both love and study?

"Yeah, I know."

Chen Yuan nodded, and when he was about to leave the school, just as he was about to take out his phone to send a message to Xia Xinyu, he saw the other party sending a message 'asking for leave': I'm still a little uncomfortable today, so I'll go home alone first, ha.

…………

The period was actually no longer affecting her ability to do problems on the second day.

So, this exam, Xia Xinyu was not affected by any force majeure, the body's excuse can not be found.

There is no need to find other excuses.

But this time, she really felt that some questions were very difficult to do.

Physics and mathematics, which used to be her very good subjects, how could she be so unsure?

That shouldn't be the case.

After she and Chen Yuan started, she didn't slack off at all. On the contrary, because she was afraid that her grades would be affected, she studied even harder.

However, the study time was indeed shorter, and things that were no different from 'dates' with Chen Yuan gradually happened more...

Don't think about this first, the scores are not out yet, you shouldn't doubt yourself like this.

It shouldn't drop directly below 600 points.

She had never scored below 600 after arriving at Fourth High School, and there was no reason for such a big drop this time.

Sitting on the bed, holding the phone, looking at the screen.

Xia Xinyu: Auntie, have the math scores come out? What did I get?

Generally speaking, students will not know the scores in advance, but after all, her aunt is a school employee, so she can let her tell her in advance.

That's how it's always been done.

And this time, the difference is that she is particularly nervous during this waiting period.

She wasn't so panicked when she checked her scores on the high school entrance exam...

Knock knock.

The WeChat message sound came, Xia Xinyu quickly picked up the phone.

However, after seeing the number sent by her aunt, the expression on her face froze.

Slowly putting down the phone, sitting on the bed, hugging her knees with her hands. Gradually, her head was buried down...

At this time, the room was also knocked on. Accompanied by the WeChat message reminder sound, she picked up the phone, knowing that Chen Yuan was looking for her.

So, pursing her lips, squeezed a smile from her face. Then, she got out of bed and walked to the door, opened the door, and took the initiative to say hello: "The math exam should have just finished, how was it?"

"Pretty good, I filled it all in..."

Chen Yuan looked at himself, and his tone gradually lowered.

Did she put her emotions on her face?

"I knew it, you can definitely do it." Xia Xinyu smiled and patted Chen Yuan's shoulder, and said, "There are two more exams tomorrow, you have to..."

"Did you, not do well on the exam?"

Chen Yuan really saw through himself completely.

When he asked this sentence, he was already prepared to comfort himself.

But she doesn't need comfort, if she doesn't do well this time, she'll do better next time...

But tears, unconsciously, were already swirling in her eyes.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan raised his hand, just as he was about to wipe away Xia Xinyu's tears, she directly pounced on the other party, buried her head in his arms, and cried loudly.

She really didn't expect that this mere monthly exam would hit her so hard.

Chen Yuan didn't know what to do, so he put his hand on her head.

And this stroke directly caused Xia Xinyu's grievance to explode, choking and saying: "I don't want to study anymore, I don't want to study anymore... let's talk properly, sob sob..."

(End of this chapter)