Although the 2007 Guangdong College Entrance Examination model has some adjustments, it is still the 3+2 model. The full score for each subject is 150, and the total score is 750.
Even the dividing lines are simple and crude:
550 and above can read one book.
Those who pay more than RMB 600 can go to 985 colleges, and you can almost choose from 211 colleges.
If you are above 650, you have reached the threshold of heaven level, and you can go to the top two schools in Qingbei.
If the score is around 700, you can choose any school or major in any country.
Chen Zhuoyimo's score of 654 allowed him to jump from the original "guaranteed Hua Gong, sprint to CUHK" to a score that can sprint to Peking University.
No wonder Dahuang couldn't accept it as if he had accidentally eaten shit. Originally, there was only a small gap of 10 points between the two brothers, but now it has become a huge disparity.
Huang Baihan, who was still smiling when he handed out the English test paper, now felt like a stone was pressing on his chest, and said to Chen Zhu in a muffled voice: "Let me take a look at your Chinese test paper."
In fact, the smile does not disappear, it only shifts, but Chen Zhu couldn't bear to irritate his best friend any more, so he obediently handed over the test paper: "Nuo~"
Just when he was about to comfort Dahuang again, Yin Yanqiu, the head teacher who had distributed all the test papers, suddenly came to Chen Zhu in high-heeled leather shoes and tapped the desk with his knuckles: "Come to the office with me.
.”
Chen Zhu was not surprised. This kind of progress beyond the norm really requires some understanding of the situation.
The office was very lively, and almost every teacher had a student standing in front of their desk. They were probably performing abnormally in the mold.
In fact, students who can be interviewed by the teacher mean that there is still a chance of salvation. After all, "interviewing" means sacrificing the teacher's own time and energy.
If the teacher scores zero on the test and doesn't say anything, he basically gives up on the student.
Yin Yanqiu sat on the chair. She took a few sips of the tangerine peel water in the thermos cup and then combed her hair leisurely.
Chen Zhu was standing at the corner of the table. These middle-aged teachers not only knew how to maintain good health, but were also used to treating students like air.
After all the procedures were completed, Yin Yanqiu coughed lightly: "Chen, your Chinese scores have improved greatly this time. Several Chinese teachers in the grade found it incredible, but they don't know why."
At this point, she suddenly smiled: "Fortunately it's Chinese. If it were mathematics and physics, I would have thought you were cheating."
Chen Zhu pursed his lips: "Teacher, I didn't cheat."
Although we are reborn, the knowledge in our minds is accumulated by ourselves. How can this be called cheating?
"Of course I know!"
Unexpectedly, Yin Yanqiu actually trusted him more than Chen Zhu, and said with great certainty: "I have been your class teacher for three years, how can I not understand your character? I just want to ask, what improvements can you make?
I’ll share the Chinese method with my classmates at the swearing-in mobilization meeting.”
"What?"
Chen Zhu felt that the class teacher's words expressed several meanings, and he was a little unable to react.
"Oh, I mean"
Yin Yanqiu picked up the thermos cup again, took a sip, and said comfortably: "The swearing-in mobilization meeting will be held next Sunday. The school plans to hold a similar summary meeting together. I plan to let you go up and speak, mainly
Let’s talk about the experience of improving Chinese language.”
Chen Zhu was stunned for a moment: "Only those in the top ten grades can take the stage to share their learning experience."
In the past, Chen Zhu's grades were around the 20th in his grade, which was not bad, but it was definitely not his turn to give advice in front of everyone.
Yin Yanqiu didn't say anything this time, and handed over an exact ranking.
Chen Zhu: The total score is 654, ranked 4th in the class and 8th in the grade.
Number one in the class is monitor Deng Qian, a thin and petite girl.
In fact, Deng Qian could have been recommended to Qingbei University. She even passed the examinations of these two schools. However, she was not satisfied with the major she was recommended for, so she refused the recommendation and planned to take the exam herself.
In my impression, she ended up going to Tsinghua University.
The second in the class is Kang Liangsong, the school committee member, the third in the class is Song Shiwei, and the fourth is himself.
Chen Zhu also wanted to take a look at Huang Baihan's ranking, but it turned out that this kid should be outside the fifteenth place in the class. Anyway, he didn't take a look at it.
"I didn't expect that I would be able to become a famous figure in the school when I am about to graduate."
Chen Zhu thought to himself.
On ordinary high school campuses, there are several criteria for judging "persons of the hour":
One type is the one with extremely good grades, so good that all the teachers and students in the school know you, which can only be achieved by a few academics who often come to the stage to share their learning experiences;
The second type is those whose families are very rich, or who can play one or two musical instruments, or who sing well... If the scope is expanded a little, Li Jianming can probably be regarded as a man of the hour.
Because the whole school knew that he stalked Song Shiwei.
Therefore, campus figures do not necessarily have a future, they just have characteristics that are widely known on high school campuses.
Seeing that Chen Zhu was silent, Yin Yanqiu, the head teacher who thought he knew "this introverted and honest boy" very well, thought that Chen Zhu was afraid and had stage fright, so he gently comforted him: "You don't have any psychological burden, just go up to the stage and talk to the classmates."
Tell us about your learning experiences.”
Chen Zhu glanced at the class teacher in a strange way, thinking that he was looking down on me. I had given many reports at the provincial industry standards conference. What kind of psychological burden could it be to brag to a bunch of high school students?
Yin Yanqiu called Chen Zhu here mainly for this matter, and after finishing speaking, she was ready to send him back to the classroom.
But as soon as Chen Zhu walked to the door of the office, he suddenly heard Yin Yanqiu calling from behind: "Wait..."
Chen Zhu turned around.
"Since your Chinese language has improved so much, is it possible that you can speak English..."
Yin Yanqiu's usually serious and dignified face suddenly had a kind of excitement and even a "fly rubbing hands" expectation, and Chen Zhu instantly understood what she meant.
"Teacher Yin, the time I have left is just enough to improve my Chinese and maintain my grades in mathematics, physics and chemistry."
Chen Zhu said honestly.
If I had been admitted to the foreign affairs department that year, my Chinese and English might have been improved under the influence of the work environment.
Now, apart from the remaining knowledge of English in my mind, the only thing I am familiar with is the four letters "cpdd".
······
After returning to the classroom, Chen Zhu felt the "fiery" eyes of everyone looking at him again.
Different from the last time he stood up for Song Shiwei, this time the students had something more complicated in their eyes. After all, everything in the experimental class is performance-oriented.
This is a bit like the sect competition in fantasy novels. A disciple who only had the "Golden Core Realm" in the past suddenly broke out and defeated several "Nascent Soul Ancestors", subverting the original ranking order.
"Where is my Chinese test paper?"
After Chen Zhu sat down, he planned to take a look at the wrong questions in each subject, but found that the Chinese test paper disappeared on the table, and Huang Baihan didn't have it in his hand either.
Huang Baihan pursed his lips and gestured to the classmates in the front row.
"Liu Han, return the test paper to me."
Chen Zhu tapped the girl in the front row with his index finger, deliberately avoiding the two obvious narrow straps on her back.
Liu Han turned his head. She was the kind of girl who didn't care about her appearance and body and focused on her studies. In the past, she was basically among the top five in the class. Unexpectedly, Chen Zhu suddenly emerged this time and pushed her out.
"I just took a look at your paper, and I feel that some of your answers to poetry analysis were not accurate. You shouldn't get such a high score."
Liu Han had an unconvinced look on his face.
These top students with good academic performance speak very directly and have no idea of ​​euphemism.
Chen Zhu didn't care about her, knowing that he had squeezed her out. Liu Han couldn't accept it for a while, so he just shrugged his shoulders and said: "You are not the author, how do you know that my analysis is incorrect?"
Liu Han was stunned for a moment and immediately said: "If it is different from the reference answer, it is wrong."
Chen Zhu smiled: "Chinese is not like mathematics. 1 is 1 and 2 is 2. There should not be an accurate answer in Chinese. Otherwise, how could there be a saying that there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people."
"But……"
Liu Han still wants to argue.
Chen Zhu had no intention of quarreling now and just wanted to send Liu Han away, so he took out a scrap of paper and said: "I know you are very unhappy with me for not passing the Chinese language test, but there is no way to change the test results, why don't we go private
Let’s have a PK below.”
"How to PK?"
Liu Han was a little curious.
"I will only write down three idioms. If you answer them successfully, I will admit that I am not as good as you."
Chen Zhu said calmly.
"real?"
Liu Han felt that with his accumulated common sense, there should be no idioms he didn't recognize, so he responded: "Then write it quickly."
Chen Zhu scrawled a few words on the draft paper. Liu Han only glanced at it, turned around with a blush, and stopped pestering him.
Chen Zhu couldn't help but chuckle: "I'm really a master of success. I can get a woman to give me 1.8 million in just three sentences..."
"What did you write?"
Huang Baihan, who was depressed at first, curiously grabbed the draft paper and saw that it read:
clamp rod;
□□press;
Hole □□.
"Hold!"
Huang Baihan also blushed instantly and spat: "You are a gangster, right?"
"Why did I become a rogue?"
Chen Zhu felt aggrieved: "Pack a gun and a stick, press forward step by step, and make excuses out of nothing are all idioms in the dictionary. You think wrong and blame me for being unreasonable?"
Huang Baihan was stunned for a moment, it seemed like that, then why his first reaction was...
"Rhubarb, you can't be sexual."
Chen Zhu warned with a smile.
······
(Please give me monthly votes and recommendations, thank you all for your support.)
Chapter completed!