On the way home from self-study the next evening, Huang Baihan still couldn't forget the three "dirty idioms" just now.
At the same time, I also wonder why Chen Zhu’s Chinese language scores have improved so rapidly.
Chen Zhu definitely couldn't tell the real reason, so he could only kick the ball back: "You didn't ask me to follow your review rhythm. I will memorize whatever you memorize. Why are you asking me?"
"ah?"
Dahuang, who was slowly relieved, began to feel entangled again when he heard Chen Zhu's answer.
You followed my review pace, and in the end you got 136, and I got 109?
Why do you feel like you are playing me?
"Chen Zhu, can your second model still stabilize this score?"
Huang Baihan said sourly: "If you can stabilize yourself, maybe you can really go to Peking University."
Chen Zhu shook his head: "It's really hard to say."
In fact, Chen Zhu felt that Peking University was very poor. 650-660 was almost his limit. With this score, he could barely get into Qingbei, and he couldn't choose any good majors.
You can't go into archeology. The score line for this major is very low, but after graduation you really just need to grab a shovel and go mining in the northwest.
"It would be best not to go to the capital."
Huang Baihan snorted: "We can meet more if we stay in Guangdong City. By the way, what did Teacher Yin want to do with you just now?"
"She asked me to speak at the swearing-in ceremony..."
Chen Zhu told me that he wanted to go on stage to share "how to learn Chinese well".
After hearing this, Huang Baihan felt a little envious again.
In the past, when there was a monthly exam summary meeting, Chen Zhu and I were the only students who could only sit at the bottom and listen to the lecture. However, because we had good friends with us, we didn't feel too much inside.
Occasionally, I can also complain about the demeanor and Mandarin skills of the scholars.
Now that Chen Zhu is about to go on stage, Huang Baihan suddenly doesn't know who to complain to.
Back home, Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin were watching TV on the sofa. When they saw Chen Zhu coming back, Lao Chen stood up with a smile: "Let the queen mother rest for a while today, and I will warm milk for our prince."
"Virtue!"
Mao Xiaoqin patted her husband's back, then walked to Chen's side to help him get his slippers, and asked by the way: "Has the exact score come out?"
"It's out."
Chen Zhu pointed to his schoolbag and said, "I got all the test papers back."
"Really?"
Mao Xiaoqin happily hugged her schoolbag and went to the sofa. As the mother of a high school graduate, she has devoted a lot of time and energy this year. Sometimes she is more concerned about test scores than Chen Zhu.
After taking out the test paper, Dr. Mao looked at each one and analyzed the reasons for the wrong questions:
"Mathematics 145, you can definitely do this fill-in-the-blank question, but you're just too careless."
"Physics 140, I heard that the test questions this time are a bit difficult."
"Chemistry 141, don't write so sloppily next time. The paper marks are also very important."
"English 92, Chen Zhu, did you only read but not understand your reading comprehension? Why did you only get 20 points?"
"Chinese language...huh? Lao Chen! Lao Chen!"
Mao Xiaoqin suddenly shouted several times.
Chen Peisong, who was warming the milk, hurried over. He thought it was because Chen Zhu was not performing well this time, so his wife was very excited and started to smooth things over before she had time to wipe her hands:
"How should I put it? Failure in the exam is just a small test, allowing Chen Zhu to understand his shortcomings and areas where he needs to work hard. As parents, we need to give our children more care and support to help him regain confidence from failure...
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“Don’t take your work habits home with you!”
Mao Xiaoqin interrupted unceremoniously: "My son has improved in Chinese. He got 136 in the exam."
"ah?"
Chen Peisong took the Chinese test paper in surprise, read it back and forth several times, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Old Zhao from the police station just sent me a text message, saying that her daughter was exactly 642 this time, and secretly asked Chen Zhu this
How many times did you take the exam?"
Zhao Suo and Lao Chen work in the same area. Because their positions are similar and their work overlaps, and he also has a daughter who is a senior in high school at the Provincial Experimental Middle School, they get along very well.
The two families often have dinner together, and Chen Zhu has also seen Zhao Suo's daughter, who is short and fat like a shot put athlete. Her mother does not allow her to eat two more pieces of braised pork during meals.
"My son's grades are not a tool for you to show off."
Mao Xiaoqin was not happy anymore and urged Lao Chen to go to work: "Hurry up and heat the milk. Chen Chen has been hungry for a while."
"Don't worry, leader, I will do as you are told!"
Lao Chen happily went to the kitchen, and when Chen Zhu also returned to the bedroom, Mao Xiaoqin picked up the PHS with a smile, walked to the balcony and dialed a number:
"Sister Zhang, good evening. How are your Zihan's scores? Chen Zhu, he has improved a little this time, with over 650 points..."
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The next day, Monday, Chen Zhu came to school as usual.
Because the monthly exam had just ended, the teacher spent the next two days in class talking about papers, and the days seemed to have returned to what life was like in the senior year of high school.
Boredom, lack of sleep, the wind is a bit clingy, and the beautiful sunset always appears suddenly during one evening self-study.
Li Jianming still harassed Song Shiwei every day, but his behavior was a little more restrained, and Chen Zhu ignored him.
It was not until the self-study session on Saturday night that class teacher Yin Yanqiu came over and announced that the "Path-taking Mobilization Assembly and Model Summary Assembly" would be held tomorrow afternoon. Deng Qian, as the representative of the senior high school students, led everyone to take the oath.
Chen Zhu also wants to take the stage to share his experience in Chinese learning.
This caused a little stir in the class. It turns out that in the mind of the class teacher, Chen Zhu is already on the same level as Deng Qian?
Mou Jiawen turned her head, looked at Chen Zhu with a gentle smile, and immediately said to Song Shiwei: "Weiwei, with Chen Zhu's recent hard work, does he plan to confess to you?"
Song Shiwei was concentrating on doing the questions when her thoughts were interrupted by her deskmate. She was not angry. She stretched out her hand to tuck her hair behind her ears, and immediately revealed a face that confounded all living beings.
She didn't seem to understand what Mou Jiawen meant, and looked at her deskmate in confusion.
"Look..."
Mou Jiawen clapped her fingers and said: "To stand up for you, this is the first thing he does for you; to cut your hair, this is to change his image in your eyes; to improve your academic performance, he can barely do it now."
I went to the same university as you; even his personality seems like he is not as introverted as before."
Song Shiwei didn't expect that he could make such a calculation. Could it be that all of Chen Zhu's positive changes were because of himself?
But she didn't like arguing, so she buried her head again and continued studying.
"Hey~"
Xiao Mou didn't feel left out. Instead, he put his chin on his hand and sighed quietly: "If there is a boy who is willing to make changes for me, let alone Chen Zhi, even Huang Baihan, I will be willing to date him."
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As they are about to be liberated, the suppressed minds of boys and girls begin to gradually thaw.
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The next day was Sunday, and the school was actually quite disgusting. In order not to affect the normal classes, the swearing-in ceremony was arranged on Sunday afternoon.
——The only half-day break that senior high school students can have during the week.
At about three o'clock, the school's loudspeaker began to call everyone to gather in the playground, so more than 500 senior high school students reluctantly walked downstairs while cursing the school for being stupid.
Each class stands together according to the order of recess exercises, but there is no need to leave such a large gap as during recess exercises. Classes can clearly see the faces of the students opposite each other.
He Yong, the principal of Zhixin Middle School, was the first to speak. He strode to the microphone, held up an A4 paper and said loudly:
"Dear teachers, dear students, spring is back and everything is reviving. On this vibrant campus, we hold the college entrance examination swearing-in meeting and the first mock exam summary meeting..."
The students in the audience were a little curious at first, but soon their interest was lost by the lengthy speech, and they all whispered to each other and chatted among themselves.
At this time, a girl from Class 1, Grade 3, suddenly patted the shoulder of another girl next to her: "Yu Xian, does that boy from the next class look familiar?"
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