Chapter 17 The Department of Writers!(1/2)
"Report to the Wuke Academy first, the registration fee and material fee will be 100 in total, starting with Zhang Yali." Hai Dafu didn't raise his head, took out a paper brush and brushed two copies, and started registering the name.
After signing up your name, check it.
Zhang Yali, interviewed the Martial Arts Department
Hu Yanhong, interviewed the Martial Arts Department
Jiangcheng, report to the Martial Arts Department
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From the beginning of elementary school, the students in Class 4 have been preparing for the college entrance examination for twelve years and have a clear mind, which is to be the martial artist among the civil and military masters.
Enter the martial arts school and practice martial arts!
Every year during the college entrance examination, there are eye-catching words hanging on the fences of various universities at the gates of various universities. Parents look forward to their children being able to make a name for themselves. The twelve years of ups and downs are to enter the martial arts school.
"Qin Mo, don't you apply to the martial arts savage?"
After the registration was over, Zhang You realized that Qin Mo had not registered!
Qin Mo did not register for the entire senior high school (4) class.
Not taking the exam?
"Qin Mo, you didn't apply for the exam?" Hai Dafu carefully reviewed the application list, and the fish that missed the net was very eye-catching.
In Class 4 of Senior Three (4), Qin Mo's existence has always been relatively transparent. Hai Dafu's first impression is that Qin Mo doesn't want to take the college entrance examination anymore.
Every year in the college entrance examination, some martial artists who give up taking the exam are five steps in the college entrance examination, among which the martial arts examination is in danger of life and the casualty rate is not low.
It is wise for some students who know that they are not strong enough to choose not to take the college entrance examination.
The proportion of students who give up taking the college entrance examination every year is about 30%.
The country also encourages students who are not strong enough to give up. After all, except for warriors, all positions in society need fresh blood supply, and the mortality rate of adolescents is too high, which affects the normal operation of society.
Very troublesome.
However, no one has given up taking the college entrance examination for seven or eight consecutive years. Class 4 has made an exception first, and Hai Dafu is not easy to pass the exam with the principal.
It will definitely become the target of public criticism.
The performance appraisal that will affect this year is small, and the professional title evaluation will affect next year is large.
There are ten places for outstanding teachers in Anyang School. Compared with ordinary teachers, in addition to the significant salary increase, there are additional training resources allocated to excellent teachers.
It happened that one of them was going to retire this year, and there was only one vacant position. More than 50 teachers at Anyang Middle School were staring at this piece of fat, hoping that their competitors would make mistakes at critical moments.
One of their class will be given a quit exam, and there is no need for other teachers to criticize him. Hai Dafu himself will be shameless to apply for the evaluation.
Thinking of this, Hai Dafu's face looked quite ugly.
"Qin Mo, think about it again." Hai Dafu gritted his teeth and stared at Qin Mo with his eyes tightly, his eyes very complicated, nervous, worried, and even a hint of begging.
He asked himself with his conscience, Hai Dafu is very tolerant of you, Qin Mo.
When you sleep in class and fail the physical test, which one will I pursue?
Now you are asked to take the college entrance examination and apply for a martial arts teacher, but you don’t even apply?
Wouldn’t you just sign up and go to the battlefield, and wouldn’t you let you die?
Don't give me any face?
Over the past three years, your dad has put a red envelope of 300 yuan into my drawer. This amount can still be enjoyed at this level of care for me, which is great.
You quit the exam at this time, didn’t you put me on the fire and roast me?
"It's quite wise for Qin Mo to not apply for the exam. To be honest, I'm a little afraid of the two levels of martial arts exam and actual combat."
"I'm not much better than Qin Mo, but I dare not quit the exam. My dad will break my legs."
The poor students from Class 4 sighed and sighed.
It doesn’t mean that everyone can pass the exam. At least half of the people who take the martial arts exam every year cannot enter the Wuhan University.
Anyang Middle School is pretty good in Jincheng, and the proportion of being beaten is more than 40%.
When the college entrance examination is over, on the day the notice is coming, some people are happy and some are sad!
Qin Mo rolled his eyes. Is it necessary to harm me?
Of course he didn't know Hai Dafu's little thoughts, so he nodded and said sure: "I've considered it. If I don't apply to the martial arts master, I want to apply to the literary master."
As the words fell, the whole audience was silent.
Hai Dafu was anxious and blurted out subconsciously: "If you don't apply to the martial arts master, your father will send you to Anyang for three years, which is not to let you give up the exam at the last moment. You are worthy of your father's good intentions and marry into the Lin family...what! You said you want to apply to the literary master?"
After reacting, Hai Dafu's expression changed color instantly, which was even more surprising than Qin Mo's withdrawal from the exam!
Not only Hai Dafu, but the others in Class 4 were confused.
Qin Mo, want to apply for a literary master?
Although Hai Dafu mentioned the word "Wen Master" before signing up, he didn't think that someone in Class 4 would be able to get a message.
What's more, the person who signed up was Qin Mo.
Only Zhang You's expression was different. He was stunned and was nine points shocked and moved. This was Qin Mo cheering for him.
I did not support my confession with Liu Yingying on the surface, but in fact, I used such a desperate move to take the college entrance examination of the Literary Master Department to warn him to bravely step forward and not to care about the contemptuous gazes of others.
Master Wen!
This journey is definitely countless times more difficult than a martial artist.
In the journey of a martial arts master, as long as you are willing to work hard, even if you are not talented and not included in the grade, you can still do well.
But Master Wen, it’s difficult!
The most important thing about a literary master is talent!
The second is literary heart!
Qin Mo didn't have both.
If you have no talent, you can still practice and improve by observing the works of famous teachers.
A lack of literacy is the big problem.
Being unintentional means that you have not identified the strength of classics. A classic book is placed in front of you, like a useless person. How can you improve your talent?
One knife directly cut off the path to becoming a literary master.
Perhaps Qin Mo has literary heart and talent, but there is something that is certain that he is rich. Even if Qin Mo has literary heart and talent, he is not outstanding and ordinary.
Even if Qin Mo is asked to apply for the Literature Department, he will be 100% eliminated.
Moreover, the Anyang High School College Entrance Examination Department who applied for the literary master's degree must be personally approved by Principal Gu.
The reason is very simple. The literary master exam is one more pass than the martial artist. The palace exam is made by the city lord and the chief of the Document Hall of Documents. The results are given on the spot. If a student who only knows how to write bad sentences, write bad poems, and write bad lyrics will be chosen on behalf of Anyang Middle School to take the imperial examination and make a fool of himself in the palace exam where the chief of the Jincheng City lord and the chief of the Document Hall of Documents, Anyang Middle School cannot afford to lose this person.
Gu Mingyang can't afford to lose his entire body.
Qin Mo's face did not change and said confidently: "Yes, I want to apply for a literary master."
Applying for a literary master is a decision that Qin Mo has made long ago.
Hai Dafu was about to reject Qin Mo directly and let him give up, but then he thought, if he refused like this, Qin Mo would really quit the exam in anger, and Hai Dafu would still have to take the blame.
No, I can't bear the blame for this.
If you want to memorize it, it is also memorized by Principal Gu.
"Okay, I'll sign up for you."
Hai Dafu was bald and tall, with his eyes high, and his eyes were as bright as an eagle. After patrolling, the students from the audience said, "All those who apply for martial arts will review carefully. If you have any shortcomings in yourself, what are your shortcomings.
If you don’t have enough speed, you can practice running more every day, and you won’t be able to run with a load.
If you don’t have enough strength, go back and practice punching and lifting weights, so that you can spend more money to buy some supplements. It’s best to buy demon crystals.
Tell them not to be reluctant to let go, there is only one chance in the college entrance examination in a lifetime.”
After saying that, Hai Dafu looked at Qin Mo and said in a narrow voice: "Come with me."
Hai Dafu walked out of the classroom gloomy, and Qin Mo hurriedly followed.
"Qin Mo really wants to send a message to the Department of Literature?"
"We don't dare to apply to the Department of the Wenshi Master, we only dare to apply to the Department of the Martial Arts. Qin Mo, why dare he report to him?"
"Just just to show off this moment, I really have to wait until the day of the college entrance examination, and I will still have my true colors?"
As soon as Qin Mo and Hai Dafu left, Class 4 was in an instant.
Can Qin Mo also receive the literary master's department?
Just kidding?
Is he talented? Is he literary?
He has a hairy hair!
To be continued...