Rebirth of the tea art man

"Have you finished cursing?"

Song Yi asked.

"Well, it's over!"

Lin Cheng nodded.

"If you don't know anything, it's too late to ask me now."

"One more point is one point, it's always good."

Song Yi sorted out the test papers on the table, preparing for the next Chinese class.

"Can you increase your favorability?"

Lin Cheng asked.

"What favorability?"

The fountain pen that Song Yigang picked up stopped again.

Lin Cheng scanned around the classmates in the classroom, suddenly lowered his voice, and said softly - "Your favorability for me!"

"cannot!"

Song Yi rolled his eyes at him, but secretly added in his heart, "Because it's already full!"

"let it go!"

Lin Cheng lost interest and yawned.

Chunmian does not feel dawn, summer sleep is indispensable.

As June approaches, the weather is getting hotter and people are getting sleepier.

Jingle Bell!

The electric bell rang, and the Chinese teacher took a stack of test papers and placed them on the podium.

"Come up a few people and send out these test papers."

Lin Cheng's Chinese teacher is a short, fat middle-aged man who wears thin metal-rimmed glasses and always has a serious expression, like an old pedant.

On his desk, he is always full of thick books.

In his spare time, other teachers listen to music, play games and gossip, but he is quietly reading with his head down, taking notes from time to time.

Soon, the test papers were sent back to everyone.

"How many?"

Song Yi glanced at it, but couldn't see it.

"secret!"

Lin Cheng covered the score, wanting to see her result, but he also didn't see it.

Still, he enjoyed it.

When I was a student, after each exam, I either checked the answers or compared the scores with each other.

"mean!"

Song Yi picked up a piece of eraser and covered the entire position of the score.

"You're not bad, you're narrow-minded..."

Ok?

Has grown tall?

Lin Cheng was very surprised.

Is it possible that drinking more milk can really remedy it?

"Quiet, quiet, stop making noise, class is on!"

The Chinese teacher clapped his hands, and the classroom quickly fell silent.

"Let's announce the results first!"

"In this three-mode exam, the highest score in Chinese in the school is Yan Qin from the science class, with a score of 145!"

He picked up the chalk and wrote the number "145" on the blackboard.

"Bravo!"

"145 points? This is too exaggerated!"

"Isn't Yan Qin the liberal arts master of that science class?"

"What a ghost! She is good at Chinese and English, and she often takes the first place in the school, but she is poor in math, physics and chemistry, and her overall score can only be regarded as mediocre!"

"Fortunately, she is in the science class, otherwise our ranking in liberal arts would have to be changed."

……

Hearing the highest score of 145 in the whole school, the class was full of commotion and discussion.

After all, this is Chinese!

A score of 145 in mathematics, or even a full score of 150 in the test, is not considered a big news in a key high school like Beizhong.

However, the language is completely different.

It is more difficult to get a high score of 140 or more in the Chinese test than a full score in the math test.

"Qinqin is so powerful?"

Lin Cheng was quite surprised.

It was the first time he knew that Yan Qin's Chinese performance was so terrifying.

With a score of 145, he almost caught up with last year's top scorer in the Jiangnan Provincial College Entrance Examination.

His Chinese score is only 146 points.

The 1-point difference in Chinese is completely negligible, and most of the time it is just a difference in the marking teacher's thought.

"Humph!"

Song Yi snorted softly, but covered up the scores on the test paper even more tightly.

"The highest score in the school is 145. Look at your own score and see how big the gap is."

The Chinese teacher said, and wrote the second number on the blackboard - "140"!

"The highest score in the liberal arts class is also the highest score in our 11th class, 140."

"Song Yi, you have regressed! How can you do something wrong when writing ancient poems silently?"

"This is a sub-question! Why did you make a typo?"

The Chinese teacher looked like he hated iron for being weak, and he was about to gnash his teeth.

Song Yi lowered his head and remained silent.

"140 points is very high!"

"Wow, much better than me!"

Lin Cheng was even more surprised.

Unexpectedly, Song Yi actually scored 140 points in the test, and he was still performing abnormally.

"If you don't even come to class, if I'm not as good as you, I..."

Song Yi pouted, not happy about it at all.

"I won't talk about the average score, just to save you some face."

"Look at someone's score of 140, and roughly do the math yourself, you can never do wrong addition and subtraction!"

The Chinese teacher frowned, looking helplessly across everyone in the classroom.

That expression seemed to say—"You are really the worst class of students I have ever taught!"

"By the way, for this exam, there is another genius in our class."

"Genius, you can't do without mentioning him!"

The Chinese teacher's gaze fell on Lin Cheng in the next second.

The students in the class immediately understood who he was talking about, and turned their heads to look at Lin Cheng with a smile.

"The two-and-a-half-hour language test was completed in less than an hour."

"You said, is this speed fast?"

The Chinese teacher sneered and rolled up the paper in his hand.

At the same time, while talking, he walked down from the podium and walked closer and closer to Lin Cheng.

"In less than an hour, you don't even have time to write your composition?"

Zhou Yuntian couldn't help laughing out loud.

This is the best news he has heard today.

From the first day he was in the same class, he was very disgusted with people like Lin Cheng.

Good grades, good family background, tall and handsome, and girls often confess their love, just like the male protagonist in urban novels.

Compared with Lin Cheng, he looks like a villain in an online novel, a lightweight passer-by villain.

The closer you get to him, the more you show your humbleness.

However, Lin Cheng also likes to build a good relationship with himself, and always takes himself and Ren Jie to eat together.

It's as if...

Green leaves!

Zhou Yuntian didn't feel very grateful for inviting so many meals, but became more and more disgusted.

Because in his eyes, he is a paid green leaf!

A child from a rich family, spend a little money casually, let yourself stand on the side, and serve as a foil for this young man, to bring out his tall, handsome, kind and generous!

But he himself seemed more and more humble.

"That's right, in less than an hour, even if it is a single composition, many people may not have time to finish it."

"Just like Zhou Yuntian, you wrote 800 words for an 600-word composition. How do you ask the marking teacher to give you marks?"

The Chinese teacher gave him a hard look, which made the latter lose his temper in an instant.

"However, there are always geniuses in this world."

"In less than an hour, I finished the two-and-a-half-hour language test and got a score of 138."

"Lin Cheng, you have time to sleep, why can't you check it out?"

"Otherwise at least I can get to 140!"

Snapped!

A test paper hit him hard on the head.

The chunky Chinese teacher was so angry that he was about to smoke.

(Writing this part of the college entrance examination in the past few days, I went through a lot of college entrance examination papers, and I was touched by the scene! When I was in the college entrance examination, I wrote a third of the Chinese composition, and I didn’t have time to write it. In the end, I got a score of 105 or 106, at least 20 Well, 20 points in the college entrance examination has too much impact on life, maybe I won’t be able to write novels.)