My childhood sweetheart has been a little weird lately

Chapter 116 From Lu Xiaoke's Contempt
From the perspective of investigation, small essays are a kind of subjective questions, and the characteristic of subjective questions is that when you finish writing and handing in the paper, it is difficult for you to intuitively judge how many points you can get.

This will lead to a kind of anxiety, which will evolve into panic, and eventually everyone will try their best to pile up the number of words. A small paper with a large number of words may not be beautiful, but at least, there will be hard work without credit.

Under Su Bai's suggestion, Xia Jiangyue also wanted to understand this point, and her expression became less beautiful. She is a relatively honest child, and after expressing her point of view, she didn't know what to write.

"It's okay, your handwriting is beautiful, just follow your own rhythm." Su Bai reassured Brother Xia.

"All right……"

After thinking about it for a while, Xia Jiangyue started to write. She had experienced a complete routine writing training in high school, and some things were imprinted in her mind, and she could react at a cost.

Su Bai didn't have a similar instinctive reaction. The full score of Chinese in the college entrance examination was 985, and he didn't even pass [-]. This is really a bit low for [-] college students, and composition has always been something Su Bai worries about.

Small essays in college classrooms are much easier to write than essays for college entrance examinations, and they are much more free in form and content.

Just make sense.

Lao-Zhuang philosophy and lying flat are typical hype propositions. If you want to say that the two are related, then professional humanities scholars will break the concept with you and tell you that the core difference between the two is bigger than that of durian and jackfruit.

But from the layman's point of view, there is a little connection.

Examiners who are good at propositional composition can easily give full play to their own advantages, and Su Bai can only talk nonsense.

Fortunately, Su Bai secretly speculated that this small paper should not be very important, and the things added temporarily because the teacher asked for leave probably won't account for much in the general evaluation.

So the bullshit started.

"The philosopher Camille once said: If you have no purpose, do nothing."

"Since you can't find a purpose in life worth fighting for, why don't you lie down? You have legs, so pretend to be a horse."

……

Two classes have passed.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, many students were still writing hard. Su Bai glanced at them, and some of them were even using the third A4 paper, which was terrifying.

As they write, they keep an eye on what other people are doing.

The face is tense.

"It's almost done, hand it in soon." The teaching assistant shook his head, with a weird smile on his lips, "The essay is just a roll call, and it doesn't keep score. Why are you so serious?"

???

Many question marks suddenly appeared in the classroom.

Su Bai let out an unkind laugh.

Xia Jiangyue looked at Su Bai with admiration, she only wrote one class, and in the second part she was reading the book she brought from Zhuge's laboratory, and Su Bai was right.

The students who came to their senses felt cheated, but couldn't tell. They just subconsciously launched an arms race for word count. The teaching assistant didn't say that the essays count as points, so they could only suffer from being dumb.

"This person definitely did it on purpose." Su Bai commented, "It's probably because he was scared by the number monsters when he was an undergraduate, and he took revenge."

"Word count... the report of the big thing experiment also requires word count?" Xia Jiangyue looked sad, "They won't have to write more..."

"It doesn't need to be too much, but the number of words is indeed the core competitiveness of Dawu's experimental report. It is similar to the templates I found. If you don't want to write it, I will write it for you."

Brother Xia shook his head: "No, your handwriting is ugly and distinctive, and it's easy to reveal your secrets."

"..."

Su Bai felt that his spirit had been violently attacked.

I was disgusted by Brother Xia!
Woo woo woo.

……

In the afternoon class, I went to class with Li Haoran, but Li Haoran fell asleep and was called by the teacher.

"Stupid son, don't stay up all night to do the catheterization. If you do the nutrition catheterization, you won't be able to keep up with it." Su Bai teased.

"Guiding your sister, it's Kong Feili... He stayed up late to study last night, and he was still rustling at three or four o'clock, making me foolish."

"Ah..." Su Bai rubbed his face, "Brother didn't beat him up?"

"Brother slept soundly, okay, you know the quality of sleep, brother."

"Oh."

According to Su Bai's observation, Kong Feili was a bit dazed. It was inexplicable to lick Ning Ziheng when he first started school. Later, Ning Ziheng became cold, and he didn't communicate with his roommates. Those few get together, they love group self-study and going to the library very much, they always look very busy, but Su Bai really doesn't know what this old man is busy with, he doesn't seem to have any outstanding hobbies, except for studying and playing with his mobile phone.

Moreover, Kong Feili seems to have contempt for the Big Three of 417. Su Bai doesn't know where this contempt comes from. Is their painting style too much like a bad boy?

After killing Ning Ziheng, there will still be small cliques in the class. This is unavoidable, and people are divided into groups.

The small circle that Kong Feili joins is very similar to the gangsters who studied together in high school. They work very hard and share teaching materials and learning experience with each other. However, if people outside the circle ask them questions, they will only get blank stares. .

What is particularly sad is that the proportion of such people admitted to good universities is not low.

For this kind of people, Su Bai has always believed that their cerebral cortex is fundamentally different from that of us normal people, and there are no martial arts cheats to speak of in high school, so why not play Naoki Hansawa?
When he arrived at the university, Su Bai was not stingy about sharing information with everyone. In fact, sufficient information can only guarantee that you will not fail the course. If you really want to compete for the top few, it depends on your talent and hard work.

If you can help your classmates drift away happily, why hide it?

Of course, the courses of Ninghai University of Science and Technology often have a mandatory bottom line of failure rate. According to Zhuge, most of the courses have a failure rate of at least 5.00%, but don’t be afraid, the number of failed courses is often filled by foreign students from Africa and Korea. Yes, they can easily pass the class, but there are still buddies who don't come to the class.

After another day of messing around, the time soon came to the weekend, Lu Xiaoke skipped over to Big Brother Su Bai's house for piano lessons.

"Can you not add the word "big brother" when you call me in the future? "

"Why? Why can't Big Brother be called Big Brother?"

"Unlucky. Forbid big brother." Su Bai didn't bother to explain to the kid, "Hurry up and learn the piano."

Lu Xiaoke pursed his mouth, watching Su Bai slumped on the sofa playing games, extremely envious.

She walked towards the piano, turned her head three times a step, saw Su Bai entering the game screen, and yelled loudly: "Please, you are weak! Why haven't you left Novice Village yet?"

"What do you know, this game is not easy to release in Novice Village. According to statistics, more than 70.00% of the players who bought "Legend of the Old Hooligan: Wild Pant" have not left the initial stage."

"That's not the reason for your food... My God, it's been a week."

Look at Lu Xiaoke's funny face of sighing.

Su Bai couldn't laugh.

I was despised?
(End of this chapter)