Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Chapter 18 Quiz

The next day, Teacher Yu received the test papers and notes sent to him by Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan. He briefly flipped through them first, then took out a few mathematics test papers and looked at them carefully, and then he immediately became excited.

"Come here, come here. Come and take a look at the papers Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan sent to No. [-] Middle School."

As soon as they heard that the paper was from No. [-] Middle School, all the teachers cheered and gathered around.

"Teacher Xue, this is given to you by Song Jiawen."

Xue Ying was still flipping through the English test papers of No. [-] Middle School when she heard Teacher Yu calling her and reached out to take the things.

At first, she didn't look at the stack of bound copies in her hand. After taking the English test paper and returning to her seat, she opened it and took a closer look.

She was a little careless at first, but as she watched, her expression gradually became serious.

Is this the note of a top student?

Okay, these two kids not only completed so many sets of test papers when they got there, they also made copies of their study notes.

"Quickly, go make copies and start doing them today."

"Yes, maybe these two kids will have to send a few more sets back next week."

"After all, they are the students we brought out. Even though they are gone, their hearts are still here."

"It's not"

The teachers were filled with emotion and missed Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan even more.

Yunzhou City No. [-] Middle School.

She has been here for almost two weeks. In the past few days, Song Jiawen's name has been read out by the teacher from time to time. It is not because of anything else, but because her rolls are too neat and her handwriting is too neat.

Shi Peirong knew calligraphy. In fact, Song Jiawen's grandfather was better at calligraphy and Chinese painting. Her grandfather taught her step by step for two years when she was in elementary school.

Shi Peirong also occasionally gave her guidance. She had a good understanding and was able to speak basic words. When she was in the fifth grade of elementary school, her regular script was even taken to a competition.

Won the first prize in the county.

Later, the county informed her that she could go to the city to continue participating in the competition, but Xie Jingying refused.

In order to follow the local customs in the past two weeks, Song Jiawen wrote papers in a disciplined manner every day.

Teachers usually don't approve all exercises. Most of the time they just go through them to see if everyone has done them all.Is there anything that has not been paid?
But just flipping through it, I occasionally came across Song Jiawen's paper.

The writing is just like the printing, so it doesn't look too comfortable.

After such a comparison, the teachers couldn't help but start to dislike other students' papers.

"Look at classmate Song Jiawen's paper, and then look at yours. Does it hurt your eyes? To say that your handwriting is like a dog is to flatter you."

Such words have been heard repeatedly in the class recently, and everyone went from being surprised and observing at the beginning to being numb at the end.

There's no way, I can't learn.

They also read it when Song Jiawen was doing the test paper. The speed was no slower than them, but the font was still very neat, just like the engraved one.

I don’t know how she did it.

This matter gradually spread to other classes, and some people sneered, "What's the use of having good-looking words? What about my grades?"

Everyone knows that Zhu Zhen, who is number one in the grade and is also the monitor of Class [-], is known for his ugly handwriting. Although it is not difficult for the teacher to recognize, his handwriting is indeed not very good.

But he is still number one in his grade, an unshakable position!

"Hey, tell me, Song Jiawen's calligraphy is so beautiful, so has she also learned calligraphy? Who can write better with Deng Tao?" "Why are you comparing her with Deng Tao? A bumpkin from the countryside, with Is Deng Tao comparable?"

"That's right, Deng Tao has been participating in competitions in the province for her calligraphy and traditional Chinese paintings since she was in elementary school. Can she do it?"

Song Jiawen didn't know anything about the excitement in other classes. Even if she knew, she wouldn't pay attention. The biweekly exam will start tomorrow. She was giving Jiang Yan the steps to analyze wrong math questions.

Now Jiang Yan has almost mastered the difficulty of the usual practice papers, and he is used to the question types from No. [-] Middle School, except of course English and biology.

These two subjects are his shortcomings. Although he has been trying his best to remedy them, it is a bit difficult to improve his grades to a certain height in a short period of time.

Mainly because after returning from rebirth, he mainly spent his energy on mathematics, physics and chemistry in the early stage.

"You still have to do more biology questions. Mathematics and physics and chemistry are not big problems anymore, so you can put them aside for the time being. As for English."

When it comes to English, Song Jiawen is also puzzled by Jiang Yan. She usually wants to memorize words every time she walks, but why does her vocabulary increase so slowly? She gets stuck as soon as she takes the test paper and makes all kinds of mistakes.

God!

So English is left to its fate.

Jiang Yan understood what she meant, but he was also helpless. He was really trying to learn bird songs seriously, but what should he do if he just wasn't good at it?
In the last physical education class in the afternoon, he resigned himself to studying biology in the classroom.

Wang Xiaole wanted to run, so he asked Song Jiawen to go to the playground together.

Xiao Qi originally wanted to ask Jiang Yan to play ball together, but when he turned around, he saw him taking out another paper from the hole in the table and unfolding it slowly.

Xiao Qi:.
Yes, this is the second Zhu Jin in their class, a pervert who works equally hard!
But looking around the classroom, Song Jiawen was nowhere to be seen.

"Jiang Yan, are Song Jiawen's grades better than yours?"

"Yes." Jiang Yan replied without raising his head.

Xiao Qi was thoughtful. No wonder she often saw Song Jiawen giving Jiang Yan lectures, but she didn't study as hard as Jiang Yan. Last time, she saw Zhu Jin coming over to urge her to buy a small desk lamp.

But it seems like she never bought it.

So when Jiang Yan said his grades were better than his, did he specifically mean certain subjects?

It may also be that he was better than him before, but after this period of hard work, Xiao Qi feels that Jiang Yan's overall score will definitely not be worse than Song Jiawen's.

Jiang Yan didn't know what he was thinking. If he knew...hehe, he would tell him that you are still too young and don't know what perversion is.

Bi-weekly quizzes every other day.

Although it is a small test and there is no grade ranking, only class ranking, it is still taken very seriously in the city's No. [-] Middle School.

The teacher arranged the seats randomly, leaving a certain distance between each table, and then repeated it several times to make everyone aware, and then began to hand out test papers.

On the morning of the first day of the Chinese language test, Song Jiawen took a quick glance at the paper. It was a little more difficult than the usual practice papers, especially a classical Chinese article in reading comprehension, which was very awkward and difficult to pronounce. Those with poor comprehension skills could not understand it at all. .

But it was nothing to her. Her grandfather inspired her to learn classical Chinese. She had already read "Spring and Autumn", "Zuo Zhuan", "Guoyu", "Mencius", etc. when she was in elementary school.

Grandpa once said that she was a child born to study.

After finishing all the Chinese language, there is still half an hour left for the exam to end.Song Jiawen was not in the habit of checking, and it was uncomfortable to sit here and work hard, so she decided to hand in the paper in advance.

The invigilator was Lao Gao, the head teacher. When he got Song Jiawen's paper, he first admired her neat paper, and then looked at the full paper she had written and placed it on the podium with great satisfaction.

As a math teacher, he didn't know how she was doing.

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