Be a scholar after rebirth

Chapter 885 The Frantic Fang Yazhen

Chapter 885 The Frantic Fang Yazhen

Liang Huini and Han Qinyu were only looking for their own grades, but they were relieved to see that they were not ranked behind in the class. Although their grades seemed to have declined, they were in key classes. The ranking is not bad, so it must be that everyone else did not do well in the exam, which means that the question is wrong.

However, when they heard Miao Ruolan's words, the two of them looked at the lower right corner of the report card, where there were the total scores of each subject, the average score of each subject, and the overall average score.

Sure enough, the average score of class three was five points higher than that of class one.

Han Qinyu sighed and said, "Oh, what kind of key class is Class [-]? You can't even pass Class [-]. We say we are in the key class, but it's just a false name. I'd like to be in the same class as Yingying."

Liang Huini also felt a little uncomfortable, "Teacher Fang has a gloomy face every day. We don't have the time to study. She knows how to put pressure on us all day long. What about herself? Asking a question is like taking dynamite. Who dares to ask, no If you understand, you can only pretend to understand, and it’s normal to fail the exam.”

"Yingying, I really want to be in the same class as you." Han Qinyu grabbed An Ying's arm and said with some hope.

"Heh, if you want to be in the same class as her, then you should go to the third class, and you will lose face to our first class with such low grades in the test."

A voice suddenly sounded from behind.

As soon as they turned their heads, they saw Fang Yazhen standing behind them with a gloomy face.

Han Qinyu was so startled that he couldn't straighten his tongue, he stumbled and called out, "Fang, Teacher Fang."

Fang Yazhen glared at her angrily, and finally set her eyes on An Ying. If she wasn't a teacher, she really wanted to kill that bitch An Ying.

I heard that she is still very close to Shen Ruoting.

Just her?Why?
An Ying looked indifferent, looking back at Fang Yazhen neither humble nor overbearing.

She snorted coldly, turned and left.

This time when grading the final exam papers, the principal actually mixed up all the class papers and sealed the names and classes. Teachers can't just give extra points just because a student is a student in their class.

She has worked hard to recognize the handwriting of the students in her class, and she has adapted to the students in her class when grading papers. As a result, she is still not as good as the third class. The average score is actually five points worse. How much is the difference in the total score?

She didn't even dare to think that this was her worst grade since she became the head teacher.

Be sure to scold those pig-like students. They come to class every day, and they have the same teacher as Class [-]. Why are Class [-]'s grades so good?

As she thought about it, she walked towards her office angrily.

As a result, I was called to the office by the principal on the way.

She walked over angrily, but also a little nervous.

"Sit down." The principal didn't reprimand her harshly, it could almost be called kind.

Fang Yazhen breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.

The headmaster didn't speak in a hurry, but poured her a glass of water and placed it in front of her.

Fang Yazhen picked up the cup, and before he had time to take a sip, the principal said, "Mr. Fang, have you seen the results of the final exam this time?"

Fang Ya was really taken aback, put down the cup quickly and said, "Principal Fang, this time it was my mistake. Next time, I will definitely work hard to make Class One a firm seat in the key class."

Principal Fang picked up his glass and took a sip of water, "I don't care which class is the key class. If the grades of all classes can improve, that would be the best."

(End of this chapter)

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