Boss, his language is not good

Chapter 18 Guilty
The Chinese teacher rolled his eyes, ignored those people's ridicule, and still led Nancheng to analyze seriously, whether it was because he didn't read the questions carefully or the questions were unclear.

"I'm not worried about your basic questions. You do very well on the comprehension questions. Whether it's modern Chinese reading or classical Chinese reading, your thinking direction is very comprehensive. But this time you didn't get full marks for your composition. You know this Is it why?"

Xu Wenli's request may be too much for ordinary students, but it is not "high expectations" for Nancheng, because this is the level she can achieve.

Nancheng was silent, Xu Wenli stared at her, didn't seem to think about her answer, paused and continued: "The grading field for the college entrance examination is different from the grading in our own school. Our school grades the papers by itself, and teachers can kowtow to each other. Comparing...cough, we teachers circulate and discuss with each other for unconventional compositions."

"The suspense novel you wrote last time was very good, but as an exam-oriented composition, it is the result of discussions among many of our teachers. Of course, it is not that no teacher wants to give it a fail. You said that if this If you meet such a marking teacher in the college entrance examination marking room, it will be the end of it!"

Nancheng listened to it, couldn't hold back, and retorted in a low voice, "Isn't it double-checking?"

"Then what if the two teachers who changed your composition happened to think that this kind of composition is not suitable for the test composition, and that it is bloody and dark enough to be positive? We can't take chances!"

The Chinese teacher spoke softly there, trying to persuade her with kind words, but at this point, she comforted Nancheng, "You don't have to worry about it this time, your article is still very good, but the teachers want to remind you, So I just deducted two points."

Nancheng understood what the teacher meant, and said softly, "I know, I don't know how to write such a composition for the college entrance examination."

"That's right, it's better to be conservative in the college entrance examination. It's such an important exam once in a lifetime. If you get a low score because of the composition selection, you won't have a place to cry..."

The teacher said something later, but Nancheng didn't pay attention, she was a little absent-minded, staring at the grade report on the upper left corner of the teacher's desk, class one.

Nancheng's eyesight was not good, and the report was a little far away from her, so the words on it could not be read clearly.But if you know a name and put it in, you can barely see it.

She looked down from the first name, because of her eyesight, she looked very slowly and carefully.But when most of the people hadn't seen that person's name, her heart couldn't stop sinking.

Don't you want her to count from the back to the front?
There were originally 45 students in the first class, but with Shen Beiwang, the airborne transfer student, there were only 46 students.Nancheng saw the three words "Shen Beiwang" until the last half, but now she didn't know how many he was.

For convenience, Nancheng really starts counting from the end.

Well, good, eighth, last.

The name is followed by a series of numbers, which are the results of various subjects. This Nancheng can't read it, and if you are not careful, you will read it wrong.

However, the number immediately following the name, that is, the Chinese score, seems to be... two digits? ?
Long live!
Generally speaking, the test papers this time are relatively simple. If Nancheng remembers correctly, the school's average Chinese score seems to be 108 points, while the average score of Shihua class 119 is [-] points, so Shen Beiwang can use these two digit Chinese scores. Being the eighth from the bottom in the first class of materialization, really, is quite eye-catching.

Seeing that Nancheng had been looking at the grade report of another class one on her desk, the Chinese teacher understood, took out that report, put it in front of Nancheng, and showed Nancheng the grades of the "brother class".

"Look at it."

She pointed to the column of Chinese, slid her finger from top to bottom, and finally stopped on Shen Beiwang's name, and tapped, "Look, there is only one in the class with a double-digit Chinese score." The tone seemed rather rare.

Nancheng lowered his head and looked at it carefully again, feeling a little ashamed for no reason.

What the Chinese teacher said was true. A neat row of three-digit numbers turned into a two-digit number—96 points.

"Don't tell me, this is still a pass. I just got stuck." On the Chinese paper with a score of 160, a score of 96 is barely a pass.

Xu Wenli felt a little complicated when she thought of Shen Beiwang's achievement.

With a score of 96, not to mention being in the master class, even in the ordinary class, this score can only be regarded as the middle and lower level.But thinking about Shen Beiwang's previous grades, facing his score, Xu Wenli actually felt a strange sense of relief.

She had read Shen Beiwang's answer sheet on purpose, and the deduction of points for reading comprehension questions was horrible, but compared to the last week's practice test paper that was largely blank, this time it was filled in regardless of whether it was right or not. Feel his change.

Thinking of this, Xu Wenli glanced at the quiet class representative in front of her, who seemed to be studying the report card of a class seriously.

Is it because of her?Because I have an unusual feeling for this girl, I changed my previous casual and dispensable attitude, and started to pay more attention to things that I was not interested in or cared about before, just because this is what girls like.

Xu Wenli's eyes showed a sense of nostalgia and a trace of regret that was hard to detect.She suddenly felt a little envious of Nancheng, envious of her being so cherished, envious of their youth, enthusiasm and simplicity, and even had the idea of ​​witnessing their growth together.

She dug out the small question marks of Class [-], laid them out on the table, and waved to Nancheng, "Come and read this, it's more intuitive than the report card."

"Look, he did well in the basic questions and even the first few questions in classical Chinese, and he didn't see any obvious weakness compared with others. But," the Chinese teacher changed the subject, pointing to the row after this question. Numbers, said to Nancheng who was thinking seriously with his head down,
"From the last subjective question in classical Chinese, to poetry appreciation, and then to the reading of two modern essays, his score has gradually opened up with others, and it is getting bigger and bigger."

"I've read his answers carefully, and his ability to generalize is pretty good, but I really can't read those comprehension questions and inquiry questions. It may be said that he didn't clear the questions, but it doesn't seem to be the case, but it just gives you the feeling that the answer is not what you asked."

Nancheng hasn't read Shen Beiwang's answer sheet yet, so he doesn't know the specific situation, but according to his usual habit of writing questions, it is estimated that the problem is quite serious.

"I remember that five points were deducted for your two reading comprehension articles, but he was lucky. He got five points in total, and he dropped more than [-] points for this question. It will definitely not work if it continues like this."

Subconsciously, Nancheng wanted to nod along with the teacher's intention, and immediately realized that it was useless to tell her these things, the teacher should call the person over!

Seeing Nancheng's thoughts, Xu Wenli leaned on the back of the chair, spread her hands, and smiled a bit narrowly, "But he doesn't listen to me either. If I tell him, it goes in one ear and out the other!"

Nancheng: "...No, right?" It felt like the teacher had something to say.

Nancheng was a little embarrassed, and this embarrassment was accompanied by a sense of guilt that he was caught immediately after eating a snack and failing to wipe his mouth clean.

hell!What is she guilty of?
Nancheng originally wanted to act more righteously, but just suddenly, she inexplicably thought of the scene where that man sat next to her yesterday, feeling a little uncomfortable and complaining to her that "they are all looking at you", and then his face It became hot little by little, and spread to her heart.

Her heart was pounding, and she covered her heart.

So, even more guilty.

(End of this chapter)