Here, excellent academic performance is a very honorable thing, and teachers' preference for top students is unabashed.
Moreover, top academics can be admired by their classmates.
It's true worship.
Taking Lin Yi's grade as an example, there are many true and false campus legends such as "Brother Jun's shoulders".
The so-called Brother Jun, whose real name is Ma Jun, is a boy in the key class.
What's so magical about his shoulders?
It is said that if you ask Ma Jun any question, he will turn around and look over his shoulder after reading the question and stare for a while.
Depending on the difficulty of the question, the pause time ranges from a few seconds to more than ten seconds, and then it will come back and tell you "This question should be like this..."
All the reference answers seem to be written on the shoulders.
This kind of existence is more appropriately called the god of learning.
In his previous life, Lin felt that he and the God of War should not be of the same species, but that he was another high-level creature above "human beings".
If Lin Yi and Gu Caiwei can be considered Muggles, then the God of War is Linzhong's Tom Riddle.
You-Know-Who.
The theory that "reading is useless" has no place here.
No one will jump out of nowhere and preach such nonsense as "people with good grades are just nerds" or "there are so many top scorers in college entrance examinations who have never won a Nobel Prize".
Take the "priority in mate selection" that male students are most concerned about. Good grades are also a plus.
Probably second only to being handsome.
Let’s put it this way, ordinary students will probably be called parents if they fall in love publicly, while top students will probably only get one sentence when they fall in love:
"Don't affect your studies."
As for what football quarterback?
Muscular men are not the aesthetic preference of junior high school girls. Most of the comments about this image are that "they don't look like good people."
Of course, strictly speaking, the matter of "selecting a mate" is prohibited in Linzhong.
Otherwise, Director Wei from the Student Affairs Office turns on his laser eyes and wanders around the nooks and crannies of the school every day. Is it for the purpose of digesting food after meals?
That's too far.
The reason why I say this is because Lin Yi found out that he had boasted about his awesomeness!
He checked the academic calendar for this semester, and there were still two weeks until the final exam was completed.
According to his attitude of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, his math, physics and chemistry skills are still far from being "recovered".
Theoretically, these are just "reviews" for Lin Yi.
But reviewing the knowledge learned a few months ago is completely different from reviewing the knowledge learned twelve years ago!
Like who remembers Lagrange's theorem, Fourier transform and Taylor's formula?
Chinese and English are not foolproof.
Although this thing is a tool, the exam and application are different.
The format of the exam determines that it often needs to find tricky angles to deliberately embarrass candidates, and often relies heavily on routines.
That's why there is such a thing as test-taking skills.
All in all, if you treat "high school student" as a profession, his current basic qualities are:
Unqualified.
According to his prediction, this situation is unlikely to have a major breakthrough within two weeks, but he cannot sit still and wait for death.
So he has been pestering Lao Xiong very actively recently, asking questions about this and that.
Lao Xiong thought it was new at first. His and Lin Yi's scores before were only half a catty to eight ounces. It was a rare thing for Lin Yi to ask him for advice.
But he soon became bored.
"Snapped!"
Lao Xiong threw his homework book on the table and looked at Lin Yi in disbelief: "You don't even know this question. Did you really get into Linzhong on your own?"
The question was indeed a bit basic, and Lin Yi was quite embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, but I'm actually sending you a recommendation."
"Recommended students also took the exam before they were admitted!"
Damn it, if you don’t teach, you won’t teach, and you actually engage in personal attacks.
Lin Yi decided to study it himself.
But Lao Xiong didn't let him go so easily: "Hey, the decline in your grades is a bit exaggerated. Does that person really have such great magic power?"
"Which one?"
This guy gestured in a certain direction.
Classmate Gu Caiwei, who was concentrating on her homework, sneezed out of nowhere.
Lin Yi rolled his eyes: "I didn't tell you why, no matter what it is, you can think about it in the third way?"
"I think you are too horny."
Lao Xiong didn't talk to him about this, and asked instead: "Have you submitted the expression of interest for the arts and sciences branch?"
"Hand it in."
Key middle schools like Linzhong are generally traditional strong schools in science. There are a total of 14 classes in their grade, and there are usually only two liberal arts classes.
Before the separation of liberal arts and science subjects at the end of the first year of high school, the "grade ranking" mentioned by teachers and classmates defaults to the ranking of science subjects.
No one pays attention to liberal arts rankings, or they are not ranked at all.
For those who have entered the top 100 in their grade in science, if they want to choose liberal arts, their class teacher will talk to them or even their parents.
For Lin Yi, there was nothing to hesitate about.
He is a dignified coder, but choosing liberal arts means deleting his account and practicing again, so why bother?
Lao Xiong didn't ask him which class he had filled in. It was a matter of course: "Then do you know which two classes have been demolished this year?"
There have been rumors in the grade that in order to form two liberal arts classes, the two first-grade classes will be split up and reorganized.
"There is no such thing as our class anyway."
Old Xiong was surprised: "Oh, the news is quite good."
Generally, when splitting classes, students with the lowest grades are selected. Class 14 has always been in the middle and lower reaches of the grade, so theoretically there is a certain risk.
"Then do you know which ones in our class are going to study liberal arts?"
Lin Yi didn't have a deep impression of other classmates. He only remembered one.
Lao Xiong didn't mention this matter casually. Sure enough, he said next: "Zhang Jiaqi is going to the liberal arts class. Do you think Gu Caiwei will go with her?"
Lin Yi was very sure: "She didn't go."
Lao Xiong didn't believe it: "You say it as if you can be her master."
But he also hopes so.
Of course, it's not that Lao Xiong has any bad thoughts about Gu Caiwei, but that if a school beauty is placed in the classroom, it can be regarded as the "collective property" of the class.
It’s also good for your eyes.
Lin Yi ignored Lao Xiong's boring topic and went to find Xiao Haocheng to answer his questions.
As expected, Brother Xiao was very patient and did not dislike his question as too elementary. He explained everything to him until he understood it.
Fortunately, Lin Yi is a shameless person.
He knows enough is enough, and it would be too unruly to pester others to be a tutor during a period like final review.
So in the final analysis, you still have to rely on yourself.
In the next two weeks, he began to immerse himself in reading and writing like the most diligent classmates in the class, wishing he could walk without looking at the road.
Lin Yi felt that being stumped by the final exam should be regarded as a shame for a reborn person.
What gives him some comfort is that as the World Cup in South Africa continues to advance, his net worth is gradually accumulating.
No matter how much Lin Yi resisted, exam week came as scheduled.