September 5th is the twenty-third day since the summer vacation officially begins.
There is about a month left before the end of the summer vacation, and the return date of each Xiuzhen High School is advanced. This means that although the semester starts on October 7th, in fact, you have to hand in the papers on the day you return to school on October 1st.
Homework and a new round of entrance tests.
Half a year later, Wang Ling still remembered the embarrassment he felt when he first entered No. 60 Middle School. The new round of entrance tests will not affect the class placement, but only evaluate each student's comprehensive ability after half a year of study. Those who have improved
, there are also those who fall off the chain...the key lies in the extent of this progress.
And this is also a new round of "score-squeezing" problems that Wang Ling is facing now.
This exam is much more difficult to score, because he needs to clearly know the learning status of everyone in his class, then calculate the extent of progress, and finally decide how much progress he has made...
That's right, no matter how much progress he made, Wang Ling had to score points for himself and stay in the middle of the class among the progressive ones.
Wang Ling has never been a procrastinator when it comes to summer vacation homework. He will not, like 99% of people, choose to find a fast food restaurant to catch up on his homework in the last few days of the vacation.
When it comes to homework, Wang Ling prefers to be organized, and for Wang Ling, some copying homework does not require him to do it himself.
In terms of handwriting, Wang Ling has put the global font database into his brain. It is quite easy to imitate handwriting using the magical power of "Da Ma Liang Shu", so even if Wang Ling doesn't practice calligraphy, he doesn't have to worry about his handwriting being ugly.
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Every time when handing in homework or taking exams, Teacher Pan always felt that Wang Ling's handwriting was as if it were printed out. Every word was square and regular...
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The last summer assignment is to write a report.
This is also an assignment assigned by every class teacher. It must be completed, and it is also a bonus item when you graduate.
Wang Ling actually doesn't care if he adds points or not, but if he doesn't write this report, points will be deducted...
The topic of the report: "My Classmates".
Requirement: After half a semester of getting along, you must have known and understood your classmates. Please write an evaluation of no less than 800 words for each of the five most familiar classmates in the class, and talk about your relationship with that classmate.
Stories about how the classmates got to know each other and how they got along (no falsification is allowed, the story needs to be true and false, and you can complain, but no insulting words are allowed.)
"..."
kindness……
Wang Ling searched the homework requirements assigned by Teacher Pan in his mind, and felt a sense of long-lost melancholy in his heart.
An 800-word essay is actually not much...but to write five articles, it is a bit much!
The key is that we can't let the pen and eraser do the work for us. These two monsters are mechanized writing. Wang Ling remembered the essay he wrote for himself with the pen. The Chinese teacher commented below: Why don't you write "Good Calligraphy is Good"
Copy it from "The Complete Collection of Classic Sentences"?
So, that assignment... the Chinese teacher gave me a low grade.
The disadvantage of mechanical writing is that there is no emotion in what is written, and the traces of copying the selected compositions are too serious.
This report should be written as a true story.
Wang Ling felt that he needed at least a deeper understanding of the five people before he could write.
And when it comes to the five people with whom I have the deepest connections in the class.
Chen Chao, Guo Erdan, Lin Xiaoyu, Xiaohuahua and actually the author doesn’t know who this is but still has not forgotten Sun Rong...
Of the five people, four of them were put on his "Beware of Strictly" list at the beginning of the school year.
Now in the blink of an eye, half the semester has passed.
"Time flies so fast..." Wang Ling murmured unconsciously.
Only half a semester has passed since he wrote more than nine hundred chapters. In fact, Wang Ling didn't know how many chapters it would take for the author to finish writing until he graduates from high school... No, maybe he should ask how many days it would take for him to finish.
After all, this shameless and shameless author only updates one chapter every day.
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Every time he thought of this, Wang Ling couldn't help but take a deep breath.
He calmed himself down, then opened his eyes. When the golden petals bloomed in his pupils, Wang Tong's pupil power had been fully released.
A ray of light penetrated into the void and opened up a period of past history. He was retrieving memories about Chen Chao.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Ling had arrived at a sea of stars from his desk. This was the memory space that Wang Tong penetrated into, and all around him at the moment were fragments of memories about Chen Chao.
He stretched out his hand and grasped a fragment in his palm...
A memory that did not belong to Wang Ling suddenly appeared in his mind.
All kinds of memories and scenes appear on the paper like old photos.
4383 years...
When Chen Chao was 3 years old, he could already remember things.
The Chen family runs a martial arts gym, and Chen's father is the director of the martial arts gym.
One night in late December, the weather in Songhai City suddenly turned cold, and the biting cold wind accompanied the falling snowflakes.
When Chen Chao woke up, a thick layer had already accumulated outside.
The sky was dim and bright, and the world outside was covered with snow. The faint light from the clouds shone on the snowflakes, causing Chen Chao to open his eyes with some discomfort.
In fact, it was just before six o'clock.
That night, Chen Chao slept in his home gym.
When I opened my eyes, there was already the sound of hammering wooden pegs outside the door.
In the courtyard in front of the gym, Father Chen has arranged some martial arts training equipment here.
Although three-year-old Chen Chao cannot fully understand how to use these equipment, he knows that if he wants to become stronger, he must deal with these equipment every day.
In the courtyard, Dad Chen's upper body was bare, showing his strong muscles, and his bare feet were fighting with wooden mannequins in the courtyard.
He stretched out his fist, and then quickly retracted it as fast as a viper. Chen Chao's eyes were completely blind, and it was so difficult to even catch the shadow of the fist.
Letting Chen Chao live in the martial arts hall was deliberate by Chen's father. The Chen family has been practicing ancient martial arts for generations. In this era of national cultivation, physical skills are still an indispensable part.
But now, more and more children would rather be a master who shoots fireballs from behind, than be a man who charges forward with superb physical skills.
In Dad Chen's opinion, a real man should step forward and charge forward! Instead of just sitting back and casting spells.
Seeing Chen Chao regaining consciousness, Father Chen knew that his time had come. He completely lowered his breath and spit out a stream of white air from his mouth. The white air was as long as a flying dragon spitting snow, and it actually sprayed out more than ten meters away.
Chen Chao opened his mouth in surprise.
"Want to learn, kid?" Father Chen looked at Chen Chao.
"Think!" Chen Chao was already infected.
"Good boy!" Father Chen touched Chen Chao's round little head, picked him up from the inner room, and brought him to an old locust tree.
Dad Chen: "Go, kid."
Chen Chao: "???"
Dad Chen: "If you want to practice martial arts, first pull out the tree. From today on, you will use your hands to pull out the bark of the tree. Until the tree is bare."