Han Yuanfang's deskmate was named Han Dongmei, and the two little girls held hands and ran to the toilet.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. My cousin said that the city's exams are very difficult. What should I do?"
"Just answer with peace of mind, don't think too much."
"Of course you are not afraid, you study so well."
Ten minutes after class ends, more than a hundred children in the school come to use the toilet. If they are slow, they have to wait.
The two of them ran over. After solving the problem, they went to wash their hands, shaking off the water on their hands as they walked.
"I don't want to go into the classroom and have exams all day long."
"You don't want to go to school?"
Han Dongmei shook her head, "I don't know. I feel sleepy just by reading."
"Don't you feel tired from working in the fields?"
"I'm tired. I don't like working the most."
"But if you don't go to school, you have to go to work."
Han Dongmei stopped talking. The teacher has said this many times, but what should I do if I really can't stand the book?
When the two returned to the classroom, the teacher had asked them to open their desks. It seemed that this exam was quite formal.
Han Yuanfang sat down. She was not under much pressure to take the math test, but she was afraid of the Chinese test. She had no impression of the ancient poems and the passages that were required to be memorized.
Fortunately, I have the ability to have a photographic memory, which gives me convenience and confidence.
After clearing her desk, she stared at her pencil case. She had already seen the school supplies of all the classmates, and none of them were better than what she was using now.
It can be seen from the little things that Han Laoer and his wife love Han Yuanfang.
The bell was still ringing to signal the start of class. The twenty-six children in his class were all staring nervously at the teacher.
They are all nervous. They are in sixth grade and will take the junior high school entrance examination soon. The teacher talks seriously every day. They are very afraid of the junior high school entrance examination.
The teacher came in with papers in his arms, followed by their natural teacher. He wanted two teachers to supervise the exam? Now the students became even more nervous.
Han Yuanfang felt that her palms were sweating. She didn't expect that she would have the experience of retaking the exam.
After the paper was handed out, she wrote her name and class.
I took a rough look at it and found it to be okay, probably not too bad.
The teacher stood on the podium and looked at the nervous little faces below. This was the effect she wanted, which was to let the children experience the atmosphere of the exam.
In fact, it had only been a month since the sixth grade had started, and the main exams were mostly from the fifth grade, and there were some things that had not been taught in the sixth grade, but she would not tell the children.
"Okay, now you can answer the paper. Do you all know my requirements?"
The students responded in unison.
Han Yuanfang focused all her attention on the test paper. To be honest, she could still do the sixth-grade mathematics in the 1980s.
I'm just not sure about the conceptual questions, but fortunately it's just about choice and judgment.
When people are concentrating, they feel that time passes very fast. After she put down her pen, she raised her head and saw that most of the classmates around her were still writing.
I don’t know the time, but it’s probably going to be soon.
I have checked it twice, and there is nothing to check again. If it is correct, it will not go wrong, but if it is not sure, it is still not sure.
Han Yuanfang thought for a while, and decided to hand in the paper in advance and go out to practice. Read at least the new words and read as many of the texts as you can.
She also knew that she had just finished the second unit, and most of the many questions must be from fifth grade.
She didn't bring any fifth-grade books, and she can't borrow them from her teacher now, so she can read as many as she can.
She stood up with her Chinese books and papers in hand.
All the classmates glanced at her, feeling quite embarrassed to receive such attention.
He walked to the podium with his head lowered and put the papers on the table. He didn't dare to look at the teacher, so he went out with his head lowered.
She was still thinking that she was scared when she saw the teacher.
After leaving the classroom, there is a half-meter-high flower bed outside.
She remembered that girls used to sit here and play with (chua) a lot. It was the bone at the joint on the hoof of a pig or sheep.
Sitting on the flower bed, I took my Chinese language book and started reading.
Han Yuanfang has an advantage that many people don't have, that is, she can quickly concentrate on whatever she is doing.
She didn't put away her Chinese books until the bell rang, indicating that get out of class was over.
She looked at a group of male classmates who rushed out of the classroom first.
After a while, Han Dongmei also came out, and she sat next to Han Yuanfang with a grimace.
"Yuanfang, now I'm doomed. Passing is a problem. Less than half of the paper is something I haven't studied before. I'm especially afraid of the last two application questions. I didn't write them and I can't do them."
Han Yuanfang didn't know how to comfort her deskmate, but she didn't like to talk before. Even if she didn't answer, Han Dongmei wouldn't be angry.
"Yuanfang, you handed in the paper so quickly, but I saw our senior classmate kept looking down."
"I didn't know what to do even after I finished the examination. I was afraid of the Chinese test, so I thought I might as well go out and read the Chinese booklet."
"Hey, you study well, but you still don't know what to do, what should I do? Go, go to the toilet, come back and take the exam. You can't do it without making both sides of my dough burnt." Han Dongmei sighed.
Han Yuanfang accompanied her deskmate to the toilet. As soon as they sat down after returning, the bell rang again.
Han Yuanfang looked at the last few male students who came in. They were really energetic. The head teacher came in behind them and glared at them.
The Chinese course began, and after handing out the papers, Han Yuanfang read them again.
She has a habit of writing essays first.
The topic is my favorite. The first thing Han Yuanfang thought of was her parents, but she didn’t want to be pitied by the teacher and give high marks because of this, so she wrote about my favorite cat.
You can feel it as soon as you pick up the pen. The composition requirement for sixth grade is 400 words, which is not a problem for Han Yuanfang, who has an adult soul.
I didn't check for typos and hurriedly answered the previous questions.
The teacher still knew the habits of every child. She stood next to Han Yuanfang and watched her write the essay. She sighed in her heart that there was nothing outstanding about this essay, but it was better than coherence and the two subplots were vividly described.
Watching her answer the previous questions, I felt in my heart that it is great to be strong after such a big blow.
I didn’t hand in my Chinese paper early, so I checked it twice and the get out of class ended.
There are four classes in the morning, including a calligraphy class and a physical education class.
However, after the second class, the whole school had to do exercises. The sports committee organized everyone to line up at the door of the class. Han Yuanfang was of medium height and lined up in the middle. The sports committee was on one side of the line and followed the fifth grade class 3 in front of them to run to the playground.
The school in their village is quite good. The playground track is 400 meters long, and all students in the school have to run three laps.
Han Yuanfang followed the team. After one lap, she felt a little powerless, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted.
