Chapter 689 How many full marks? (The month of May
After hearing the heated discussion among her classmates about Renzi No. 13, Li Xueyo, who always likes to be transparent when there are many people, couldn't help but take the initiative to recall the situation in the Renzihao examination room.
It's a pity that after recalling it for a while, she gave up. She was a little face-blind and couldn't remember people at all.
After taking the exam for three days, Li Xueyou only remembered the appearance of Brother Ziyu, Brother Shulin, and a certain annoying candidate in the next seat who often peeked at her test paper in the examination room.
This powerful Renzi No. 13 should have been brushed aside by her and ignored, but at that time she could not have imagined that there was actually a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and it was so powerful that it could alarm two art masters... Li Xueyou predicted that after the scandal about the re-examination spreads out and the truth comes to light, Red Fish will drag her to another school to watch the No. .
After all, they are still young people after all, and they are under the Confucian school management that values academics. Young girls are still admiring students. Students who have high scores and are favored by the gentlemen will always be their classmates wherever they go. They are the focus of attention, and every move is followed by them...
The scattered discussions in Jingchen Hall paused. The sun outside the window gradually climbed up to three poles. The paper editing was coming to an end. Just when the storm of Renzi No. 13 gradually subsided, several more art teachers came to Jingchen. Chentang.
"This is the corrected music and art test paper."
Mr. Si, who was blind, walked in with the support of the book boy and placed the music and art examination paper on Meng Zhengjun's case...
"Mr. Si, just send the boy to see him off. There is no need to make an extra trip." At the door, Meng Zhengjun straightened his face and stood up to help Si Wuxie.
The blind musician smiled and waved his hands, and said warmly: "It's okay. I've been sitting for too long. It's good for me to go out and walk more. Later, I and some friends are going to visit the Lingjing Pavilion outside the city. I won't stay with you today. Everyone, please forgive me."
"Nothing. Just leave the test papers to the students' grades. Mr. Si doesn't have to worry about it." Meng Zhengjun shook his head, stood up and sent Si Wuxie to the door.
When he reached the door, the musician, who was highly respected by the gentlemen, suddenly stopped and turned around, "That's right."
He raised his hand and pointed to the music art test paper on the table. The familiar prelude made everyone have a premonition of something. They suddenly mentioned it in their hearts, and a certain candidate number reappeared in their mind. Could it be...
"I gave full marks to one of the papers. I just couldn't help it. I was told by Mr. Meng before to be careful about giving full marks. It shouldn't matter..." Mr. Si asked softly.
Meng Zhengjun shook his head, "Nothing, I believe Mr. Si has his own discretion."
Mr. Si laughed and said: "That's good. In fact, this is the only perfect test paper. I really like it."
The female student named Brother Yueshu couldn't help but interrupt: "Mr. Si, what is the exam room number for this perfect score paper?" She sounded expectantly.
In fact, she also served as Duan Jiuling, and Su Changfeng, Xiao Hongyu and other teachers and students asked about their expectations at this time.
Si Wuxie, who was interrupted, was not annoyed. He turned around and gave an answer with a smile: "Geng Zi Chang. If my guess is correct, it should be the fingering and musical habits of Senior Yu from Sui Xing Hall. This time the big test is about It’s Yiqi Juechen, you have to work hard.”
After saying that, the blind musician waited for a while, but no one said anything. He was a little surprised, but he didn't look blaming. He turned around and left with a polite word.
After he left, everyone in the school came to their senses. Several female students laughed and shook their heads, secretly laughing at themselves for being naive and overthinking. How could it be such a coincidence? It was Ren Zi No. 13 again, who had already learned two arts steadily.
It’s a perfect score, but if there is another musical skill, it would be a bit scary.
You must know that Yu Huaijin, who has been ranked first in the school in the past, had the best score in three subjects with full marks, and the other four subjects were close to full marks. The gentlemen corrected the papers very harshly, and getting full marks was really a hellish difficulty.
In addition to absolute strength, you also need a bit of luck, such as matching the taste of Mr. Kaijuan.
Meng Zhengjun glanced at the people who had relaxed and said nothing. He walked back to the table and directed several female students, including Xiao Hongyuyu and Li Xueyou, to register their music scores.
"Let me just say, Huai Jin is the dominant one in music and arts. Who in the whole school doesn't know this? How could that Renzi Thirteen be so scary and get perfect scores in all three subjects, the same as Huai Jin at his peak...
" Xiao Hongyu was sorting out the test papers and said with a smile to several female students from other schools. She had been feeling aggrieved for so long, and now she has finally regained some face for her Suixing Hall.
Just as Li Xueyou and the other girls were about to respond, a handsome and elegant middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly appeared in the lobby. His hair was all silver and he wore a black Confucian crown. I don’t know how he appeared at the door quietly.
There were no steps, and by the time someone in the hall reacted, the handsome silver-haired Confucian scholar had already strode to the table where Li Xueyou and other female students were sitting.
"The correction is finished, Xueyou, help me get a score. I have something to do and I have to go." He casually threw the chess test paper on the table, without looking at the others, and pointed at the paper towards Li Xueyou.
"Oh, okay, Uncle Qi...Mr. Qi." Li Xueyao was stunned and quickly took the stack of neatly marked test papers.
Mr. Qi, who had no time to spare from his busy schedule, asked directly: "Are you from the Renzihao examination center?"
Li Xueyou nodded, "Yes, sir, how do you know?"
There were many people in the lobby, so Mr. Qi didn't knock the stupid girl on the head. He tapped his Confucian crown with his index finger: "There are more than 300 chess volumes, only two full score volumes, and they are both in Renzi Field, respectively.
It’s the number seven with the character Ren, and the number thirty-three with the character Ren.”
Li Xueyou whispered: "I am Renzi Qihao."
Mr. Qi nodded: "Then, Ren Zi No. 13 is very good. This time you are not the only one, and others are not as close to the water as you. Well, Ren Zi No. 13... Let's get to know each other next time in class."
After the silver-haired gentleman finished speaking, he turned his head and cupped his hands towards his colleagues, and then left, Lei Fengli Xingxing.
However, he left so quickly that he left behind a silent hall.
Everyone was silent.
It was another perfect score.
Xiao Hongyu murmured in a low voice, "The word Ren is thirty-three...three perfect marks." The other female students also looked at her in surprise.
Many gentlemen looked at each other and smiled, feeling more and more surprised and amused, and curious about the identity of this number 13.
However, contrary to others, Zhu Yourong had lost interest. She just listened to other people's heated discussions and did not participate. She felt a little depressed for no reason.
Because of comparison.
As the saying goes, happiness comes from contrast, well, so does unhappiness.
In other words, it would have been better if this unparalleled Renzi No. 13 hadn't appeared...
"They were all taken in the Renzihao examination room..." Looking out the window for too long, the black hair on the temples fell down, covering half of the female gentleman's face.
In the final analysis, no matter how indifferent and tranquil one appears, it is not a matter of fame.
No matter how much I believe I can give him, I don't ask him for anything in return.
But what woman in the world doesn't want her...her "little junior brother" to be able to ride unparalleled and amaze everyone with her skills? Be the most glorious one in the crowd and look back at her with a smile.
Although most women just think about it...
Zhu Yourong rubbed his cheeks and smiled again.
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PS: Ahem, the third update in May has been completed~ It’s the beginning of the month, so why don’t Xiaorong set another flag:
Before the 12th, if Sword Girl can have 800 monthly tickets, she will add three more updates!