Changshen teachers corrected the papers overnight.
Early the next morning, we gathered in the office and started discussing.
"I corrected a perfect score paper in mathematics yesterday, can you believe it?"
"I also got a perfect score! English!"
"What do you think this means? I have perfect scores in physics. Every question and symbol is correct! The paper is clean and the handwriting is beautiful. It is unruly and wild."
"Yes, yes, I was just about to say this student's word!"
"We won't change the ones of the same person, right?"
The teachers seemed a little excited.
An aristocratic college like Changshen is very strict in all aspects. For the sake of fairness and justice, when the teachers correct the papers, their name information will be sealed. After the corrections are completed, they will be issued by the teaching and disciplinary class.
So they don’t know which class and student’s test paper they are correcting.
But the most eye-catching thing about yesterday's test paper was the perfect score.
Everyone is guessing whose paper this is.
In school, there are only a few students with the best grades, and most of them are in Class 1.
"They are all perfect scores? Are you a student in Class 1?"
Deng Zhen walked into the office holding a stack of papers, listening to the discussions of several teachers, her face looked unhappy.
She teaches the worst class in the senior year of high school. She has perfect scores and first place. It is absolutely impossible for her to appear in her class.
Normally she is fine, but when it comes to exams, she feels inferior.
Everyone was praising the top students in their own class and other classes, bragging about each other. She was the only one who would praise the last class. She couldn't even brag about it.
She looked at the stack of papers in her hand and felt quite irritable.
After sitting in her seat, she flipped through the pages at random. Seeing the scores that were all hovering on the edge of the passing line, she felt even more depressed. She simply got up and went to the class.
As soon as she left, several other teachers in the office winked.
"Looking at her like that, who owes her anything?"
"I can only teach bad classes because I am not good enough, and I will lose face as soon as the test results come out."
"Whether she's good or bad in the class depends on whether the teacher teaches her well. With her character of hating the poor and loving the rich, even good students have to be taught by her. Do you remember the female classmate with the scar on her face last time?
One sentence made her face turn blue."
"Teacher Zhu from Class 2 did the right thing and asked Jian Yichen to go to Class 7 to treat her."
As several people were talking, the phone on Deng Zhen's desk rang.
One of the teachers went up to answer the call and pressed the speakerphone.
I heard Dean Zhou’s faintly laughing voice:
"Teacher Deng, congratulations."
"Dean?" The teacher who answered the phone was stunned and looked at each other with several other teachers.
Congratulations for what?
"Dean, Teacher Deng has gone to the classroom."
On the other end of the phone, Dean Zhou smiled and said, "That's it, it's okay. I'm just here to congratulate her on having the top grader in her class. Oh, by the way, please remind her that the exam paper for the top grader is here.
At the bottom, don’t get it damaged.”
There was shock in the office.
And the other side.
Deng Zhen walked into the class holding the stack of test papers. Her face was darker than the bottom of a pot and her expression was colder than ice cubes.
The originally lively classroom suddenly fell silent, and the students who were laughing and playing quickly returned to their seats and sat down.
As class approaches, most of the students are already in the classroom, and only one seat is empty.
Deng Zhen glanced at it and her face became darker.
"Class will start soon. Are you guys having fun playing around here?"
She scolded coldly, her voice full of anger.
The students below looked at each other and already guessed that the results of the final exam were not satisfactory, so Deng Zhen took the opportunity to vent.
In the past, every time there were exams, big or small, if Class 7 was at the bottom, Deng Zhen would get angry and punish them.
But after all, students who can enter aristocratic colleges are different from ordinary students in ordinary schools.
In particular, there are many bad students in Class 7 who have poor grades and are idle.
How can I be intimidated by her?
A boy in the back row responded fearlessly, "Isn't this class not yet started!"
At this time, Deng Zhen was even more furious, "What's the matter before class starts? Look at Class 1 and Class 2, they are studying before the bell rings. What about you?! Have you read yesterday's homework and today's review content? You will know
Play!"
The boy curled his lips and shut up. But looking at his expression, it was obvious that he was still dissatisfied.
Just then.
A slender figure appeared in the corridor, walking in a leisurely pace.
The moment she stepped through the classroom door.
Jingle bell——
The bell rings.
In the classroom, Jian Yichen and Meng Feiyu looked at each other: "She is really cruel. Step on the little fairy."
This is the nickname Meng Feiyu gave Chi Zaoqi. It has no other meaning but admiration.
After all, being able to tell the time so accurately is a skill.
But some people can't stand it.
"Stop!" Deng Zhen shouted sharply.
Chi Zao paused and stopped at the door.
Because of the increased daily tasks, Chi Zao ran two more laps this morning, and now her physical strength is only 40%. When she walked into the classroom, she was looking at the system mall and didn't pay attention to anything else. It wasn't until this moment that she discovered the classroom.
There's an unusual atmosphere here.
However, after Deng Zhen drank it, she deliberately left Chi Zao next to her.
He didn't let her out, nor did he ask her to come in.
Instead, he turned his head, looked at the classmates below, and said in a cold voice: "Let me tell you, the college entrance examination will be in two months. Do you know what your grades will be? Yes, most of your families are rich and powerful, maybe not
I’m worried about a way out. But in our school, we all have family backgrounds and backgrounds. Why can they study hard and do so well in exams? What’s more, there are people in our class who are poor, have no money and have no power, and they are just hanging around."
"I don't know why we in Class 7 are all students like this. They are either uneducated, get into fights, or act weird and weird. They are not active in school and spread scandals. Don't think that just entering the classroom is okay.
It’s considered late! Students like this will only become servants who are of no use to society after leaving school!”
Deng Zhen was also very angry.
I was even more anxious because of the feeling of being inferior after taking exams all these years.
As soon as these words came out, many people in the classroom were dissatisfied.
And the last sentence is even more obvious.
I’m not talking about who else Chi Zao could be.
Jian Yichen frowned and was about to speak.
Chi Zao, who was standing at the door, took the lead, raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "According to Teacher Deng, if someone like me is from a poor family and has no good grades, will he not be able to survive?"
The laughter was light and tinged with sarcasm.
This is not the first time Chi Zao has "talked back".
This is not the first time he has "talked back" in front of so many people.
But this is the time when his voice is the lightest and his words are the sharpest.
And it was so obvious that he was going against Deng Zhen.
Deng Zhen's expression suddenly changed, and the students below also looked at her in surprise.
