"Prefect Fang, it's not that I don't want to accept it," Teacher Zhang shook his head and sighed, "It's true that there are already too many demon kings in my class. If you give me another one, I really can't bear it. Look at my white hair, it looks like a bastard
The grass is growing like crazy, and the blood pressure keeps soaring..." Teacher Zhang said, took out the essential oil and wiped it on his forehead, looking as if he was about to die young.
It is now September, and the class he leads has been promoted from the second grade to the third grade. There are eight classes in the third grade. The sixth class he teaches cannot be said to be holding back, it can only be said that it is almost pulling down the pants.
What a sin. He has been teaching for many years. What kind of difficult students have he never seen?
But this time, he really couldn't lead the class. As a teacher, he couldn't say that the entire class was garbage. He could only say euphemistically that this was a group of geniuses who were good at studying and only studied for low scores.
With a benevolent smile on his round face, Superintendent Fang comforted him: "Teacher Zhang, I know how hard you are working, but you are already like this in Class 6. One more is not more, and one less is not more."
,Yes or no?
We can't let him go to another class, our Shengye High School is still looking forward to producing some important lines this year."
He patted Teacher Zhang on the shoulder, "Besides, this is what the principal meant. Yu Wenhuang has already registered for admission and will come to register tomorrow. Don't worry, I have seen this child. He is very well-behaved. And you think,
He is younger than the senior high school kids and can jump to senior high school, so he must not be mediocre."
Teacher Zhang raised his report card tremblingly, feeling that his white hair was growing again, "Yes, he is not a mediocre person, he still has scores after all, they are all single digits, and those who take the single digit test are also technical
Alive."
Prefect Fang said sincerely: "We always say that teaching should not pay too much attention to scores, but should pay attention to morality, intelligence, physical beauty...well, intelligence should not be paid too much attention."
After all, being able to get such a score has nothing to do with the word intelligence. It's not even very lucky. Even if you get correct on a few multiple-choice questions, it won't be in the single digits.
Teacher Zhang looked at him, "Since Prefect Fang has such high praise for this classmate Yu Wenhuang, why not let him go to your class?"
Prefect Fang smiled and pushed up his glasses that shone with wisdom, "I actually don't care, but the principal means that he should go to Class 6."
Teacher Zhang slumped his shoulders and accepted his fate.
"That's right, I'll treat you to dinner tonight."
When Supervisor Fang saw his expression, he knew that the task was completed, and he secretly said yes in his heart.
"Prefect Fang, I really don't understand. How did Yu Wenhuang get into our high school with such a low score?
Our admission score is 350 points."
Teacher Zhang asked after accepting his fate.
Prefect Fang said: "The admission threshold was only mentioned in the first year of high school. Now he is in the third year of high school. He has transferred here. If he transfers, he can afford the tuition."
In other words, he was kicked out by another school, but the information did not say which school he was kicked out from. Yes, no one is willing to admit that this student once studied in our school.
Shengye High School has the most expensive tuition fees among the private schools in Guangzhou. Because the admission score is relatively low, many private high schools have scores of more than 400. Shengye High School has a score of 350. It stands out from the crowd and has suddenly become a gathering place for poor students.
Among them, Shengye High School is famous in the entire high school world for its Class 3 and Class 6. High schools also have a chain of contempt. Shengye High School is despised by the whole school, and Class 6 is despised by the whole school, because up to now, there is no one in their class.
People can reach the passing level in all subjects.
Such scores in cultural subjects are even worse than those of art students. As early as the first year of high school, those with poor grades were mobilized to become art students. They stubbornly insisted on liberal arts, so the school dismissed this group of students who insisted not to transfer to art students.
The scumbags form a class of their own, euphemistically called an experimental class, but in fact they are just a mixed bag of scumbags.
That is the famous Class 3 and 6 of Senior High School.
The head teacher, Zhang Media, nicknamed Zhang Bad Luck, is a senior teacher with 18 years of experience.
He clung to this resume, and Yu Wenhuang suddenly felt as if locusts were passing through.
Juya Community is a duplex on the highest floor of the community. The Yuan family just moved here. Opposite is Shengye High School, very close to it.
It was Professor Yuan who insisted on moving here. His grandson was younger than the senior students in high school, and he heard that this place was a gathering place for bad students. There were many incidents of school bullying in the news. He had to watch his grandson up close.
"I don't think you should enter this school."
Yuan's mother sighed, her family were all top academics, her daughter Yuan Qingling and her son Yuan Qingzhou had been students in the top classes since childhood, she was really not used to it.
"Grandma, I think this school is pretty good. It's close to my brother's school."
Qixi Road.
This is the school he chose. Not far away is Huasheng Private High School. The admission score is 600 points, so you don't have to be rich to get into it.
Huasheng High School is famous for its science subjects, with a repeat rate of 50%, which is quite remarkable among private high schools.
If Coke wants to go into aerospace, he must enter a good school.
As for Qixi, who wanted to be a director, he was interested in the art class of Shengye High School, but only the experimental class accepted him, so it didn't matter. The experimental class was usually the best class in the grade and focused on training.
"What a tragedy!"
Yuan Qingzhou looked at the computer and frowned, "Qixi's scores were wrongly entered. They were all in single digits."
"Isn't it?
How can I get into single digits?”
Professor Yuan walked over and took a look. Sure enough, they were all single digits followed by a decimal point. "You are too unreliable, aren't you?"
"I didn't print it, I wrote the numbers and called my assistant P."
Yuan Qingzhou pulled out a piece of paper and saw 85, 75, etc. written on it. There was something that looked like a decimal point in the middle, but that was not a decimal point. This was an electrocardiogram paper, and that was the point of the electrocardiogram.
"I opened her door when I got back. I was not taking things seriously."
"The road bureau is so awesome, can you get this score?"
Mother Yuan was very shocked.
"Transferring to another school is not the admission line."
Yuan Qingzhou turned around and patted Qixi on the shoulder, "Boy, go in and give them a surprise."
Qixi had just had his hair cut. He was not yet fifteen years old, and he was as tall as his uncle, with long legs, handsome, sunny, and handsome. He was many times more outstanding than many young stars.
Yuan Qingzhou looked at him, feeling so relieved.
On September 3rd, more than a month after the start of the third year of high school, Qixi Yuwenhuang stepped into the gate of Shengye High School. The school is a boarding school. Yesterday, his uncle helped move the boarding stuff here, and today he officially came to report.
He first went to the teacher's office and knocked on the door, "Hello, Teacher Zhang!"
Zhang Media raised his head and saw a handsome young man standing at the door. His eyebrows were so exquisite and so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes away. He couldn't help but be startled, "Who are you?"
"Teacher, my name is Yu Wenhuang, and I'm here to report on the first day today."
Yu Wenhuang bowed to Teacher Zhang.
Teacher Zhang’s mouth is half-open. Is he the digit plus the decimal point?
Why is it different from what you imagined?
What a well-behaved and handsome child this looks like.
But after many years of teaching, he is well aware of the fact that people cannot be judged by their appearance. Who knows how much destructive power lies behind the seemingly gentle appearance?