Fortunately, he is not second to last in the class!
Of course, Xia Tian also knows this ranking even if he doesn't say it!
Because, on the first day of make-up classes, Xia Tian directly said that the goals for the midterm exam should be set first.
He looked at Xia Tian with a confused look on his face, and suppressed the words that he almost blurted out, "Why do we need to set goals? Is setting goals useful? If he sets the goal to be number one in the class, can he achieve it?"
Xia Tian glanced at him, turned the English textbook to the last few pages, and flipped it on the table. While flipping, he said: "Don't think about first place. First place is not that simple. First, pass all subjects."
Now, let’s talk about other things!”
Xia Yang was slightly startled, passed?
Xia Tian actually knows!
He failed in English! He failed in mathematics! He actually just passed the passing mark in Chinese!
As for the history, politics and geography, he had never read them carefully at all, and had not even flipped through the books. He just wrote them casually based on a few sentences he heard occasionally when he turned over and changed his posture while sleeping in class!
Naturally, it’s not as good as it could be!
If he passes, he can still rank forty-seventh in the class!
He originally wanted to break the jar, but that would disgrace his mother, so she would probably have to transfer him to another school and let him go back to Zhujiacun.
Who would have known that Mother, as if nothing was wrong, didn't ask about his grades!
It seems that he never cares about his grades, as long as he studies in Jingyun No. 1 Middle School?
He originally thought that he could just hang around like that, but the eyes of his head teacher, Mr. Chen, stung him. What also stung him were the miserable looks of his classmates, and a few who thought they had good grades and passed 89 in the exam.
Many people walked past him proudly while collecting their homework.
My deskmate shouted: "Our homework hasn't been finished yet."
The English department representative holding the homework book glanced at his deskmate: "You write slowly and send it to yourself after you finish. I don't have time to wait for you."
Just because my deskmate’s homework book is full of “X”s every time!
The same goes for him, either all of them are "X", or almost half of them are "X"!
Seeing the figure of the English department representative walking out of the front door of the classroom arrogantly, his heart skipped a beat.
After the monthly exam results came out, the classroom seemed to be suddenly divided into three, six, and nine grades consciously or unconsciously. The girls at the front generally had better grades, and they themselves didn't bother to talk to boys!
The shorter boys sitting in the middle generally have better grades than the taller boys like them, so naturally they don't want to talk to them!
Even in the dormitory, he seemed to have suddenly discovered a problem. In the dormitory where he and his deskmate lived, the grades were actually at the bottom?!
The circle he is in is full of underachievers??
Suddenly I remembered that sentence I didn’t know where I saw. Maybe I heard my mother once say, the current situation and level of the five or six people around you are your level!
So, now he is a real underachiever!
Looking out through the balcony on the second floor, Xia Yang's heart boiled like boiling water!
In the beginning, he really wanted to have fun!
He had managed to get through this semester, but at this moment, he felt uncomfortable in his heart! He was indescribably upset and uncomfortable!
Just now when he was passing by the bathroom of the teaching building, he heard someone talking loudly about the results of the exam.
In those discussions, he heard some proud scores!
Eighty-five, ninety, ninety-five!
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at those people.
But those people walked out laughing, hugging each other and playing around, without even throwing a single glance at him, and walked straight downstairs.
He looked at the people walking downstairs and couldn't help but be startled. Are these people from the sixth floor? They actually ran to their second floor to use the bathroom?
Really good at playing!
"What are you looking at?" The fat guy at the same table took a few steps, came back, patted Xia Yang on the shoulder, and followed his line of sight and glanced downstairs twice, "Hey, it's them!"
"Do you know him?" Hearing this, Xia Yang looked at the fat man at the same table.
"It's not like we know each other," the fat man at the same table laughed, and glanced at the few people downstairs who could no longer see clearly, "Alumni from elementary school, those with good grades, are now in elite classes."
Xia Yang blinked and looked at the fat guy at the same table with a surprised expression on his face: "Alumni?"
I really can’t tell that the little fat guy also has elite alumni?
He thought that the little fat man was just like him, having been forced into the school from some unknown and remote school!
"Which elementary school did you go to before?" Xia Yang glanced at the person coming downstairs, turned to the fat boy at the same table, and waved, "Let's go back to the classroom."
After saying that, he raised his feet and walked straight towards the classroom.
"okay!"
The fat guy at the same table, P, followed him in a jittery manner, and his fat body trembled as he walked by.
"tell me the story."
Xia Yang leaned against the wall and waved to the fat guy at the same table who was following him, "Which elementary school did your classmates come from? Did they have good grades?"
"I'm from the primary school affiliated to Jingyun No. 1 Middle School!"
The fat guy at the same table started talking before he even sat down.
Xia Yang's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the fat boy at the same table, Jingyun No. 1 Middle School Affiliated Primary School???
Is this Jingyun No. 1 Middle School’s own elementary school?
As if he noticed Xia Yang's confusion, the fat man at the same table sat down and smiled: "This is the elementary school of our Jingyun No. 1 Middle School. Most of the junior high schools here are directly promoted from the attached primary school."
Xia Yang raised his hand and scratched his head, mostly?
What a coincidence, he is another exception! Another small part besides the majority!
"What about the other part?" Xia Yang smacked his mouth and looked towards the front and left of the classroom.
"There are also some who passed the exam from other primary schools."
The fat man at the same table rubbed his hands, came closer, and lowered his voice, "Of course, among these people, I heard that some of them are people with backgrounds and connections."
Xia Yang was slightly startled and looked steadily at the little fat man.
What do these last words mean?
Does it matter if it has a background?
What is his background and connections? He was just dragged in by his mother.
"I'm telling you," the little fat man came over, "I've heard that those who have a related background but don't have very good grades, or those who took exams from foreign schools and didn't have very good grades, basically all of them are in
We have these parallel classes, and almost all of the elite classes have good grades, and they are ranked according to their grades with direct promotion."
Xia Yang couldn't help but feel guilty for a while: "What about you?"
What the little fat guy said makes sense!
He is the one with bad grades and no background!
"Me?" The little fat man breathed a heavy sigh of relief, "Hey, don't mention it. If you mention it, it will make you cry!"
Xia Yang's eyes trembled. Could it be that the little fat man had a self-righteous mother just like him?
Thinking of his mother, Xia Yang couldn't help but feel that the past was unbearable to look back on, and he shed tears of sadness whenever he mentioned it!