In the office, there was only the sound of paper turning.
After a while, there was no sound of paper turning, because -
"Teacher Su, your class is cheating!" The person who spoke was the head teacher of Class 7.
These words are amazing and partially exaggerated, but the praise is real. The progress of Class 13 this time is not a small matter. The average Chinese score soars fifteen points, and other subjects have also made 5 to tens of progress.
But the average score is a bit different from other classes, but the progress is amazing.
This progress is not obvious in a single subject, but in terms of total score, it is the average improvement of each person in Class 13 has been around 60, and this is only improved by one month of hard work.
Although the teachers knew in their hearts that this was because the foundation of Class 13 was too poor, and everyone knew that the basic scores were improved quickly, it was very difficult to get the entire class to improve the scores.
Among them, Feng Xiulan is the most outstanding. He was the last in the grade and was the last one in the grade. This time he has entered the top 300 in the grade. With this intelligence and perseverance, he will work hard early. 211 is not a dream!
"Xiao Su, is there any trick? It's okay, tell me secretly, I won't tell anyone."
"..." There are eight pairs of ears standing up behind it. This is called secret?!
Tan Zhao was still very satisfied with the freshly released report card. These little bastards shouted "I don't know how to do it" and were still very honest.
"There is no trick here. I'm in my third year of high school, and everyone knows that I've worked hard."
After finally escaping from the office teacher's lemon (?) and congratulations, Tan Zhao walked towards Class 13 with a stack of Chinese test papers and transcripts with pride. His posture was full of wind under his feet.
"It's just class. I never felt that morning self-study was so long."
"Here, come, Teacher Su is here with our transcript!"
...My friend, you complained some time ago that morning self-study was over and it became so fast.
With the expectations of the students in Class 13, Tan Zhao finally walked into the class steadily and brought the door with him.
"Students, you look at the teacher like this, the teacher is so shy." Teacher Su finally couldn't help but keep it in a silence.
"Although you are handsome, teacher--"
"Hurry up!"
Sure enough, when people work hard, their mental states are different. Tan Zhao cleared his throat and said, "Although, I think everyone has a premonition, the teacher still wants to say congratulations to you, each of you has made good progress."
"Oh!"
"My God, I haven't moved this result for hundreds of years!"
"Suddenly I pray for the ranking."
“…”
Hearing this, every student in Class 13 had a sentence in his heart, either happy, sad, or proud. They were assigned to Class 13, which was "abandoned". After more than a year of confusion, they finally
Some people still didn't give up on them.
In fact, many people in the class think that Teacher Su now and Teacher Su before are two different beings, they are clearly the same person, but... well, this is probably the power of handsome guys.
"Okay, okay, sit down, small scenes, our future journey is still long." Tan Zhao casually put the transcript aside, showing that this was just the first step of the Long March.
I have to say that this determined attitude really gave the little boys a shot of heartburn.
With Teacher Su here, they can do everything and rush to the duck~
Seeing the little boys' appearance of being injected with chicken blood, even if Brother Jia's eyebrows were two points of joy, he suddenly remembered something: "Oh by the way, let's congratulate the squad leader Zhao with warm applause.
Jia, won the tenth place in the grade of this monthly exam!"
"Damn it, Brother Jia is awesome!" Xiao Mingming couldn't help but swear.
Jia Ge's small group is a "school tyrant". In fact, there are very few people in the class who rarely deal with it, but everyone dare not say that they are not stingy when they applaud. They are all as happy as a child of 180 kilograms.
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The scene was so lively, it was rare for Brother Jia to be a little "unstable", but fortunately, Brother Jia was a ruthless person, and at this time he stabilized everything with his signature look.
But there was obviously excitement in my eyes, because being able to get into the top ten of No. 3 Middle School means having the opportunity to get into the two top universities in China.
Brother Jia clenched his fists and began to think about his study schedule and whether he had to quit a part-time job.
After praising Brother Jia, Tan Zhao praised Feng Xiulan again, then praised everyone one by one, and then gave everyone a round of clockwork. After sending the Chinese test papers, the bell rang after the get out of class ended.
"Hey? Is it so fast? I still want to hear Teacher Su praise me!" The young classmate in the front row expressed his opinions.
"I also……"
Tan Zhao sorted out his things and said angrily: "It's nothing, and other teachers will praise you."
"But they are not as handsome as Teacher Su."
I was praised by the handsome guys and they could eat an extra bowl of rice at noon.
Teacher Su felt that he was convinced: "Okay, then you keep working hard. Next time the exam, the teacher doesn't mind writing a poem to praise you~"
After saying that, he turned around and left without any mercy amid the little boys' conspiracy.
After Chinese, it is a mathematics class. Although the math teacher is serious, as Tan Zhao said, he is not stingy in praise. Obviously, other teachers also think so.
With praise, encouragement and encouragement, the students in Class 13 suddenly felt that they were... a little stupid.
Originally, there were some people who were complacent and a little arrogant because of their progress, but this wave of "praise" dragged people back to the ground. Even students who were originally "passively studying" also had the consciousness of hard work.
The learning atmosphere of Class 13 is unprecedentedly harmonious.
The inspirational progress of Class 13 has also begun to spread widely in the third grade of high school. This class, which has always been "deprecated", not only has the top ten in the grade, but other poor students have also begun to pursue rankings.
Of course, some people don’t care at all, some people disdain it, but some people are inspired by it. This influence is very positive and positive. The grade director even praised Class 13 at the senior year conference.
No one will dislike sincere praise.
Chang h also likes it, but she... no longer belongs to Class 13. Even though she studied hard this time and had already pulled the ranking back, her heart was still like a big stone.
In her heart, she actually wanted to go back to Class 13.
Once a person has a thought, as long as there is a little nutrient, he can grow up quickly like wild grass. When he gets home on Friday, he often sits at the dining table and looks at the fish head soup specially made for her by his mother, but in the end he can't help it.
He spoke: "Mom, can I... go back to Class 13?"
Chang h's ranking dropped this time has risen again. Chang h's mother was happy and a little dissatisfied. When she heard this, her face instantly pulled down halfway: "What are you going back to do? Play with a group of poor students, do you still want to
Take the college entrance exam! Discard this idea as soon as possible!"
"mom!"
"It's useless to ask me. Drink more soup. This fish head soup is the best for brain-tonifying. You use your brain more, eat more." Chang H's mother scooped a large bowl of soup for her daughter, and her attitude was unquestionable.
"But they are not poor students, they have made great progress this time..."
"What big is that? How big can they be?" After Chang H's mother said, her heart suddenly broke out and suddenly said, "Is that Teacher Xiao Su going to find you? I heard from the parent group of Class 5, now
What kind of study group is very popular for eugenic students to lead poor students? That teacher Xiao Su is still too young. Do you want you to go back and make up for the weak students in that class?"
"Mom! Teacher Su is not that kind of person!"
Chang H's mother urged her daughter to drink soup. When she heard her daughter's words, she felt that she had no chance to run away. No wonder she praised so vigorously that night: "What's not? You were just deceived by his face. What is a teacher so easy to do?
, Teaching students well is the real ability! I tell you, don’t even think about it! Didn’t you hear it!"
"Mom! You look down on people! Teacher Su won't care about me going back. Zhao Jia took the top ten in the grade this time. What am I? Feng Xiulan was the last in the grade and was taught by Teacher Su to the top three hundred in the grade.
Jia Jia has also made a lot of progress. You are not allowed to say that to Teacher Su!" Chang h couldn't help but thrust all the words floating in his throat.
This was just a slap in the face. Chang H's mother's face turned even more ugly and she threw her chopsticks: "You have the nerve to say, the last one is in the top 300, I'll work hard to transfer you to the class
, You have not made any progress at all, but you have also regressed. If you don’t reflect on yourself, you are still anxious to be a slut with your mother! Where have you learned your knowledge!"
"If you can get the top ten in the grade, you ask your mother to kneel down to Teacher Xiao Su, and your mother will go without saying a word!"
After saying harsh words, Chang H's mother ended the unhappy mother-daughter conversation. Chang's father never interfered with his wife's parenting policy and was now sucking the fish head.
"What to eat, look at the good daughter you gave birth to!"
Chang H ran back to his room crying. As for the fish head soup, it turned out to be cold in the end.
For Tan Zhao, the weekend was quite pleasant. Although Feng Shaonian would receive certain "harassment calls" from time to time after he came out of the Feng family's old house, these calls were called care, but they did not take action at all.
I have to say that fortunately it was just verbal, otherwise Young Man Feng might have gone wild again.
"Hey, I'm going to work again tomorrow." Tan Zhao touched his hairline with pain. The life of the senior high school class teacher is so hard.
Feng Shaonian didn’t refuse to go to school. On the contrary, he liked the feeling of being surrounded by a sea of books recently: “Teacher, what are you doing? The taste is so... magical?”
"The medicine soup to prevent colds. Recently, the flu period has been frequent. There are several other classes that have been infected. You can't afford to delay. Do you want to try a bowl? I put the sugar on it, so it will definitely not be bitter."
Feng Xiulan took the glass with a strange smell and took a sip suspiciously:...I believe your evil!