Although there was a two-day holiday after the make-up classes, there were still many students who were far away and stayed in school.
At the end of each exam, Yongzhong will post the top 60 students with total scores and the top three scores in each subject in the form of a happy announcement.
This time's results were related to whether one could be assigned to the top class. When the good news was posted, it attracted many people to watch.
Zhang Qingling was also pulled by his best friend, and together they walked towards the good news in front of them.
Before squeezing in, my best friend said with great interest.
"Qing Ling, you scored 130 in the English test this time. You are definitely No. 1 in the school!"
"You are really amazing. No one in our class can score 100 points on such a difficult test paper, but you can still score so many points!"
Zhang Qingling nodded slightly and did not deny this.
The English test paper this time was indeed a bit too difficult. Several students with good English scores in the class failed this time.
Based on the previous levels of each class, my first place should be stable.
If I had known about this situation, I should have controlled my score a little, as 130 is still a bit abrupt.
While thinking about it, Zhang Qingling calmly looked at the good news.
Top five in English:
First place, Yang Jianguang, scored 143 points.
Second place, Zhang Qingling with 130 points,
Looking at this score, Zhang Qingling's calm eyes changed for the first time.
Yang Jianguang, the boy who left first?
In a test of this difficulty, he actually scored ten points more than himself.
Everyone around them also saw the top five English lists one after another, and they suddenly burst into exclamations.
"Let me go, who is this Yang Jianguang, so awesome? His English is 143, and our class doesn't even have 100 this time."
"I've heard about this guy. He's from Class 6 next door. It's said that our teacher said that Director Hu didn't believe his results at that time, so he took him to the office and made a new competition paper."
"Guess what, I finally got 145 points, which is two points more than now!"
As soon as these words came out, there was another burst of exclamations from the surrounding people.
The other subjects were fine, and every class had someone with a near-perfect score. But this time, there were a lot of failed English, and a 143 suddenly appeared, which was particularly eye-catching.
Beside, Zhang Qingling took a deep breath and his eyes flickered slightly.
She did the math in her mind, and even after writing in the few answers she didn't fill in, her final score was only 141, which was two points less than the Yang Jianguang in front of her.
Is it hidden so deeply?
Zhang Qingling turned his eyes again and finally saw Yang Jianguang's total score at the end of the top 60.
518 points, ranking 54th.
And above Yang Jianguang, what a coincidence is that the name is Zhang Qingling.
Control points?
Zhang Qingling's brows tightened, and the figure of Yang Jianguang hurriedly leaving outside the window that day suddenly appeared in his mind.
But soon, her brows widened again, and a vague smile appeared on her face.
Yes, after coming to this school for so long, I finally met someone interesting.
…
Yang Jianguang could no longer see how shocked the Yongzhong students would be.
Because at this time, he happened to be woken up by the roar of the train entering the station, and he looked outside at Pengcheng Station in confusion.
More than ten minutes later, Yang Jianguang avoided the bosses soliciting customers inside and outside the station and walked to the west square of Pengcheng Station.
Before he could stand firm, Xin Bubing excitedly greeted him not far away.
"Brother Jianguang, brother Jianguang, I am here."
Yang Jianguang turned around and nodded slightly.
"Boss Xinwu, long time no see."
After a while, he was already sitting on Xinwu's second-hand Santana. The seat was so uncomfortable that Yang Jianguang almost vomited out the three years he spent last night.
According to Xinwu, he is now the owner of a publishing house. If he wants to do business, a car is a must.
Because I don’t have any money right now, I just bought a second-hand car to support the situation temporarily.
As he said this, Xinwu calmly persuaded Yang Jianguang, saying that since he had already opened a factory, he wanted to drive a Santana as well.
Yang Jianguang refused on the spot.
Yang Jianguang is used to riding in all kinds of cars and electric cars of later generations. In Yang Jianguang's opinion, the Santana, which is currently extremely rare, is not as easy to ride on as the buses of later generations.
What's more, cars are extremely expensive these days. The 1990 Santana he's sitting in now, which looks like it's about to fall apart, cost a cool 100,000 yuan.
If you buy a new car based on the manufacturer's ex-factory price, you will have to double the price.
Spending 200,000 yuan to buy a car with hand-cranked windows, electric seats, and a smart display was really hard for Yang Jianguang to accept.
Even if I have the extra money, I can buy a two-bedroom apartment in the center of Pengcheng.
When it comes to houses, Yang Jianguang is vaguely curious. A month has passed since the houses he bought in Pengcheng before. I wonder if they have increased in price during this period?
If I remember correctly, the news about the establishment of Penggang intercity railway and subway should have come out during this period.
While thinking about it, Santana finally stopped in front of her with an awkward scoff. In front of her was a place called Blue Mountain Cafe.
And Xinwu's voice also sounded.
"Brother Jianguang, we are here. Please come in quickly. Professor Zhong has been waiting for us inside for a long time."
Hearing this, Yang Jianguang nodded and got out of the car.
He originally planned to go see the factory as soon as possible after coming to Pengcheng, but when he heard that he was coming to Pengcheng, Xinwuyi called him several times and insisted on meeting Mr. Zhong first.
So after getting off the car, the two of them appeared here.
Soon, the two of them walked into the coffee shop one after another.
The coffee shop covers an area of about 200 square meters, and the interior decoration is still in the European retro style. It looks quite elegant, and the business is not bad.
Near the window, an energetic old man was holding a copy of "Zhu Xian" and looking at it intently. He must be the old man Zhong that Xinwu mentioned.
Sure enough, after a short while, Xinwu pulled Yang Jianguang to the old man and reminded him in a low voice.
"Mr. Zhong, Beicun, the author of Zhuxian, is here."
Mr. Zhong was stunned for a moment, then quickly closed the book and looked in front of him expectantly.
Just staring at Yang Jianguang and the two for a long time, Mr. Zhong looked behind them expectantly for a while, and then withdrew his gaze with an unhappy look.
"Xinwu, what's the matter with you kid? I haven't arrived yet. Why are you still deceiving me?"
Hearing Mr. Zhong's scolding, Xinwu had already guessed it.
If he hadn't confirmed that "Zhu Xian" was really written by Yang Jianguang, he wouldn't have been able to believe that this work was written by such a young newcomer, so young that... he was still in high school.
Silently scolding her in her heart, Xinwu said helplessly.
"Mr. Zhong, you have misunderstood. The person next to me is the author Kitamura himself."
As soon as these words came out, Mr. Zhong's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief.
"What the hell, is he Kitamura?"
This Mr. Zhong has a really straightforward and fiery personality.
Yang Jianguang suppressed a smile and took the initiative to extend his right hand. "Hello, Mr. Zhong, I am Beicun."
Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhong didn't hold Yang Jianguang's right hand at all. Instead, he snorted in displeasure and knocked on the table.
"Nonsense, Shinmu, in order to please me, you can't just find someone to deal with me, right?"
"Is this kid Kitamura? What a fool. He looks so young. Is he still studying? A freshman or sophomore? You told me he is Kitamura?"
After saying that, Mr. Zhong was still a little unhappy.
He knew that Xinwu wanted to use his fame and ability to increase the popularity of "Zhu Xian" and help open up the market in Guangzhou.
But you can't just call someone over just to make him happy.
Seeing the unhappy look on Mr. Zhong's face, Xinwu replied helplessly. "He is...still in high school, to be precise, he is a senior in high school."
"Third year of high school?" Mr. Zhong was stunned for a moment, but then he seemed to think of something, and his face immediately fell.
Then he slammed the table angrily, "Well, my dear, you are so brave, aren't you? How dare you drag your relatives to come to me and use the back door?"
"I'm telling you, boy Xinwu, what I, Zhong Wenhua, hate the most in my life are people who use special tactics to recruit people through connections! You want to go to Pengcheng University, right? Let this boy have the ability to take the exam on his own, and don't follow such crooked ways!"
"Here I send you two words, dream!"
Listening to Mr. Zhong's rage, Xin Wutou was shocked.
He understood that Mr. Zhong had made a mistake, but this matter was really hard to explain.
Yang Jianguang, a high school student, wrote "Zhu Xian", a magnificent and phenomenal work. Who dares to believe it!
On the other hand, Yang Jianguang on the side reacted slightly when he saw this situation.
The co-author is Mr. Zhong who regards himself as the person who comes through the back door!
Special recruitment refers to senior high school students who are directly recruited into the university before the college entrance examination.
For example, in international competitions, national competitions, and the popular new concept essay competition, it is easy to be specially recruited into various well-known universities.
This method has selected many professional talents for the university, and has also become a method for some well-connected students with poor academic performance to enter the school.
As a university professor at Peng University, Mr. Zhong has the authority and quota for special recruitment.
It was just that Mr. Zhong cared so much about the special move, which made Yang Jianguang take a high look at him.
Thinking about it, Yang Jianguang smiled slightly and raised his head. "Mr. Zhong, don't you believe that I am Beicun?"
Zhong Wenhua snorted incredulously, is this even necessary?
As a high school senior, what did you write about Zhu Xian?
Do you rely on dreams?
Faced with Mr. Zhong's disdainful attitude, Yang Jianguang was not unhappy at all. On the contrary, he smiled even more. "Mr. Zhong, I have a way to prove that I am the author Beicun."
"What you say is better than what you sing. I want to see today, what can you use to prove that you are Kitamura?"
Seeing the situation, Shinmu next to him also gave a quick reminder in a low voice.
"Brother Jianguang, if we can't prove it, we can just prove it next time. There is no need to offend Mr. Zhong."
This Mr. Zhong is an insufferable being. Xinwu is worried that Yang Jianguang cannot explain clearly and makes Mr. Zhong unhappy, which will be troublesome.
"Actually, the proof is very simple." Yang Jianguang looked confident and raised the floppy disk in his hand.
"Mr. Zhong, I have 100,000 words of Zhu Xian's follow-up here. You can tell at a glance whether it is the author himself."