my goddess sisters

Not only the top three top students, but the enthusiasm of the whole class was mobilized, looking forward to this extraordinary competition for top students.

Three years!

Three full years!

As long as Wei Xia takes the exam, the No.1 position will always be his!He is like a big mountain in front of all the students in the key class, which cannot be overcome.

Was Wei Xia able to continue writing the undefeated myth, or was it the challenge of the No. [-], [-], and [-] top students?

All in all, the fourth test will reveal the answer!

In the afternoon of the same day, Li Xueli sent out the admission ticket for the preliminary exam, and tomorrow is the day of the official exam.

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The first subject, Chinese, was personally invigilated by Li Xueli, and the exam lasted for two hours.

"I repeat again, don't make any small moves. The current college entrance examination is monitored. Once cheating is found, all the results will be canceled immediately. Don't take any chances." Li Xueli reminded.

The test papers and answer sheets were handed out one by one, and the exam began.

According to the routine, ordinary students will read the test papers as a whole first, and finish the simple sub-questions first.

Wei Xia is an exception.

After filling in the name and class, I started answering the questions from the beginning to the end, in a smooth flow, with almost no time for a pause.

Li Xueli kept walking around the classroom, occasionally looking at the students' answers to the questions, but her eyes would always secretly glance at Wei Xia intentionally or unintentionally, but it was difficult to stay by Wei Xia's side.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the fellow students were nervously answering the questions.

"A again, why did you write the composition first? Can this handwriting be neater? How many times have I said that the composition must be neat, but I don't listen!" Li Xueli taught dissatisfied.

Lao Jia lowered his head, a little aggrieved:

My dad doesn't look good at handwriting, can you blame me?

"Hey? Wei Xia, why are you writing the composition first?" Li Xueli walked to Wei Xia's side and found that the composition was almost finished.

Wei Xia didn't answer and continued writing.

brush brush~~

Finally, the last few strokes were written.

"Teacher, hand in the paper!"

what's the situation? ? ?

The whole class looked up at Wei Xia, they didn't even finish half of the answer, Wei Xia has already handed in the paper?

"Hmph! Staggering! I will definitely find an excuse later, saying that there is something outside and I have to hand in the paper in advance. It is clear that I am not sure!" No. [-] Xueba cast a disdainful glance and ignored it.

"What are you doing? It's only been more than 20 minutes, and I can't finish writing a composition!" No. [-] Xueba felt that Wei Xia was dealing with an exam.

Only the No. [-] school bully is awe-inspiring!

He is the closest to Wei Xia in terms of grades in the past three years, and he knows Wei Xia's fast answering speed.

"Sit down for me! For the normal college entrance examination, you can't hand in the papers within an hour!" Li Xueli pushed Wei Xia back on the seat.

"Is there such a rule?" Wei Xia had no choice but to continue to stay in his seat bored.

The paper was placed flat on the desk, Li Xueli picked it up curiously, and checked it from the beginning.

right, right, right...

This font is even more neat than the one on the computer; this style of writing is so wonderful!

Li Xueli was shocked, she actually finished all the answers!

"The brat used to write pretty well, but now he has improved greatly. He has been secretly practicing at home? His Chinese level has not dropped at all. From this point of view, the top scorer in the provincial college entrance examination must have fallen to our high school!"

……

For the subsequent exams, including mathematics, foreign language, and comprehensive, Wei Xia handed in all the papers in an hour and left.

In fact, this kind of exam puts no pressure on him at all, and he doesn't even need to rely on the system.

There was no new knowledge in the second semester of the third year of senior high school, they were just reviewing what they had learned before, and Wei Xia had already grasped those contents thoroughly.

The time he was away had no impact on his studies at all.

"No wonder those systems will find me, this is fate! A destined genius!" Wei Xia sighed in his heart.

Once upon a time, he was born in poverty, and he knew very well that knowledge can change destiny.

So he kept studying and studying hard, and he was No.1 in every exam!

As he grew up a little bit, Wei Xia could understand more truths. Through many extracurricular readings, historical stories, etc., he came to a conclusion:

Reading is the smoothest and easiest way for class mobility!

Then he continued to study hard.

Outsiders only saw the chicness of him handing in the paper ahead of time, but they didn't understand how much he had paid for it.

Although there are various systems now, he no longer needs to worry about his future life, but he also misses the time of studying hard at the beginning.

……

After the exam, all the students returned to the classroom.

"Wei Xia, how did you do in the exam? Are you confident?" No. [-] Xueba asked teasingly.

In his heart, Wei Xia handed in all the exams ahead of time, which was simply a sign of giving up.

"Ms. Li praised your handwriting for being beautiful. Could it be that she went to practice calligraphy during this period of time? Also, Boss Wei is considered a successful person, so he must pursue something elegant, haha!" The odds are in hand.

Wei Xia didn't pay attention to these two people, the levels were already different, he didn't even feel provoked by the two "little kids".

Shaking his head and sighing:

"Ah! The master is lonely! Who can understand me?"

Turning his head, Wei Xia looked at the silent No. [-] Xueba again. This guy was quite mature, which made Wei Xia suddenly a little interested:

"Hey, let me tell you guys, do you dare to take a gamble?"

Two, three, four people looked at each other, and No. [-] Xueba said in a deep voice:

"What are you gambling?"

Pa~pa~pa, Wei Xia slapped his hands a few times, attracting the attention of the whole class, and said loudly:

"Listen up, everyone. If I don't get the first place in the school this time, I will pay for all the meals before the college entrance examination!"

yeah~

There was cheers in the classroom.

"If I'm still number one in the school this time, then the three of them... need to treat everyone to a meal! How about it? Do you dare to bet?" Wei Xia looked at the three top students provocatively.

"bet!"

"bet!"

"bet!"

Everyone booed.

"Then we have to bet! Boss Wei is willing to help his classmates in this way, how can we not accept it? Haha!" No. [-] and No. [-] were full of confidence, and No. [-] Xueba had to agree with him.

Wei Xia smiled casually, turned and left.

This may be the last bit of fun in high school life!

### Chapter 115 Dream of Revival###

Exam results came out one after another, but what the students in Class [-] of Senior Three were most concerned about was not how they did in the exam, but how Wei Xia did in the exam.

The first score is English.

Wei Xia, 150 points, full marks.

Then mathematics, 150 points, still full marks.

Comprehensive, 300 points, still full marks!

The Chinese composition is the most time-consuming for judging the paper, so the Chinese is the last to get the grade:

Wei Xia, 150 points, full marks!

grand slam.

Strength proves everything, Wei Xia is still a well-deserved top student, ranked first in the school for three consecutive years, and successfully defended the title.

On the contrary, it was the No. 2, [-], and [-] top students. Because they cared too much about Wei Xia, their own exam status was flawed, and their grades were not as high as usual. Another classmate took the No.[-] position.

"Impossible! How come all four subjects are full? As far as the Chinese composition is concerned, the probability of getting a full score is close to zero!" Zhang Zhenfeng, the No. [-] student bully, said with red eyes.

"Wei Xia is going too far! It's just a basic test, is it worth asking the school teacher for help?" Ruipeng, the No.

In his opinion, it must be Wei Xia who relied on his own relationship to find the grades corrected by the marking teacher!

With Wei Xia's ability, this is not difficult to do.

"There's nothing to say about the other subjects. Maybe Wei Xia can still get full marks. But for the composition..." He Gang, the number two student, also questioned.

It's not that the three of them can't afford to lose the bet, the key is that they dreamed of being able to overwhelm Wei Xia, but now they have such a result, which is really unacceptable.

After thinking for a while, the three decided to go to the class teacher and Chinese teacher Li Xueli together.

They wanted to see what kind of composition got full marks!

In the language office.

"Oh, you guys want to read Wei Xia's composition paper and study, don't you? It's not with me, it's posted on the bulletin board downstairs." Li Xueli pointed in the direction downstairs.

The three of them looked at each other, said goodbye to Li Xueli, and went straight to the school board newspaper.

At this time, many onlookers had already gathered downstairs.

"The dream of revival, the dream is endless!"

"Talk, the door is open; fight, stay with us to the end. The poor and weak Huaguo has become a thing of the past..."

"The writing is awesome! It is worthy of being the top student in our first high school. It is really unreasonable to be the first in the school for three consecutive years."

The students expressed their opinions on the composition on the blackboard, and they squeezed to the front after a lot of effort.

What catches the eye is an extremely neat article, with clear paragraphs and distinct layers, and the imitation Song style handwriting is also particularly beautiful. Even if you don't read the content, the impression score of this composition will not be low.

After reading the 800-word composition carefully, the three of them fell silent.

"It's because my level is limited, and I really can't find any problems, but I don't believe that Wei Xia's composition is so perfect!" Zhang Zhenfeng was still unwilling, and didn't want to admit the gap between himself and Wei Xia at all.

"Forget it, Wei Xia's composition level has always been better than ours. This is a fact. We are willing to gamble and admit defeat. Let's raise some money and treat the students to a meal." Wang Ruipeng comforted.

"Well, I have an idea! The best of both worlds!" He Gang looked thoughtfully at the composition on the blackboard.

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Wei Xia went back to school to properly demonstrate the strength of the top student, reassuring the principal and teachers of the school, and he himself returned to the Twin Towers in the magic city.

"Brother, when did you contribute to the "Citizen Daily"? This little composition is pretty good!" Su Anxi walked over with a newspaper in her hand.

"Submit? Why should I submit?" Wei Xia looked puzzled.

I saw Wei Xia's composition written in the preliminary examination in a prominent place on the front page of the newspaper:

The dream of revival is endless!

Subtitle with text:

The Chinese dream of contemporary high school students.

Author: Wei Xia

In addition to the original text, the newspaper also published the content and requirements of the exam questions, and added some comments and appreciation for the composition at the end, giving them a high degree of affirmation.

"Damn it! Who is this? Did you submit my composition to the Citizen's Daily?" Wei Xia felt dizzy.

"Didn't you vote for it yourself? It might be your school! I don't usually read newspapers, but my colleagues in the company saw it and told me that my brother's writing is really good, hehe!" Su Anxi praised again.

"Cut! What is this? Brother, I am versatile, but I have no chance to show it!" Wei Xia put down the newspaper and said indifferently.