The music class was taken over again

On an ordinary day in March, the number on the upper right corner of the blackboard changed to one hundred.

In some classes, the head teacher wrote down the number by hand.

The weather gradually became gloomy, but the campus was even quieter.

Teacher Yan often reads with a set of questions at home. Qiao Zheng sometimes leans over when she is interested. She finds that the questions in Teacher Yan's hand are very unusual.

How do you understand "Shuimu Tsinghua University"?

Who do you think is the most influential person in the history of Yuelu Academy?

Please talk about your understanding of the Big Bang and black holes.

"What is this? These topics are too embarrassing."

Yan Ze said: "Interview questions for self-enrollment over the years."

"Is there any self-enrollment in your class?"

Yan Ze sighed: "No, our school doesn't pay much attention to self-enrollment. Many students don't understand these policies and don't have this idea. Many students who are outstanding in a single subject take the unified examination, and this advantage will be buried. If they participate in self-enrollment, perhaps You can go to a much better university. Like my old school, one-third of the class will take the self-enrollment exam."

She put down the test paper and asked, "Did you do what I said?"

Qiao Zheng immediately understood: "Yes, the plan is going smoothly."

She added: "I want to take the test for the North Dance Certificate, but we don't have any local training centers. I want to go to City C during the summer vacation. I saved a lot of competition certificates in college. I don't know if they are still useful."

Yan Ze rubbed her head: "There's no rush, I'm not leaving just as I said."

Qiao Zheng rubbed the top of her head against her palm, and said softly, "Are you under a lot of pressure now?"

Yan Ze was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "It's not me taking the exam, so what pressure can I have?"

"I understand. Didn't you say that parents and teachers are more nervous than students? There is a saying that the emperor is not in a hurry for eunuchs."

"...you can really talk."

In a few days, it will be a mock exam, whether it is a donkey or a horse, pull it out for a walk.

Originally, in order to let everyone go all out to prepare for the first mock exam, the teachers took the trouble to emphasize: "The score of the first mock test is very close to the score of the college entrance examination. It is the most important exercise. It will be ranked in the city at that time. Based on your ranking, you can basically estimate whether you can pass one of the exams!"

On the eve of the exam, the tone of the teachers changed again, and they said in unison: "A score of one model does not mean the score of the college entrance examination, and it is even far behind. So doing well in the exam does not mean that you will be fine. You have to work harder when you're done, don't be discouraged if you don't do well in the exam, I've seen too many students who did not do well in the exam, and performed exceptionally well in the college entrance examination."

The night before the exam, teachers of all subjects lined up.

The head teacher said: "Don't forget to bring your 2B pencils, black signature pens, and test admission tickets. Don't forget to paint the test number and seat number. A barcode will be sent to me and pasted in the frame."

Chinese teacher: "No one is allowed to make mistakes in the first three multiple-choice questions. After the test, everyone will read it. Whoever makes a mistake will be drawn. Today's composition, Great Country Craftsman and Chinese Dream are all hot spots. Recite at least three questions for me. Then the material, the argument can not use the star, then don’t use the star.”

Mathematics teacher: "Don't give me empty questions, don't forget the domain of the derivative, don't forget when X is equal to zero, even if you don't know anything about conic sections, write out the equations for me."

……

There are more than 50 exam rooms for the one-model exam. Some teachers are old and do not need to invigilate the exam. In this case, there are not enough invigilators, so the school arranges music, sports and art teachers to invigilate the exam.

Qiao Zheng was also issued a small plastic card and became an invigilator with honor.

Qiaozheng showed off as soon as she got home: "You see, I'm also the invigilator."

Yan Ze raised his head, expressionless: "I arranged it. Teachers from Grade [-] and Grade [-] are going to be in class, and we definitely don't have enough teachers in one grade."

Qiao Zheng said resentfully: "So that's the case. Hey... Which examination room are you in? I'm in the sixteenth examination room."

Yan Ze said, "I'm also sixteen."

Qiao Zheng was about to jump up excitedly: "What a coincidence."

Teacher Yan still said calmly: "I arranged it."

Qiao Zheng was stunned: "Are you using power for personal gain?"

Yan Ze shook his head: "I'm afraid you won't be able to handle emergencies."

Qiao Zheng was not convinced: "You underestimate me, do you think I have never been a proctor?"

In fact, there is nothing to be excited about in an examination room. It is an examination room, a very serious place.

The next day, Yan Ze wanted to emphasize it, but Qiao Zheng consciously changed into bright clothes, wearing a black sweater, cropped jeans, flat white shoes, and tied her hair in a ponytail. Painted and powdered, just slightly painted eyebrows.

She is a clothes rack in her own right, and her simple clothes also add a lot of liveliness because of her. Her porcelain white forehead and smooth ponytail make her look beautiful and lovely.

Because of the one-model exam, the ringtones, inter-class exercises, physical education classes and extracurricular activities of senior one and senior two were all cancelled. The campus was unusually quiet and shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.People in it consciously lighten their steps and even breathe cautiously.

The first subject is Chinese. Enter the examination room at eight o'clock, check the candidates' admission tickets, and see if they have cheating tools.

At 25:[-], he unpacked the sealed bag, counted the test papers, and touched the hard answer sheet. Qiaozheng himself became nervous and wiped his hands on his clothes several times for fear of getting it dirty.

After the answering bell rang, the sound of rustling cards sounded in an instant.

Yan Ze was in the front, walking around and inspecting from time to time, while Qiao Zheng sat in the back, observing the whole classroom.

Listening to the sound of writing and flipping the test paper, she seemed to be brought into a state where she completely forgot about her lover, and the person she usually likes to flirt with the most is also in this room, as if she was in a state of dignity, In a ceremony where no intimacy can be shown.

The exam was fairly uneventful, and there were no special circumstances

When the rustling sound turned into the sound of pens falling like raindrops, she knew that most of the candidates had started to write essays at this time.

Some people wrote like a god, while others were still scratching their heads and feeling very irritable. Qiaozheng thought to himself, if he sat in the examination room and faced a piece of material, it would definitely be the performance of the latter.

I looked at my watch, and it was less than four or ten minutes before the end of the exam. Obviously, the teacher asked for at least five and ten minutes to write the composition. Hurry up and write, there is no time!Qiao Zheng was anxious from the bottom of her heart, but after the closing bell rang, there were still many people who hadn't finished writing their compositions, and watched helplessly as the answer sheets were taken away, but there was nothing they could do.

Since the invigilator was mobile, the two of them were separated for the math test in the afternoon, but even if they stayed together, Qiao Zheng would not be so blank.

In the evening, Teacher Yan asked her meaningfully: "Why do you act like you don't know me today?"

Qiaozheng said: "I dare not, I think the exam is too scary, even the invigilator is very nervous."

She rolled her eyes again, and the watery light flowed: "Don't doubt that I am frigid."

As he said that, he suddenly jumped up and rushed to Teacher Yan, kissed her cheek fiercely, and bit her neck several times.

The sofa was so narrow that it nearly rolled down, so the two went back into the room.

"Ms. Yan, I found that I love brain supplements. When I watched them write essays, it was as if I was writing essays. I thought I looked at that material, read it seventeen or eight times, and couldn't see anything, but Time passed by, and I became more and more anxious... Can you understand the feeling of being anxious?" Qiao Zheng's voice was full of emotion, as if she had really experienced the torture of the exam.

Teacher Yan smiled very unkindly: "I'm sorry, I don't understand it. I always read it three times, review the questions for 5 minutes, and then write ideas like a spring."

Qiao Zheng gritted her teeth in hatred. This person must be seeking hatred.

"Aren't you a math teacher? Are you also good at Chinese?"

Yan Ze said lightly, "I'm not biased."

Qiaozheng talked about what he saw in the examination room today: "You have to go back and communicate with the Chinese teacher. I think many people can't finish their composition. Although I can't review the questions and my writing is bad, at least I can finish it. "

"Did you write a [-]-word composition?"

Being exposed, Qiaozheng smiled embarrassedly: "How can there be so few, at least 600 characters."

"Being able to do well is not the same thing as liking to do it. I don't like writing essays either, just like you...do you like dancing?"

Qiao Zheng beamed brightly, of course the other party couldn't see her face clearly in the dark, only a pair of beautiful eyes gradually lit up.

"I really like it," she said.

Yan Ze said: "I don't think you practice, you've already given up. Although I don't understand it, I feel that any skill needs to be reviewed frequently so that you don't become unfamiliar."

"Don't you believe it, I can do all kinds of difficult moves now, and fold into all kinds of poses that you can't imagine." Her voice was soft like a veil.

Qiao Zheng immediately got up and wanted to be a pony, but she didn't expect that her body was really not as flexible as before.

"You turn on the light, turn on the light." Qiao Zheng urged her.

Yan Ze turned on the bedside lamp, and Qiao Zheng looked at her legs. This is not a standard ponytail, the legs are not straight, and it is obvious that the ligaments are being pulled and hurt.

Yan Ze laughed and said, "I'll just say you're not practicing well."

"Oh... help me..." Qiaozheng closed her eyes tightly and moaned. It turned out to be a basic skill, but now it became a difficult movement, and her legs were about to cramp.

It was Teacher Yan who held her upper body and made her lie flat again.

Qiao Zheng curled up her legs and pressed the muscles she just stretched.

Teacher Yan taunted unceremoniously: "You still want to take the grade test like this."

Qiaozheng expressed her determination while groaning: "I have decided, I will practice every day in the future, and you must help me stretch my legs. Don't be soft-hearted. I really want to practice basic skills again."