The whole world thinks I'm a scumbag

"The young master has a total score of 598, and the percentage of the score is 0.85. Multiply this by the difficulty coefficient of this monthly exam, and the score is 3.84."

After Ji Bingfeng learned about the situation from Gu's executive team, he called Huo's father and Huo's mother.

Huo's father looked in disbelief: "What do you think his total score is?"

"598." Ji Bingfeng said.

Until now, he finally realized something was wrong, and he had actually realized it since the first time he saw Lu Xingyin's file.

What kind of students can get a stable passing score regardless of the difficulty of the questions?

Now, the results of this monthly exam suddenly brought him back to the memory of the eve before Lu Xingyin came to S Province, which was exactly the same as the situation at that time.

Lu Xingyin doesn't have a high school foundation, and in just one month, he directly won the top 4.5 ranking in the grade of 120 in the difficulty of the test paper. How much is his real strength?

There was also no movement from the Huo family for a long time.

Obviously, although Lu Xingyin's result is not very good, it has far exceeded their expectations.

Huo's mother suddenly asked: "Is Qingmo going to be restructured? How is the progress over there?"

Ji Bingfeng said: "The school board has not yet reached a consensus, but sooner or later it will be a certainty. Next month, there will be an experimental class from Yingcai Middle School to conduct a teaching competition. In fact, it is to test the waters for future restructuring."

Ji Bingfeng looked down and checked the information, and then said: "The reform plan is that the former Qingmo No. [-] Middle School teachers with better qualifications, take the second grade as an example, Chen Chong, Kang Mei and other special-level teachers will be retained on the spot to become the teachers of the new school. Or transfer directly to Yingcai's main school or branch school, and the rest of the teachers will be assessed, but most of them will be fired, and teachers will be recruited from other places. Yingcai is very confident in the establishment of repeat schools."

"As for the original students after the restructuring, this is the last class." Ji Bingfeng said, "In other words, they have been abandoned. With their current chaotic teaching environment, don't worry. Since you asked, our side We will also follow up with the corresponding person in charge to put pressure on the progress of the restructuring."

The score of 598 is expected for Lu Xingyin, but the ranking is far beyond expectations.

But think about it carefully, the two subjects with the highest scores: mathematics and chemistry, he did extremely well in the exams, so even though the total score was within his estimation range, the ranking was much higher than he expected.

The students returning to class for evening self-study slowly arrived. Few of the students in class 27 paid attention to their grades, and when they passed by the grade panel, they all bowed their heads and walked away quickly, as if the row of shame pillars did not exist.

Every monthly exam is a public execution of the students of Class 27. Some of them may have struggled, and some have worked hard, but every time they are not surprised by reality, and that little bit of hard work is like blown out ashes Same.Finally accepted the quiet fact that they were the worst.

Even their parents are embarrassed every time the results of the monthly exam are announced.

When the bell was about to ring for class, a boy suddenly yelled in the corner: "Damn it, the transfer student got grade 112 this time??? Fucked, 598 points are higher than Cai Jing?"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone's attention was attracted to it.

On the boy's desk was a detailed distribution table of all subjects and year rankings for the monthly exam of the whole class.

Usually, the form is made and printed by the head teacher. Teachers who are not head teachers don’t have to attend classes on the evening of the return day, so the deputy head teacher, Song Li, will not make the form.

It was Meng Congzhou who delivered the watch. He was the squad leader. He couldn't hear what else he announced. Hulala, a group of people gathered around to watch.

Everyone rushed to read it for a long time, and then repeatedly confirmed: "It's true, that's right!"

Chen Yuanyuan cheered: "Money! Money! What did Shen Nu say before? Lost 5000 yuan!"

"There is still a month's double breakfast." Gu Fangwei added lazily, "Dude, I'm willing to accept the bet."

Shen Nu's face was livid: "I'll go to the school bank to withdraw money in a while. I'll charge you another [-] for your meal card, is that enough?"

He intentionally bit the word "enough" very hard, as if he could still use his wealth to insult them.

Before Lu Xingyin could speak, Gu Fangwei squinted his eyes and calculated: "Your family only needs [-] a month for meals? According to my standard, breakfast steak with fried eggs and coconut milk, parent-child rice bowl with milk tea at noon, Topped with sliced ​​noodles and..."

In fact, the canteen of Qingmo No. 25 High School is equipped with a small stew pot, which costs [-] yuan per person. Even if you eat this way for three meals a day, and bring drinks, you can spend less than [-] yuan a month.

Shen Nu couldn't bear it anymore: "I'll charge you two thousand! You don't have money, why are you so fussy?"

"I know how to live." Gu Fangwei showed a standard smile, his peach eyes were full of love, "If you are not in charge of the family, you don't know how expensive it is, right, brother?"

Lu Xingyin said: "Don't call me that in class."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that he shouldn't have said that, and sure enough, he saw Gu Fangwei leaning over with his head tilted, and lowered his voice next to his ear: "You don't call me brother, and you are not allowed to call you brother? Brother is very uncomfortable. .”

The beautiful peach blossom eyes looked down at him, and the bottom of the eyes was as black as ink.

Lu Xingyin lowered his eyes, quietly lowered his eyes to look at the textbook, did not look at him, and did not make a sound.

Chen Yuanyuan couldn't take it anymore: "Fucking school belle, can you get out! GAY is dead!"

Gu Fangwei laughed, then hooked the chair back against the wall, pulled out the foreign language magazines in the drawer and read them.

His person-table-chair stable triangular structure seems to be a mysterious enchantment that belongs to Gu Fang's personal label. From this moment on, the hustle and bustle in the class seems to have nothing to do with him. He just smiled lightly on this matter that was hotly discussed, his fingertips brushed over his hair, and then gently put it down.

It seems that he actually doesn't care that much about this childish bet, and he doesn't care about the students in this school.

Lu Xingyin recalled what he said the first day he met him—Gu Fangwei said that Qingmo No. [-] Middle School was about to be restructured and would soon become a special repeat school for Yingcai Middle School.

Now that he knew about it, why did he choose to study here?

In the first quarter of the evening self-study, Meng Congzhou, uncharacteristically, did not write his homework quietly, but took out the class report card.

He bent down and projected the report card onto the projector that had not been used for a long time in Class 27, and cleared his throat.

The students below looked at him inexplicably.

He also seemed to muster up his courage, his voice trembling: "The results of the monthly exam will be issued today. As the class monitor, I will analyze the results of the monthly exam in this class with you."

His voice was a little weak, and he didn't have much confidence.

The evening self-study floor was completely silent. A class away, the head teacher of class 25 was summarizing the monthly exam situation for his class students forcefully. His voice was high-pitched and clear, in stark contrast to Meng Congzhou's voice.

There was an uproar below, as well as laughter and ridicule.

Analyzing grades is usually done by the head teacher. The head teacher of class 27 has resigned for a month, and they have always been in a state of no one. Give students an analysis of each subject in detail.

27 No student cares, and the analysis just drives them deeper into the quagmire.Here is a pool of hopeless stagnant water, only negativity, playfulness and self-exile.

In their eyes, Meng Congzhou was funny, and Yue Zu was undoubtedly acting as his substitute.

As if he didn't hear these voices, Meng Congzhou said awkwardly, "I didn't do well in the exam this time, and I didn't take the lead as the monitor. I'm sorry everyone."

He paused, and then said: "But this time, there are two students in our class who did very well in the exam. One is Cai Jing. Although it is a bit backward compared to the 217 last time, it has stabilized in the top 598 of the grade. Then there is Lu Xingyin, a new student in our class, who scored 120 points in the test this time and ranked in the top [-] in his grade."

The students below gradually stopped talking.

"117, there are 28 classes in the whole grade, seven of them are sunshine classes, accounting for a quarter, and the science class has a total of 1000 students, and the top quarter, that is, the top 250 students."

"That is to say, there are four people in our class so far, who have at least touched the standard line of the Sunshine Class—me, Cai Jing, Liao Qing, and Lu Xingyin." Meng Congzhou said, his voice slowly The ground stopped shaking so much, "At least it means that our class is not that bad at all."

The students below were unmoved.

Liao Qing gave a "tsk" sound: "Old Song has said hundreds of times, let him say it again? Poisonous chicken soup kills people."

After Meng Congzhou finished speaking, he took out a red pen and marked a few numbers on the report card.

Lu Xingyin looked up and found that all his marks were English single subjects.

"Then our class as a whole, the average score of a single English subject has improved a lot compared to before." When Meng Congzhou said this, a group of students below raised their heads.

These students all saw their names circled.

"The number of English passers has increased by seven people compared with last month, and the average score has also increased by five points." Meng Congzhou said. "I just went to the office and asked the teachers of the English group. They said that the average English score of our class is not the bottom one, but the bottom two."

What did those students realize.

This group of students is the group of students who followed Lu Xingyin and Meng Congzhou to go outside for morning self-study every day last week.It just so happened that this English test was more focused on the one-month content inspection of this semester, which meant that it better hit the direction of their efforts.

The results were immediately apparent.

Many students sat up straight, and even Chen Yuanyuan, who was drawing villains in Chinese textbooks, couldn't help raising her head.

Meng Congzhou continued: "The same is true for Chinese. Although the average Chinese score this time is still the bottom one in the grade, the Chinese teacher said that everyone's average score this time has also increased by about five points compared with before. These five points are all based on poetry filling in the blanks. Everyone’s hard work has paid off. It’s only been a week, and we’ve only just entered the second semester of high school, so we still have a lot of time to work hard.”

"I... am not very good at analyzing these things. I can only try my best to tell you about the progress I have seen. I hope you can continue to work hard in the future." Meng Congzhou said, "We will get better and better, thank you, next Let's start studying at night."

Meng Congzhou sat down on the podium, did not look at other people, but flipped through a book of math exercises and began to write.

The evening self-study in the first quarter was unexpectedly quiet.No one came out to manage discipline, and the students consciously wrote the questions.When the teacher of the discipline committee of the grade group came to conduct random checks, he went back to look at the class card and muttered, "It's weird, this is class 27?"

When class was over, Lu Xingyin went to return Meng Congzhou and Cai Jing's wrong book, and unexpectedly received a note.

Meng Congzhou wrote to him: "Thank you, because of you and me, Cai Jing and I discussed it before deciding to go up and do this summary. Fortunately, you came to our class."

The light green sticky note paper, every stroke is extremely serious, revealing the young man's new hope.