After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

Back to Monday.

When Song Zhulan walked into Class Three and Five, the atmosphere in the class was extremely tense.

Most of the people stared blankly at the morning reading quiz in front of them, holding pens in their hands, but did not write a few words.The front and back tables are very close to each other, discussing the results one after another.

Song Zhulan scanned Classes [-] and [-] of high school with a clear expression on his face.This is a common problem among students, commonly known as the achievement syndrome, which manifests as rapid heartbeat, cold hands and feet, dry mouth and no mind to think about other things before the achievement is issued, just like a disabled person.Generally out of fear of unknown grades and parents' reaction after getting the report card at the same time.

Yang Jun, who was close to Song Zhulan, greeted him when he came over, his hands were shaking and his palms were full of sweat.

Song Zhulan returned the salute calmly and politely, and sat down in his seat, the corners of his mouth raised a little higher than usual.

When he finished writing the morning reading papers calmly, Wang Yingying came in with a large stack of papers in her arms.

There was still a little talking in the class, but when Wang Yingying saw the paper in Wang Yingying's hand, there was no sound at all.

After a while, someone had the courage to ask: "Mr. Wang, how did our class... how did you do in the exam?"

"The overall performance is not bad," Wang Yingying's expression did not change. "This time the Chinese is easy, so don't be proud of the good scores. However, there are a few students who surprised me."

"Is that a surprise or a shock?"

Wang Yingying glanced at the student who was asking the question, and smiled, "I didn't see you guys in such a hurry before the exam. Don't you know the score later?"

There was another howl from below.

"Teacher, how can sending out grades be the same as preparing for the exam? Every extra minute is a torment!"

Everyone echoed, with a sad tone and a solemn expression, a bit of the spirit of "the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return when he is gone".

Wang Yingying was amused by them, she looked up at her watch, saw that there were still 10 minutes to eight o'clock, and said, "Pass the morning reading quiz from the back to the front, and put it on the podium. While you collect it, I will distribute the papers at the same time."

"The person whose name is read goes to the front to get the paper."

As soon as the words fell, the whole class hurriedly handed in the quiz, holding their breath and waiting for the teacher to read their names.

Song Zhulan was taken by them, and her heart beat faster.

Chinese is different from mathematics. In many cases, the boundary between right and wrong is not clear. Song Zhulan has an estimate of his score, but he is not sure about the specific score.

But he just sat upright in his seat without any change in expression.

The papers have been ranked in advance and distributed from high to low.

Liu Feng was the seventh to be called by name, strode forward to receive the test paper, and waited for Wang Yingying's praise.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yingying just gave him a superficial look: "The test is not bad, but the composition needs to be improved." She called the next person's name.

After returning to his seat, he tilted the chair at the front table and asked, "Shen Liu, you did well in the exam. How many points?"

"103." Liu Feng pushed his glasses, "It's much worse than I imagined, and Mr. Wang probably isn't satisfied either. He just had a normal expression on me."

"Damn it, you didn't do well in 103?" The front desk said in surprise, "As expected of God Liu, you're so awesome."

The people next to her sighed: "Yingying keeps a straight face every day, and today she looks good on you. I guess you are the surprise she talked about."

"It's absurd, it's absurd." Liu Feng waved his hand hypocritically, "Mr. Wang also asked me to improve my writing skills. There are too many areas for me to improve."

"Composition, it's metaphysics," the front desk boasted, "Liu Shen, you are too modest. Look at the one who boasted before the exam and threatened to be in the top [-] of the grade, and his name has not been pronounced yet!"

The papers were handed out one by one, and the score band had dropped from 103 to more than 80 points, and there was no Song Zhulan's name for a long time.

Liu Feng was proud of himself, but he still said: "Everyone is a classmate, don't be so mean, after all, he has worked hard, and any score in the test is worthy of encouragement."

"Haha, it really is Liu Shen's spirit!"

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Seeing this, Yang Jun slammed his pen on the table: "Brother Lan, this Liu Feng is too hateful, didn't he just pass the 103 exam! He looks like a villain."

"What are you angry about?" Song Zhulan said calmly, "Wait a little longer, don't worry."

"Yes," Yang Jun followed and nodded.Brother Lan's Chinese language was mixed in the first two and a half years of high school. It is really difficult to turn around in just half a month, and it is understandable.

But Song Zhulan is so good at mathematics, he can definitely beat Liu Feng, a hypocrite!

But seeing that Song Zhulan hadn't been called up until the last few papers were handed out, Yang Jun became more and more flustered.

Judging from this score, even if Song Zhulan got full marks in other subjects, he still wouldn't be in the top [-] of his age!

He waited anxiously for the final paper, longing for the final miracle.

Liu Feng also looked at Song Zhulan unscrupulously, full of provocation.

Finally, there was only one last paper left.

The corners of Liu Feng's mouth almost reached his chin.

He just knew, how could someone like Song Zhulan beat him?

He stared at Song Zhulan's face, wanting to see despair, anger, and pain from above.

However, there was nothing on his face.

On the contrary, there was another faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, as if he was not anxious at all.

Questions arose in Liu Feng's heart, and it was at this time that Wang Yingying spoke.

"The papers have all been handed out, and I have basically commented on your grades. Some performed well, and some fell short. Generally speaking, they are all within expectations, but there is one classmate who surprised me."

"Song Zhulan." She shouted, and at the same time stepped down from the podium, and personally delivered the paper to Song Zhulan's desk.

Liu Feng was at Song Zhulan's front desk, clearly seeing the total score written by Wang Yingying with red pen on the paper.

103.

"Song Zhulan really gave me a big surprise. A score of [-] is not considered a high score in the district, but it is only in the top ten in our class. It is not difficult to get this paper, if I wouldn't be surprised if any of the rest of you got that score."

"But Xiaolan's situation is known to everyone. He is busy with work every day and cannot attend face-to-face classes at school. And his previous grades, I think you all know better than anyone else, are not very good. But even so, he still relies on I, in just two weeks, went from failing to pass the test to scoring more than 100 points, and achieved a leap forward."

What Wang Yingying said was the truth, but Liu Feng felt that every sentence hit him in the face.

——"One hundred and three, it's not considered a high score in the district."

——"I'm not surprised anyone gets this score."

Comparing the two sides, the score he deliberately flaunted just now seems like a joke.

Even a piece of trash like Song Zhulan could pass the exam after studying for two weeks.

What about him?What is he!

Liu Feng was about to explode, but Wang Yingying was still talking.

"Song Zhulan is indeed the student with the strongest learning ability I have ever seen, but he can make such progress, definitely not just because he is smart. He works harder than all of you here-not just in terms of study time, but learning efficiency."

"On this point, you all have to learn from him."

Wang Yingying also said a lot, but Liu Feng couldn't hear it at all.

He couldn't understand how Song Zhulan deserved to get the same score as himself in just two weeks!

Liu Feng gritted his teeth bitterly, feeling that all the eyes around him were knives thrown at him.

He lowered his head and scratched heavily on the paper as if venting his anger.

The red handwriting was hideous and ugly, almost tearing the paper.

Song Zhulan took the paper and thanked Wang Yingying meekly, but her expression remained the same, and she didn't show any more excited expression.

But his back was not as straight as before, and he leaned back a little, leaning on the back of the chair.

Song Zhulan lowered his eyes slightly, this score was within his expectations, and it was almost the same as the expected value.

His posture was calm, but the others were in deep shock.

103. Song Zhulan? !

He did show that he was very good at mathematics before, but Chinese and mathematics are far behind. When did Song Zhulan become so strong?

If this is the case, then why is Song Zhulan still a scumbag?

It was a good thing to remember that Rong Lin's fans on Weibo over the weekend were overwhelming, and they even used Rong Lin's results to overwhelm Song Zhulan.

Now that Song Zhulan's language performance is out, Rong Lin's fans are simply a bunch of clowns.

Compared with Song Zhulan at that point, how dare he come out and jump?

"Okay." Wang Yingying tapped on the blackboard, "Take it easy, I'll talk about the topic directly."

Under the intimidation of the cold-faced teacher, everyone had no choice but to temporarily put aside their curiosity and listen to the class, but they couldn't help but wonder, when did Song Zhulan become so powerful?How can I learn better than them during the filming interval of the crew?

After listening to the two sections of Chinese together, this feeling has not diminished but increased.

When Wang Yingying talked about the reading part, she compared Song Zhulan's answers with the standard answers from time to time, and asked him to analyze his thinking on doing the questions and explain them to the whole class.Later, Song Zhulan's small composition was used as an example.

The students in the third and fifth classes of high school have been classmates for three years, and they have never seen any scenes, except for Song Zhulan at the end of the crane, who is regarded as an excellent example, and he has never seen it before!

But even Song Zhulan can make such great progress, so are they going to give it a go in the end, hoping for a gratifying result in the college entrance examination?

Many people think of this and concentrate on listening to the class.

The Chinese class passed quickly, and Wang Yingying finished all the content in time for the bell to finish class.

She packed up her things and said, "After the flag-raising ceremony, you should pack up and go to the playground. There is a grade commendation meeting today."

The crowd continued to groan and sigh.

Only the top [-] students in grades and the champions in a single subject can go to the commendation conference. Anyway, it has nothing to do with most of them. For them, it's just standing in the audience and blowing the cold wind.Not to mention wasting time, the main reason is that the mental attack is relatively strong and can always hit them.

They were passively clearing the table and getting dressed, when they saw the head teacher rushing into the class suddenly, still holding the grade slip in his hand.

"Before the flag is raised, you guys should hand out the score slips first. This is very important, so keep it for yourself."

"Whoever reads their names below, come with me, and will receive the award on stage at the flag-raising ceremony."

After listening to the movements, everyone looked at the head teacher in unison.

The homeroom teacher looked at Yang Jun happily and said, "Yang Jun, the first in the grade in history."

Yang Jun was flattered to be named suddenly, he said "yeah" to Song Zhulan, and stood beside the head teacher.

Then he found that the homeroom teacher was staring at Song Zhulan with excitement, shock and surprise.

She said, "And Song Zhulan, you come with me too."

Why is there Song Zhulan again?Could it be that he is really number one in math grade?

The head teacher took a breath under the gaze of everyone, and said, "Song Zhulan, you are the number one student in mathematics and physics."

"It's also number one in grade."

Year, first in grade? ! !

All the students in Class [-], Grade [-] were stunned into a group of chickens on the spot.

Song Zhulan, the number one in grade?

They glanced at the calendar subconsciously to confirm that today was not April Fools' Day.

So... is that living in a dream?

First in grade, hey, in just two weeks, I went from being a scumbag who couldn't pass the college entrance examination to being the first in grade. I dare not write novels like that!

The teacher in charge was also shocked, but the grades were clearly written, and it was even more difficult to allow petty tricks in the examination room.She knew that Song Zhulan's score was the real one, the real number one in her grade.

"Don't be stunned, hurry up and prepare to raise the flag."

"Yang Jun, Song Zhulan, you two follow me."

"Okay, okay." Yang Jun slowed down after a while, and followed the pace of the class director with hands and feet.

He walked a little behind Song Zhulan, his face was still dull, and he couldn't believe that the first grader was beside him.

Song Zhulan is good at mathematics and physics, and he has really worked hard recently, but he is still far from the first in grade.

He quietly looked at Song Zhulan's face from behind, the young man was full of smiles, and his pretty eyes were shining.Faced with a big news that can surprise people so much that they can't close their jaws, Song Zhulan's reaction is still not big, it is still the same as before, noble and elegant.

Under a calm appearance, Song Zhulan's heart was far from being as peaceful as it appeared.

He felt his heart beat a little faster—it was excitement.

The head teacher reported his grades on the way.

Chinese 103, Mathematics 149, English 145, History 79, Physics 100, Biology 91, with a total score of 667, ranking first in the grade, more than seven points higher than No.2, winning without any suspense.

This is indeed a beautiful victory he was looking forward to.

The corners of Song Zhulan's mouth deepened into a smile, and his eyes were curved like the petals of a peach blossom, beautiful and moving.

He walked all the way to the playground with the head teacher, and the top [-] were ranked according to their rankings. Song Zhulan stood in the first place and nodded slightly to Yang Jun, who was still the first in a single subject.

When he turned his head again, he happened to meet Chen Kaiqiang's eyes.

But one weekend, Chen Kaiqiang seemed to have more gray hair, and his back became bent.After he and Song Zhulan looked at each other, he hurriedly turned his head, not daring to look again.

When the examination papers were uniformly graded by the whole district on the weekend, he knew that there was an extremely excellent paper in this round.

The math questions this time were extremely difficult, comparable to Suzhou Province, which is known for its difficult questions.The test papers in Beiyang City have never been too difficult, and the quality of teaching in the Southern District is not ranked high in the city. When encountering this kind of test papers, many people perform abnormally. It is estimated that students who can get 135 points are not Many, the teachers in the mathematics group are already estimating whether the people who pass the 140 test can be counted with one hand.

Chen Kaiqiang was secretly proud when he heard the information.He still remembered the meaningless bet between himself and Song Zhulan. Although he didn't think Song Zhulan could win, it was also about his own face.

For him, the more difficult and flexible the questions, the better, so that Song Zhulan, a student who relied on routines to answer the questions, would not be able to threaten the face he had accumulated in his decades of teaching career.

He was complacent until the math teacher in the same group let out an exclamation.

"This student's writing is really good!"

Chen Kaiqiang felt inexplicably tense.

"I answered the last question so well that I didn't lose points. The steps are also very clear, and I can take it out as a standard answer! Which school of yours has such outstanding students?"

"It's not from our school." A teacher came over and glanced at it, then shook his head and said, "This kid's handwriting is good-looking. Those kids in our class are so good at writing, it's definitely not them."

"The little girls in our school don't write in this style either."

"Hey? Old Chen, is this from your school? Your school really has a dark horse this time!"

Chen Kaiqiang thought of the chic handwriting on the training paper, was in a daze for a moment, and waved his hands dryly.

"Probably not."

Seeing that he denied it, the other teachers didn't ask again.The grades of Chen Kaiqiang's No. [-] Middle School were average, not even the key points of the district.Although learning other key high schools to send students to participate in various competitions, they have never won any nouns in it, and it is difficult to have students who can solve this problem.

They just asked casually politely and didn't take it to heart.

But Chen Kaiqiang was flustered.

He still remembered Song Zhulan's perfect answer sheet and his clear thinking on the podium.Although there was no supporting evidence, he subconsciously felt that this paper might have been written by Song Zhulan.

If so...

Chen Kaiqiang didn't have a good rest all weekend, and nightmares followed.

It wasn't until today, when he saw Song Zhulan in front of the podium and saw him standing in the top [-] queue, that he finally realized that his bad premonition had come true.

Song Zhulan did get into the top [-] of her grade, not only that, she even got the first place in her grade.

This also means...he needs to apologize to Song Zhulan in front of all the teachers and students in the school.

Chen Kaiqiang frowned tightly, the wrinkles on his face were layer upon layer, deep enough to kill a fly.

Apologizing in front of all the teachers and students in the school, wouldn't he lose all his face for so many years!How will he behave in the future?How to be a teacher?

He lowered his head again to look at the award certificate he was holding in his hand, which was about to be awarded to the first grader, and he clenched his fingers involuntarily.

Song Zhulan stood not far away and saw everything in his eyes.

He just feels good.Most of the depression and stagnation since traveling to the world of books was dispelled after getting the first grade in the grade.

The award-giving music sounded, and he calmly stepped onto the stage to receive the paper-thin certificate while the host was chanting his name.

No. 1 in the single subject of mathematics and No. [-] in the whole district - Song Zhulan.

The first grade in a single physics subject, the No.1 in the whole district - Song Zhulan.

The people below were stunned when they saw Song Zhulan approaching to accept the award twice.

"No, he is so good at mathematics and physics?"

"Then how do I remember that Lao Chen and Liu Feng from the fifth class said in some interview that he was particularly poor at studying?"

"That's right, he said he delayed the progress of the class and made things difficult for the teacher. But Song Zhulan was able to take the first place in the grade... Isn't it really impossible?"

Everyone slowed down and communicated privately.

Chen Kaiqiang had a fierce reputation, so they didn't dare to look at it, so they turned their eyes to Liu Feng who was standing in the queue of the fifth class.

Liu Feng Rumang was on his back, and his teeth were almost crushed.

He could feel those questioning gazes, and he could hear the discussions of everyone around him.

"Is Liu Feng slandering Song Zhulan?"

"It's probably true, Song Zhulan's score can't be faked."

"It's not a big deal," someone said in the middle, "after all, everyone has to have a meal..."

Liu Feng's face turned red. He felt that the playground was a huge furnace, and he couldn't stay here for even one minute longer.

He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to run away.

The host stood on the stage, turned over a page of the manuscript, and read out the last award to be presented.

"The last item is the No. [-] Middle School Outstanding Student Award. Please come to the stage to receive the award for the students who are in the top [-] of the grade in the No. [-] Middle School Exam."

The top [-] students stepped forward one after another, and they saw the familiar thin figure on crutches again.

——Why the hell is Song Zhulan?

——Wait, he is the first grader? ! !

Song Zhulan was on the stage, because she was holding a cane, she could only accept the certificate from Chen Kaiqiang with one hand.

The thin piece of paper was wet with sweat from the palm of the bearer, and the edges were slightly rolled up.

Song Zhulan narrowed his eyes, and reached out to fetch the certificate from a place Chen Kaiqiang hadn't touched. He raised the corners of his lips and smiled dazzlingly.

The photographer below snapped shots on the stage, while Chen Kaiqiang's face was pale, and he left in a hurry without staying for a moment.

The rest of the students on stage left with him, and in the end only Song Zhulan and his junior host were left.

In the silence, the host's voice trembled slightly.

"The number one grade this time is Song Zhulan. He scored a total of 667 points in the first model, and ranked No. 40 in the district's second place! Next, we invite him to come on stage, briefly Tell me about your feelings about being the first in the grade this time.”

According to the practice of No. [-] Middle School, it is generally two or three sentences, mainly to thank the school and teachers for their indoctrination and teaching, and it is a matter of formality.The head teacher had already told Song Zhulan before going on stage.

Song Zhulan made a few remarks casually, especially thanking the teachers and classmates who helped him in the past two weeks, and by the way, he also gave the school a student-oriented, teaching without distinction.

No. [-] Middle School hadn't had a student with such grades for several years, and the school leaders were so happy that they didn't care about the high hat they wore on their heads. They came down happily and said, "Our school has always treated all students equally. I have the same expectations. I believe everyone can see the rapid progress of Song Zhulan, and we also hope that all students will give it a go in the last few months, and exchange for a youth without complaints or regrets!"

He made a generous speech for a long time, and finally handed the wheat back to Song Zhulan, thought for a while, and asked him: "Zhulan, is there anything else you want to say?"

"Thank you principal," Song Zhulan took the microphone.

The headmaster didn't want to give him the microphone at all, and he didn't loosen his hand at all, but at this moment he suddenly felt a strong force, and Song Zhulan directly held the microphone in his hand.

Before he could react, the boy spoke in front of all the teachers and students.

"I am able to stand here today. In addition to the teachers and classmates I have thanked before, there is also a teacher who contributed a lot."

He paused, and looked condescendingly at Chen Kaiqiang.

"Two weeks ago, during the mathematics rehearsal, I got the last big question right on the paper, which aroused Teacher Chen's suspicion and was judged by him as cheating on the spot. After explaining, Teacher Chen still held If I had any doubts, I made an agreement with him that if he could get into the top [-] of the grade in Yimo, he would apologize to me."

"Now I have fulfilled my promise, Mr. Chen, should you also fulfill your belated promise?"

The bet between Song Zhulan and Chen Kaiqiang had been rumored among the grades for a while, and there were various reasons for it. Everyone didn't know whether it was true or not, so they just joined in the fun. Unexpectedly, Song Zhulan would dare to make trouble on the spot at the award ceremony.

It was the first time for the school leader to hear this matter today, but he heard it very clearly that Chen Kaiqiang was at fault first, and the students wanted to seek justice.But Chen Kaiqiang is a veteran teacher of the school after all, and it would be embarrassing to refute him openly.So he smiled and smoothed things over: "Because of a promise, I won the first place in the grade. Zhulan really has a bright future, a bright future."

"Principal." Song Zhulan interrupted him.

The young man had picturesque eyebrows and a deep smile in his eyes.The smile on his face is beautiful, but it makes people feel dangerous for no reason.

He said: "No. [-] Middle School has always been a good student-oriented school. I have been studying and living here for three years, and I have always been proud of it. But Teacher Chen accused me of plagiarism without any evidence. , cheating. Is this also included in the program of 'living first'?"

Fine sweat broke out on the headmaster's neck.

This matter was originally the school's fault, and it's fine if the person involved didn't pursue it, but Song Zhulan's attitude was aggressive. He himself just got the first grade in the exam this time, and he is also a star, so he is not the one who can be suppressed.

After thinking for a while, the principal no longer favored Chen Kaiqiang, and signaled him with his eyes: quickly, apologize to the students.

At the same time, everyone else looked at Chen Kaiqiang who was at the center of the incident.

Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at one person at the same time, and Chen Kaiqiang's back was pressed down even lower by the heavy gaze.

He has nowhere to go.

Finally, he smacked his lips twice, and said in embarrassment: "Student Song Zhulan, I'm sorry."

This is a long overdue apology.