I'm covering this scholar

When the Chinese teacher came in for the first class, he was followed by the class representatives, holding a stack of answer sheets.

Everyone's scalp tightened, and they couldn't sit still.

When the class representative asked someone to distribute the test papers, the people below were extremely active. They didn't want to sit in their seats and wait for death, but also wanted to see how other people did in the exam.

I was stupid when I got the papers. This is the answer sheet of the computer-based test, and there is no correction on it. Except for Lao Yang who has the habit of writing everyone's scores on each paper by hand, the other teachers are very easy.

The Chinese teacher is Cheng Cui. She is a thin and small female teacher. She looks young. When she first came to teach the first class, she was angry and left several times because she couldn't control a few mischievous ones. After a long time, Even the best temper was worn out.

As soon as she stood on the podium, she knocked on the table, and the students who were in chaos fell silent, staring at her one by one with earnest eyes.

"As I expected, it's a vacation. Your grades." She clicked her tongue a few times, showing a little speechlessness. "I think that the previous semester was wasted, and it made me feel lonely."

Someone below couldn't help laughing, and was immediately arrested and criticized.

"What are you laughing at, Li Xing, stand up."

A black-skinned boy stood up shyly in the middle, obediently bowing his head while being scolded.

"You are a study committee member, I remember correctly." Cheng Cui was a little unbelievable, "Your words seem to have not been written in 800 years. Every stroke of your hand has its own thoughts, and the paper is full of crawling. .”

The whole class couldn't help laughing, seeing the black face turn red from the base of the ears.

"Sit down," Cheng Cui said angrily, "This time the average score of our class is [-]% lower than last semester, what is the concept? If you are low, reflect on how much you have regressed."

Lin You looked at the papers that were handed out, flipped through them casually, shook his chair, and stretched out his hand behind, "Show me your papers."

He remembered that Zhuo Jue's Chinese performance had always been very good.

But the palm of his hand was patted, his hand trembled, and he subconsciously curled up, when he heard the person behind him say, "I didn't send it."

Lin You subconsciously looked at the podium, and saw Cheng Cui shaking a paper, "This time, I want to focus on praising the new students." She looked at the names, "Student Zhuo Jue."

"Although it is said that Zhuo Jue came back from abroad to study, his Chinese skills, I would say without exaggeration, are better than all of you."

Someone is muttering something.

Cheng Cui has sharp ears, "I know that you are generally a little unconvinced by new classmates, but the fact is that it is like this. His understanding of classical Chinese and ancient poetry is very thorough, and his answers to reading questions are also very standardized. The world, you just don't want to spend time on it, don't you Lin You," She was caught off guard, and Lin You froze for a moment, feeling a little helpless.

"This time, the first student in the Chinese grade with a score of 124 is Zhuo Jue."

"Fuck..." The bottom is not calm, whispering to each other. Although it is a bit tactful, Zhuo Jue still feels that he has become a spotlight, and he can feel that all directions are looking at him with uneasy eyes.

Lin You turned around from the front and mouthed him.

Awesome.

At this time, someone asked tremblingly, "What about Mr. Cen?"

Mr. Cen...

Zhuo Jue thought, a name he had never heard of.

It was normal for him not to have heard of it, but he had an intuition that there was something special about this name.

Because he saw Zhou He turned his head to look at Lin You, and when Lin You faced him, the smile on his face gradually faded.