Chapter 12: No Sex Although there were some adjustments to the 2007 Guangdong East College Entrance Examination model, it is still a 3+2 model, with a full score of 150 for each subject and a total score of 750. Even the file division is simple and crude: Those with 550 or above can read one book. If your score is above 600, you can get into a 985 university, and you can almost choose any 211 university. With a score above 650, you have reached the top level and can aim for the top 2 universities, Peking University and Tsinghua University. If your score is around 700, you can choose any school and any major in the country. Chen's score of 654 in the first mock exam allowed him to jump from "guaranteed admission to Huazhong University of Science and Technology and a sprint to Sun Yat-sen University" to a score that would allow him to sprint to Peking University. No wonder Da Huang couldn't accept it as if he had accidentally eaten shit. Originally there was only a small gap of about 10 points between the two brothers, but now it has become a huge gap of a whole level. Huang Baihan, who was smiling when handing out the English test papers, now felt as if a stone was pressing on his chest. He said to Chen in a muffled voice: "Let me see your Chinese test paper." In fact, the smile didn't disappear, it just shifted. However, Chen Zhe didn't have the heart to irritate his best friend any more, so he obediently handed over the test paper: "Yes~" Just as he was about to comfort Da Huang, Yin Yanqiu, the head teacher who had just distributed all the test papers, suddenly came up to Chen Zhe in her high-heeled leather shoes and tapped the desk with her knuckles: "Come with me to the office."

Chen Zhu was not surprised. This kind of extraordinary progress really required some understanding of the situation. The office was very busy. There was a student standing in front of almost all the teachers' desks, probably because they had performed poorly in the mock exam. In fact, students who can be interviewed by teachers still have a chance to be saved. After all, "interviewing" means sacrificing the teacher's own time and energy. If a student gets zero points, the teacher won’t say anything, which basically means he or she has given up on the student. Yin Yanqiu sat on the chair. She first took two sips of the tangerine peel water in the thermos cup leisurely, and then slowly combed her hair. Chen Zhuo stood at the corner of the table. These middle-aged backbone teachers not only understand health preservation, but are also accustomed to treating students as air. After all the procedures were completed, Yin Yanqiu coughed and said, "Chen Zhe, your Chinese grades have improved a lot this time. Several Chinese teachers in the grade find it incredible, but they don't know why." At this point, she suddenly smiled and said, "Luckily it was Chinese. If it was math, physics, or chemistry, I would have thought you were cheating." Chen Zhuo pursed his lips and said, "Teacher, I didn't cheat." Although I have been reborn, the knowledge in my mind is accumulated by myself. How can this be called cheating? "Of course I know!" Unexpectedly, Yin Yanqiu trusted Chen Zhuo more than he trusted himself. She said confidently, "I have been your class teacher for three years. How could I not understand your character? I just want to ask if you have any good ways to improve Chinese. Share them with the students at the mobilization meeting." "what?" Chen felt that the teacher's words expressed several layers of meaning, and he was a little slow to react. "Oh, I mean" Yin Yanqiu took another sip from the thermos cup and said comfortably, "The mobilization meeting for the oath of allegiance will be held next Sunday. The school plans to hold the summary meeting of the first mock exam together. I plan to let you speak, mainly to talk about your experience in improving your Chinese language skills." Chen was stunned for a moment: "Only the top ten in the grade can go on stage to share their learning experiences." Chen Zhe's grades used to be around 20th in the grade, which was not bad, but it was definitely not his turn to give orders in front of everyone. Yin Yanqiu didn't say anything this time, but handed over a mock test ranking. Chen Zhuo: Total score 654, 4th in the class, 8th in the grade.

The top student in the class is the class monitor Deng Qian, a thin and petite girl. In fact, Deng Qian could have been admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University. She even passed the assessments of these two schools. However, she was not satisfied with the majors she was recommended to, so she refused the admission and planned to take the exams on her own. As far as I can remember, she ended up going to Tsinghua University. The second in the class is the student council member Kang Liangsong, the third is Song Shiwei, and the fourth is myself. Chen wanted to check Huang Baihan's ranking, but it turned out that this boy was ranked outside the top fifteen in the class, so he didn't even catch a glimpse of him. "I didn't expect that I would be able to become a school celebrity even though I'm about to graduate." Chen thought to himself. In general high school campuses, there are several criteria for judging "popular people": One is that your grades are so good that all the teachers and students in the school know you. Only those few geniuses who often go on stage to share their learning experiences can do this. The second type is those who come from wealthy families, or who can play one or two musical instruments, or who can sing very well... If we expand the scope a little bit, Li Jianming can probably be considered a celebrity. The whole school knew that he was pestering Song Shiwei. So, being a campus celebrity doesn’t necessarily mean that someone will have a bright future, but they just have well-known characteristics on the high school campus. Seeing Chen Zhuo was silent, class teacher Yin Yanqiu, who thought she knew "this introverted and honest boy" very well, thought Chen Zhuo was afraid and stage fright, so she gently comforted him: "Don't have any psychological burden, just go on stage and talk to your classmates about your learning experience." Chen looked at the head teacher strangely and thought that this was a bit of a disdain for me. I have given many reports at the provincial industry standardization conferences. Why should I have any psychological burden bragging to a bunch of high school students? Yin Yanqiu called Chen Zhe over mainly for this matter, and after she finished speaking, she was ready to let him go back to the classroom. However, just as Chen Zhuo walked to the door of the office, he suddenly heard Yin Yanqiu calling from behind: "Wait..." Chen turned around. "Since you have made such great progress in Chinese, is it possible that you can improve in English..." There was suddenly a kind of excitement and even "rubbing hands like flies" anticipation on Yin Yanqiu's usually serious and dignified face, and Chen Zhe instantly understood what she meant. "Teacher Yin, the time I have left is only enough to improve my Chinese and maintain my grades in math, physics and chemistry." Chen said honestly. If I had been admitted into the foreign affairs department, my Chinese and English might have improved due to the working environment. Now, apart from the remaining English knowledge in my mind, the only thing I am familiar with is the four letters "cpdd". ······ After returning to the classroom, Chen Zhuo once again felt everyone's "burning" gazes on him. The difference from the last time when they stood up for Song Shiwei was that this time there was something more complicated in the classmates' eyes. After all, everything in the experimental class was performance-oriented. This is a bit like the sect competition in fantasy novels, where a disciple who was only at the "Golden Core Realm" in the past suddenly broke out and defeated several "Nascent Soul Ancestors", subverting the original ranking order. "Where's my Chinese test paper?" After Chen Zhuo sat down, he planned to look at the wrong questions in each subject, but he found that the Chinese test paper on the table had disappeared, and Huang Baihan also didn't have it in his hand. Huang Baihan nodded and pointed to the students in the front row.

"Liu Han, give me back my test paper." Chen pointed his index finger at the girl in the front row, deliberately avoiding the two obvious narrow bands on her back. Liu Han turned her head. She was the kind of girl who didn't care about her appearance and figure and was focused on studying. She was usually among the top five in the class in previous exams. Unexpectedly, this time Chen Zhe emerged as a dark horse and directly squeezed her out. "I just took a look at your paper, and I feel that your answers to some of the poetry interpretations were not accurate. You shouldn't have gotten such a high score." Liu Han's face was full of dissatisfaction. These top students with excellent academic performance speak very directly and do not know how to be tactful at all. Chen Zhuo didn't argue with her, knowing that he had pushed her out. Liu Han couldn't accept it for a moment, so he just shrugged and said, "You're not the author, how do you know that my analysis is incorrect?" Liu Han was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "If it's different from the reference answer, it's wrong." Chen Zhuo smiled and said: "Chinese is not like mathematics. 1 is 1 and 2 is 2. Chinese should not have accurate answers. Otherwise, how can there be a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people?" "But……" Liu Han continued to argue. Chen Zhuo didn't have the heart to quarrel now. He just wanted to get rid of Liu Han, so he took out a piece of draft paper and said, "I know you are very dissatisfied that you didn't beat me in the Chinese test, but the test results cannot be changed. Why don't we PK in private?" "How to PK?" Liu Han was a little curious. "I will only write three idioms. If you can answer them successfully, I will admit that I am not as good as you." Chen said calmly. "Really?" Liu Han felt that with his common sense, there should be no idioms he didn't know, so he agreed: "Then write it quickly." Chen scribbled a few words on the draft paper. Liu Han only took a glance at it and immediately turned around with a blush, not wanting to bother him anymore. Chen Zhuo couldn't help but chuckle: "I am really a master of success. With just three sentences, I can make a woman give me 180 million..." "What did you write?" Huang Baihan, who was originally feeling depressed, also grabbed the draft paper out of curiosity and saw the following: Clamp □□ rod; □□Pressing; Hole □□. "Hold!" Huang Baihan also blushed instantly, and spat and said, "You are a hooligan." "How am I a hooligan?" Chen Zhuo felt very aggrieved: "With a gun and a stick, pressing step by step, and smoke without a smoke screen are all idioms in the dictionary. Are you thinking the wrong way and blaming me for being indecent?"

Huang Baihan was stunned for a moment. It seemed so. Then why was his first reaction, was... "Da Huang, you can't be so lewd." Chen warned with a smile. ······ (Please give me a monthly ticket and recommend. Thank you for your support.) (End of this chapter)