Yang Jing held the paper and talked for five minutes. When she looked up, she found that the sick man was turning a pen, a ruler, and an eraser with his head up. Anyway, there is nothing he can't turn around that he can get.
This is probably a common problem for teenage boys.
She took a few glances and finally remembered: "Sheng Wang?"
"Huh?" The person named held down the pen.
"I almost forgot, do you have no papers to read?" Yang Jing said.
Sheng Wang smiled dryly, thinking in his heart that you were almost, you just forgot.
Yang Jing used to requisition Qi Jiahao's papers before, and never had to worry about after-sales. Qi Jiahao would move his stool and look at it with the classmates next to him, just bring a pen and a notebook.
The students in Class A are divided into two factions, one is the faction of "check the answers everywhere after the test", and the other is the faction of "you die after the test". Qi Jiahao belongs to the former.
The members of this faction have the ability to "remember the memory". As long as the questions they have done by themselves, they can recite the procedures and answers, including the composition. It is a piece of cake to memorize practice papers with multiple choice topics like English.
So even if he is looking at someone else's paper, Qi Jiahao knows which questions he is right and which is wrong, so he just needs to write them down in time.
As for Shengwang...
At a glance, you can tell that it is a "die after the test" faction.
Yang Jing couldn't see that the students were idle, even if they answered correctly. So she raised her chin and instructed Sheng Wang to say, "Find someone to take a look."
Sheng Wang said "Oh".
Isn't it easy to find someone to watch? He stood up and moved forward with a chair in his hand. But I heard Yang Jing add: "Move the chair to the back and make do with Jiang Tian, okay?"
no.
Sheng Wangxin said that the guy in the back still owed me a beating, and he didn't want to make do with it.
But Yang Jing's reason is very good: "I guess you and Jiang Tian are about the same rate of correctness, just make do with it. As for Gao Tianyang...you should save him some face, ah."
Sister Jing must be scolded by Gao Tianyang in class.
Sheng Wang dragged his chair to the back row and sat on Jiang Tian's right. Although he didn't remember his answer, he pretended to bring a pen.
At first, he was still restrained, sitting a foot away from the table and leaning over to read the papers.
Jiang Tian glanced at him several times, but finally he couldn't hold back and said, "Are there any nails on the table stabbing you?"
"No." Sheng Wang replied absentmindedly. After another two seconds, he realized that the other party was mocking his sitting position.
Sheng Wang squinted at him and moved his chair forward.
One has two and three. In the next five minutes, Sheng Wang moved and moved, and soon both hands were on the table.
Yang Jing's speed in speaking is not slow, but after all, there are three papers with 150 questions. People with many wrong questions are really busy, while those with few wrong questions are very boring.
Because of his illness, Sheng Wang was already dizzy, and because Jiang Tian's papers could hardly be wrong, he felt sleepy after listening for a while. The lower and lower the whole person is, the larger the area occupied by the arm is.
With his hands on his chin, he nodded twice to the left and twice to the right while dozing off. Suddenly, his arm slipped and his forearm touched another person. The warm body temperature was transmitted against the skin, Sheng Wang stared at him for a moment, and a shocking spirit woke up.
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, it is always easy to be embarrassed. A certain sentence, a certain look, a certain contact will make people restrained, and they do not know the reason or the reason.
Sheng Wang shrank his elbow, Jiang Tian also changed his movements, and the arm that was close to him simply took off the table.
The other party avoids it too obviously, and the young master is a little unhappy again, thinking that touching it will poison you? Let it go so fast.
Yang Jing happened to be talking about the end of the second paper, and Sheng Wang, who was so uncomfortable, finally picked a wrong question.
He finally found something to do, took off the cap of the pen and crossed the paper, corrected it skillfully, and took a row of notes.
Sheng Wang drew a big and handsome tail for the last G. When he finished drawing, he looked up and saw Jiang Tian staring at him with a red pen, his expression was very indescribable.
Sheng Wang: "Why, your tooth hurts?"
Jiang Tian said, "My paper."
Sheng Wang: "..."
He lowered his eyes to look at the paper, the dog crawling character was out of place, so it was striking, with a strong sense of presence, and it floated up obliquely.
Sheng Wang embarrassedly put on the cap of the pen, "Oh". Because of his illness, his appearance is very deceptive, and when he lowers his eyes, he will show a trace of loneliness.
But in essence, it was just a bored daze.
He stayed for a few seconds when he suddenly heard a light "sand" sound on the desktop. Looking up, the paper that was pushed out actually came back in front of him.
Jiang Tian threw the red pen to the table, leaned back on the back of the chair, and looked like he had given up listening to the lecture.
He took out an English competition question bank from the table, and without looking up, he said to Sheng Wang, "Write it down so you don't panic."
Yang Jing managed her time very well, and she just finished all the topics in two classes.
Sheng Wangxun condescendingly helped Jiang Xie to make corrections, and gave him a score. 5 of the 150 questions are wrong, which is converted into a full score of 120, and only 4 points will be deducted in total.
Jiang Tian finished brushing a page of competition questions, and after correcting the answers, he folded a corner on the page. He looked up from the book and saw a bright red number on the front of his practice paper: 116.
You don't need to look to know whose hand this ugly thing came from. Jiang Tian pursed his lips and averted his eyes, took away the red pen that Sheng Wang had stolen, and made a gesture to the front table, asking him to get out.
Sheng Wang dragged his chair back to his seat, while Yang Jing was summarizing his speech. She took out her red pen, crouched on the podium and gave Shengwang the approval of the papers, while swiping it, she said, "Overall, I did well, but I made seven or eight mistakes. In the official exam, the correct rate is still good. But it's still a long way from the top."
The classmates in the class shrank their necks. As far as this difficulty is concerned, only seven or eight mistakes have been made. At least they can be ranked in the top five in class A.
Yang Jing put away the red pen, and Qi Jiahao, the representative of the court class, raised his chin and asked, "How about you, how many mistakes?"
Qi Jiahao looked away from Shengwang, smiled at the teacher and said, "Four ways."
"Oh." Yang Jing asked again, "Where's Jiang Tian?"
"Five."
"good."
Qi Jiahao raised his eyebrows and sat up straight. Yang Jing glanced at him and said to everyone, "I'll go to print some papers in a while, and the class representative will remember to go to the office in the afternoon to pick up today's homework. Okay, get out of class is over."
As soon as the bell rang, Gao Tianyang turned his head and said to Sheng Wang with his papers, "That's not right!"
Sheng Wang was about to resume his sleep when he heard the words and asked perfunctorily, "What's wrong?"
Gao Tianyang said, "How can you be wrong?"
Sheng Wang didn't care too much: "Didn't Sister Jing say it?"
"I copied you all 150 times, and I just finished matching it with the awards. There are seven or eight points right. You are so awesome—" Gao Tianyang wanted to continue, when he suddenly heard high heels approaching behind him.
He turned his head and saw that Yang Jing was walking towards this side with Sheng Wang's paper, the guy suddenly lost his voice, winked at Sheng Wang, and sat back honestly.
"Here - for you." Yang Jing slapped the paper on the table.
Sheng Wang took it over and took a look, and saw three long ticks on the three pieces of paper, but not a single cross.
All right?
Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment, and finally understood the reason for Gao Tianyang's shouting.
But since he was all right, why did Yang Jing say that he was wrong?
Just wondering, Yang Jing patted him on the shoulder and said, "Take advantage of the big break, come to the office with me."
The large class break in the attached middle school is after two classes in the morning, a total of 30 minutes. On Mondays, the flag-raising, criticism and fighting meetings are held, Tuesday to Friday are running exercises, and two days on weekends are free activities.
This day's big class break is not beautiful, and the thunderous thunder rolled in the morning, and finally turned into a downpour. Running and operating is useless, and these 30 minutes have become free time. The school life upstairs and downstairs is like a mouse entering a rice tank, making fun and madness, attracting several teachers to chase out for training.
When Sheng Wang entered the office, there was only Yang Jing in it.
She sat down at the desk, stretched out her feet and hooked up a square stool, and said to Sheng Wang, "Sit down."
"Have you seen the results of the practice papers?" Yang Jing asked.
Sheng Wang nodded: "I see clearly."
"Are you wondering? It's a perfect score, but I say you're wrong. Are you depressed?"
"Tell me the truth?"
"Otherwise?" Yang Jing said angrily.
Sheng Wang said, "Then I won't be depressed. Why don't I copy a few wrong questions. Why am I depressed?"
Yang Jing raised her eyebrows to look at him, and suddenly laughed again. When she raised her eyebrows, she had a domineering feeling, but when she smiled, she said the opposite: "Okay, this mental quality is fine. Then do you know why I say you are wrong?"
Outside the window, several students whizzed past, chasing and running to the toilet.
Sheng Wang glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, thought for a while and said, "Almost know."
Yang Jing was a little surprised: "You know? Let me hear it."
"I've just been transferred for a few days, and I haven't been integrated into this class yet, so I have a good relationship with Gao Tianyang and..." Sheng Wang froze for a while.
"And what?" Yang Jing asked.
"No, it's almost Gao Tianyang. But the relationship is good because he is familiar and easy to get along with, it does not mean that I am accepted by this class. In fact, most of my classmates look at me like outsiders, just like watching the fun. If I If the test is too bad, it will be out of place in this class. If the test is too good, it will occupy some of the classmates' positions, and it will be rejected. So it is best to be worthy of class A but not to stand out. Right teacher?"
Yang Jing was stunned for a moment, then looked at him seriously again: "I can't see it, you still think about this?"
Sheng Wang sniffed: "No, I just thought about it."
"Okay, that's what it means." Yang Jing said, "The ecology of the intensive class is simple and simple, and complicated and complicated. Because the level is similar, there are many friends who cherish each other, but there is competition among friends. Most of the classmates are quite simple, but some are too competitive and will be more defensive."
Sheng Wang nodded.
Yang Jing added: "I have talked with Lao He and Lao Wu. You have three courses that are behind schedule, so you can't help asking your classmates for help. If it arouses some people's defensiveness, it may be difficult for you. Get help. So, like you just said, it's best to stay in a good but not envious state. Like the paper just now, you know how good you are, just keep it a little bit in front of others Strength, keep a low profile, what do you think?"
Sheng Wang laughed dryly: "I think you're right, but—"
Yang Jing: "But what?"
Sheng Wang gave a "uh" and said, "The set of papers just now may not be able to keep a low profile."
Yang Jing: "Huh?"
"It was passed on by my classmates before class."
"Several people?"
Sheng Wang recalled Gao Tianyang's radiation range and made a conservative estimate: "Twelve or twelve."
"..."
Yang Jing suffocated for a while, thinking that she had blinded the old lady's mind in vain.
Sure enough, in a big break, the whole class knew that Shengwang English Paper got full marks for 150 questions.
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