Chapter 88 (Second Update)

88:

Rewind two hours, and the teachers in the office were still grading the midterm exam papers.

"This test was a bit difficult," the homeroom teacher said while grading math papers. "Most of them scored around 90, but there weren't any who got 100."

“Me too,” the English teacher said. “I get all the 80s and 90s, but none of the 100s. The error rate for the more difficult words is really high.”

"To get a perfect score, you need to know everything and be careful. These children are young and inevitably careless. Getting a score in the nineties is already pretty good."

"I've got it!" the homeroom teacher exclaimed with delight. "Speak of the devil, and he appears! There really is a perfect score of 100."

"Congratulations!"

"What are you congratulating me for? Who knows which class this student is in? You should congratulate their teacher."

"Maybe it's Pei Liang from your class~" the English teacher joked from the side.

The homeroom teacher laughed and thought it was indeed possible.

When she thought of Pei Liang, she couldn't help but think of Pei Liang's good friend, Ye Qingxi.

I wonder how the child did on the exam this time?

He had promised her he would do well on the exam, so hopefully he will do well.

"Wow!" Just then, the Chinese teacher suddenly exclaimed, "This child's picture writing is so good! It's on a completely different level from the other children. The word choice, the writing style, it's like a short essay. The metaphors and parallelism are also very well done."

"I can't even deduct points from his score," the Chinese teacher said, looking troubled.

Generally, she would deduct one or two points from the picture-writing section to encourage the children to keep trying, and also to let them know that language arts is different from math, and in most cases, it is impossible to get a perfect score in language arts.

However, the child in front of me wrote a picture-based story so well that it far exceeded the level expected of a first-grade student. How can we encourage him to keep up the good work?

Moreover, his handwriting is beautiful.

The Chinese teacher looked him over from every angle and concluded that, at a first-grade age, he had already reached his limit and there was no room for further improvement.

So, after some deliberation, the Chinese teacher ultimately gave her full marks.

"I must see who this is in a little while." After grading the papers, she deliberately kept this stack of papers, intending to open it herself later.

English teachers share this view.

English is not actually a compulsory subject for first graders.

Some primary schools will postpone English classes until the second or third grade.

However, since they are an international primary school, they place great emphasis on English. Children learn English as soon as they enroll, and they also read English during morning reading sessions.

But since it's not their native language, and six years old is still an age where they love to play, most children's English level is just average. Getting a score in the nineties is already considered excellent. So, it's quite surprising for the English teacher to suddenly find a perfect score of 100.

"This child must have been paying close attention in class," the English teacher remarked.

So, when all the first-grade test papers were graded, the teachers finally opened the test papers, sorted them by class, and prepared to enter the scores. The first thing all the teachers cared about was who these three children who got full marks in the three subjects were and which class they were in.

The homeroom teacher was the first to open the test paper and saw the words written in black and white: Grade: First Grade, Class 1, Name: Ye Qingxi.

head teacher:! ! !

The homeroom teacher was shocked: This is impossible! Ye Qingxi sleeps in class every day! He also fiddles with his watch from time to time to supervise his uncle's studies. How could he be the only student in the whole school to get a perfect score!

Did she make a mistake?

The other math teachers quickly complimented, "Wow, Mr. Wang, this is really one of your students! The handwriting is so neat and orderly. This child must be very well-behaved and diligent!"

Class teacher: ...You're quite well-behaved, and you're supposed to be serious... but you're really not serious at all QAQ

The homeroom teacher laughed heartily, his feelings complicated.

The Chinese teacher standing nearby felt a chill run down her spine when she saw the words "Ye Qingxi, Class 1, Grade 1".

Seriously? This handwriting looks exactly like that perfect 100-point test paper she just graded!

Thinking of this, she quickly found the stack of test papers she had left behind, opened them, and sure enough, eight large characters were clearly written on them: Class 1, Grade 1, Ye Qingxi.

The Chinese teacher exclaimed in surprise, "Teacher Wang, Ye Qingxi in your class is a genius! He got a perfect score in Chinese too!"

head teacher:? ? ? ! ! !

Ye Qingxi's Chinese teacher was the first to say, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Ye Qingxi never listens in Chinese class!"

Especially after PE class, when it was time for her Chinese class, Ye Qingxi would sleep through six out of ten classes. Because of this, she would often knock on Ye Qingxi's desk when she passed by, and would often call on him to answer questions. She even went to find Ye Qingxi after class to talk to him about it.

Ye Qingxi looked at her innocently, her voice soft and adorable: "But teacher, I really can't control myself, I can't help it."

He blinked his large, clear, watery eyes, his long eyelashes seeming to tell a story of his grievances. "How about we have Chinese class first and then PE class?"

Chinese teacher: ...Is this something she can decide?!

The Chinese teacher was at a loss with him and was also charmed by his obedient appearance, so she could only give him earnest lectures time and time again.

But now, he actually got a perfect score?

The Chinese language teacher walked through the crowd and asked, "Ms. Zhang, aren't you being lenient?"

"No," Teacher Zhang said. "Look for yourself, I've been very strict with the corrections. I've deducted points from all the students' picture-writing assignments, but I really can't deduct points from his. If I deduct points from this one, I'll feel bad for the child."

When the Chinese teacher took a look, wow, putting aside how the content was written, the handwriting was really beautiful, not at all like a dog's scratch.

She looked at the contents again, and then fell silent.

This paper was only graded by Teacher Zhang. If it were her, she would have given it 110 points. Is this the level of picture-based writing expected for a first grader?! It has a beginning and an end, idioms, metaphors, and even parallelism!

Chinese teacher: ...Heaven is my witness, she hasn't even taught metaphors and parallelism yet!

This is material for second and third grade!

"This Ye Qingxi is really amazing!" other teachers couldn't help but exclaim. "She excels in both Chinese and math. Teacher Wang, you're so lucky!"

"Yes, Teacher Wang, how come you never listen to such good children? All you hear you talk about are Pei Liang and Sun Xiaochen."

"I wonder how well this child did on their English test. They did so well in Chinese and math, their English must be pretty good too, right?"

“Impossible.” Ye Qingxi’s English teacher said with a smile, “English requires a lot of listening, memorizing and reciting, but what did he do? In the first English class this morning, he said he got up too early and was so sleepy that he fell asleep without realizing it.”

"During the last class this morning, English, he said he was hungry and sleepy, so he wanted to sleep too." The English teacher chuckled. "With that kind of attitude, how could he possibly learn anything well?"

After saying that, the English teacher looked down at the stack of English test papers she had specially kept, which contained the only perfect score. "To be honest, I don't know which English teacher was so lucky to have encountered the only perfect score in our grade. I'm so proud of them."

As she spoke, she unfolded the test paper, and then she saw the familiar class and name—Class 1, Grade 1, Ye Qingxi.

English teacher: ? ? ?

Other teachers: ...

"Teacher Chen, are you... proud?" someone asked softly.

English teacher: ...

The English teacher fell silent.

For a moment, all the teachers in the office burst into laughter.

"The lucky one is yourself!"

"Who are you calling lucky? Of course it's you, Teacher Chen!"

The English teacher was both amused and exasperated. "This can't be right. How could it be Ye Qingxi?"

But this is a test paper that she corrected herself, so she certainly wouldn't have made any mistakes, right?

This child... is truly unexpected.

Instantly, Ye Qingxi became a sensation among all the first-grade teachers!

Other teachers asked his homeroom teacher, Ms. Wang, his Chinese teacher, Ms. Sun, and his English teacher, Ms. Chen, with curiosity, "What does this child look like?"

The homeroom teacher showed them the photo. "He's really handsome. Some of you have seen him before. He came to the office after that fight incident; he's..."

She never expected that Ye Qingxi's grades would be just as good-looking as his face.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" one teacher exclaimed. "I wish it were in our class."

"Isn't that the child? The first place winner in the parent-child jigsaw puzzle relay. I was right there that day, and I thought their family was really smart!"

"Yes, yes, he also participated in the three-legged race with his dad and came in first place! He's good-looking, but his dad isn't."

“His dad is quite handsome,” one teacher retorted. “Both his parents are good-looking, and his dad looks exceptionally young, like he’s eighteen.”

“No, that’s not true.” The teacher who had seen Ye Qingxi participate in the parent-child jigsaw puzzle relay retorted, “His dad looks very serious, like a company boss, how could he look like he’s eighteen?”

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"Me too."

The only one who knew the truth couldn't help but speak up: "That's his uncle, his father, his younger uncle, but only one of them is his father."

"Huh?" the teachers exclaimed in surprise. "But his father is here, so what are his uncle and younger uncle doing here?"

"I don't know," the homeroom teacher said, just as she didn't know how Ye Qingxi, who slept in class every day and in every subject, could get 100 in every subject.

Could it be that they really hired a private tutor?

So what level has he reached in his studies?

The homeroom teacher couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where is he?"

With that in mind, the homeroom teacher was eager to find out more. She specifically searched online for a set of first-grade first-semester final exam papers, a set of first-grade second-semester mid-term exam papers, and finally, with a heavy heart, she also searched for a set of second-grade first-semester mid-term exam papers.

Then, they were mixed together and placed at the back, with a few questions from the first semester midterm exam at the beginning of the paper.

The homeroom teacher wondered how many points Ye Qingxi would get on this test. "She probably won't get a hundred this time," he thought.

What if... he still takes it?

The homeroom teacher thought, "Then he could definitely skip a grade!"

The homeroom teacher clicked print and printed out the test paper.

Ye Qingxi, of course, knew nothing about any of this.

He arrived at school as usual the next morning. Just as the morning reading bell rang, the Chinese teacher came into the classroom with the test papers.

"The midterm exam results are out. Our class did quite well this time, with the highest average score in the grade. Now I'll call your names, and everyone come up to get your test papers."

Ye Qingxi yawned and slumped onto the table.

The Chinese teacher standing on the podium: ...Well, their top student in the grade has slumped over again, ready to fall asleep again!

Why does he love sleeping so much?!

The Chinese teacher really didn't understand.

She called out each person's name and had them take their test papers one by one.

Zhong Yan was the first to receive her test paper, scoring 93 points.

Zhong Yan smiled and thought it was pretty good.

Kang Cong was second. When he received his score, he found that it was two points lower than Zhong Yan's, but still above 90 points, so he was quite satisfied.

Pei Liang proudly received 98 points, which amazed Zhong Yan and Kang Cong.

"Seriously, this is bad, his grandpa is going to show off again." Zhong Yan pouted.

Kang Cong also sighed, "Pei Liang will always be number one among us."

"I wonder how many points Xiaoxi will get on the exam. I hope Xiaoxi will score higher than him!" Zhong Yan said, tilting her head.

Kang Cong tilted his buttocks along with him, "That's right, that's right, it would be great if Xiao Xi could get a 99!"

Hearing their loud conspiracy, Pei Liang turned to Ye Qingxi and asked, "Qingxi, what score do you think you can get?"

Ye Qingxi shook her head. "I don't know either."

That's the truth. He's been out of first grade for so long, how could he possibly remember the grading standards from first grade?

However, it's highly unlikely that one can get a perfect score in Chinese, so Ye Qingxi estimated that she was either not as good as Pei Liang or the same as Pei Liang.

The probability of scoring 99 points, higher than Pei Liang's, is not high.

Very good, Ye Qingxi was very satisfied. Let him hide behind Pei Liang like this, and no one will notice him. He can live a peaceful life as an ordinary, slightly smarter, first-tier student, but not so outstanding.

Ye Qingxi waited happily for her exam paper.

As a result, Ye Qingxi waited and waited, until all the students' papers had been handed out, but the Chinese teacher still didn't call his name to go to the podium to collect his paper.

why is that?

Ye Qingxi thought to herself, "He probably didn't answer too badly, right?"

Just kidding, he's only in first grade! How could he possibly do badly?

Did he lose his exam paper?

Ye Qingxi craned her neck to look and saw what appeared to be an exam paper on the podium.

Is it his?

Why not call his name and let him go pick it up?

As he was lost in thought, he heard his Chinese teacher say, "There's one more test paper I haven't handed out yet, because the picture-writing section on this test paper was just too good!"

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ? !!!

Ye Qingxi had a sudden, inexplicable premonition that something terrible was about to happen.

"Ye Qingxi." The Chinese teacher finally called his name.

Ye Qingxi stood up, feeling increasingly uneasy, and walked nervously to the podium.

Then he heard the Chinese teacher say, "Ye Qingxi got the only perfect score of 100 in the whole school in this midterm exam. He didn't lose a single point even in the picture-writing section. Let's all applaud him."

Ye Qingxi: !!! No way!

What does it mean to be unique? A perfect 100!

Is this appropriate?!

Is that reasonable?!

Kang Cong and Zhong Yan immediately took the lead in applauding!

The applause was so enthusiastic, it was as if he had won the Nobel Prize in Literature!

Ye Qingxi: ...This is not what he wanted!

Save him!

Save him!

Pei Liang! What's wrong with you!

Why did you only get 98 points?!

Why? !

Ye Qingxi roared inwardly!

Pei Liang clapped enthusiastically: That's amazing! No wonder you're his good friend!

Ye Qingxi is amazing!

He is no longer a lone wolf!

Ye Qingxi! Well done!

Hearing the applause from below the stage, Ye Qingxi felt utterly hopeless.

Then he heard words that made him even more heartbroken: "Now, let's have Ye Qingxi read his picture-writing exercise with feeling. Everyone listen carefully, learn from him, and strive to write as well as him next time."

After she finished speaking, she turned to Ye Qingxi and said, "Xiaoxi, stand in the middle and read your picture-writing exercise aloud with feeling so that everyone can learn from it."

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ? ?

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi felt like she couldn't walk anymore.

What does it mean to read aloud with feeling?!

And it was so loud!

Aaaaaaah!

That's not what he imagined!

That's not how it works!

Ye Qingxi was on the verge of tears. Help him! Someone, please help him!