In the following half month, Jiang Chen went to the hospital twice more, and the answer he got was still that there was no such person as Shi Fengyue. Despite this, he was not in a hurry and arranged his schedule very tightly every day. Except for going to the hospital to look for someone on weekend mornings and accompanying his parents for a walk in the park, he used the rest of the time to study and familiarize himself with the current textbooks.
Time will never let down those who work hard.
On the eve of the monthly exam, Jiang Chen had already familiarized himself with the science textbooks from the first to the second year of high school, and had completely distinguished the current formulas from those learned during the interstellar period. When doing questions, he no longer needed to convert the formulas in his mind, and his writing was fluent and natural.
Monthly exam on Monday, April 2nd.
Today Yang Si is going to take Jiang Zhuo to the hospital for a follow-up check-up, and he called Jiang Zhuo's friend for help early in the morning. Knowing that Jiang Chen has a monthly exam today, Yang Si did not wake him up. He left a note and twenty yuan on the table and asked him to have breakfast outside.
When Jiang Chen got up, no one was home. After seeing the money on the table, he sighed helplessly, and his heart felt warm.
It was always like this. No matter how difficult the family was, Yang Si never owed him a penny, and was very generous with his spending. For example, now, ordinary people could have a full breakfast with five or six yuan, or as little as one or two yuan, but Yang Si gave him twenty yuan, which was almost enough for Jiang Chen to eat for a week.
He took the money and went out. It was still early, so he walked to school and planned to eat something at a breakfast shop along the street.
There are many breakfast shops at the entrance of the community, but Jiang Chen did not stop there. Instead, he turned at the street in front of the school, bypassed the outer perimeter of high-rise apartments which were rare in this era, and stopped in front of a pancake shop.
This pancake shop is doing very good business, with old people, students and young people lining up, and it is bustling with the atmosphere of a market.
Jiang Chen walked to the end of the line, roughly calculated the number of people and the boss's speed, and after making sure he would not be late, he recited the classical Chinese text in his mind.
Back to the first life, Chinese and English became Jiang Chen's weak points. After two lives, the Chinese texts and poems had long been blurred. Fortunately, he had a good memory and could memorize them after reading them a few times. Only the classical Chinese required some effort, and English was more difficult. Counting the time alone, he had not come into contact with this thing for nearly 30 years. He did not need to use it after graduating from the first life. In the interstellar age, there were optical computers that automatically converted the languages of various races, so there was no need to study too much.
At this time, Jiang Chen was extremely grateful for his super memory for three consecutive lifetimes.
Just when he finished consolidating the classical Chinese and was about to recite the words, Jiang Chen felt someone standing behind him. He didn't pay attention and continued to recite his words.
The line gradually became shorter, and soon there were only two people in front of Jiang Chen. He leaned down to look at the flavors of the pancakes in the frame, and when he was about to stand up straight, he found that his heel seemed to have accidentally stepped on the person behind him.
He immediately turned around and apologized: "I'm sorry."
Not hearing any response, Jiang Chen couldn't help but raise his head. The man he saw had dark eyebrows and fair skin. His face showed seven parts of impatience and three parts of irritation. He was pinching his nose and looking down at him.
"Sorry." Jiang Chen apologized again: "I accidentally stepped on you."
The man put down his hands and tilted his head slightly. His dark hair fell on his forehead, and his entire face that was not blocked by his hands was exposed to the sun. He looked handsome and sharp, very handsome and impactful, and seemed difficult to get along with.
"Apologize?" The man's voice was low and light, with a metallic magnetism and a casual sexiness.
Jiang Chen smiled politely: "I'm sorry for stepping on you."
The man said nothing, just crossed his arms and looked at him.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds. The first two people had already bought their food. Jiang Chen nodded to the man, took a step forward, and quickly bought the sesame cakes he wanted.
Just as he was about to leave, he felt someone grabbing his schoolbag from behind.
The man stared at the pancake frame and reported slowly: "One sesame pancake, two sugar-coated pancakes, two screw-shaped pancakes, and a cup of sweet soybean milk."
Jiang Chen turned his head and saw the man taking a bag of sesame cakes and a cup of sweet soy milk from the aunt. He drank the soy milk slowly and narrowed his eyes slightly, like a sated feline.
Noticing Jiang Chen's gaze, the man nodded his chin, motioning Jiang Chen to look down. He raised his left foot and shook it, leaving a gray shoe print on his brand new sneakers.
Jiang Chen retracted his gaze and asked the proprietress of the pancake shop: "Auntie, how much is his total?"
"Six."
Jiang Chen gave the money and the man let go.
"I'm sorry for getting your shoes dirty." Jiang Chen said, "If you can't clean them, you can come to see me in Class 1, Grade 1, No. 1 Middle School. My name is Jiang Chen, and I will pay for the shoes when the time comes."
Jiang Chen had no expertise in shoes, but this pair of shoes happened to have been shown to him by Shen Xu before, and the price in the magazine was over two thousand.
The man was drinking soy milk. Hearing this, he raised the sesame cake in his hand and said, "You have already paid for it."
Jiang Chen nodded and said, "Thank you. I'll go to school now. Bye."
The man nodded lazily and turned to enter the nearby community.
There are still twenty minutes left before the exam at the No. 1 Middle School in the city. Because it is a monthly exam for the whole school, morning self-study and physical exercises have been cancelled.
At this time, the class was very quiet. Most of the students were doing exercises, while others were reviewing and consolidating their knowledge. When Jiang Chen passed by Shen Xu's seat, he was scratching his head and cramming for an exam, and he didn't even notice when Jiang Chen walked past him.
Twenty minutes later, the exam bell rang and the entire teaching building fell silent.
Jiang Chen calmed down, quickly glanced at the test paper, picked up the pen and started answering the questions without thinking.
During several exams, the invigilator would pass by and stop beside him for a few seconds, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Although an exam is going on here, the teacher's office is quite busy in the afternoon.
The teachers in the second grade group who did not need to supervise the exams gathered in the office on the fourth floor. Some were discussing the difficulty of this monthly exam, and some were guessing who would be the top ten in age in this exam.
"This time, Chen Zhixin is still first in the liberal arts, there's no doubt about it. The harder part is the science."
"Yang Yifan, she has been pretty stable. She was only nine points behind Jiang Chen in the final exam last semester. She has improved a lot compared to before. She also ranked first in the monthly exam at the beginning of the semester."
"Yang Yifan is indeed a possibility."
"It could also be Tang Qixun. Tang Qixun was only three points behind Yang Yifan in the first-term monthly exam. Moreover, the science questions this time were quite difficult. Yang Yifan did a steady job, but she tended to lose points every time she encountered a complex question."
"I still think it's Yang Yifan. Yang Yifan is hardworking. She will think over a question hundreds of times if she gets it wrong. Your question this time may not be difficult for her."
The science teachers were discussing heatedly, and a different voice rang out: "I think it was Jiang Chen."
Someone agreed: "Jiang Chen is indeed possible. He has been studying much better recently. He is completely different from when school started."
"I don't think it's Jiang Chen." A teacher shook his head. "It's not that I doubt his ability. The whole No. 1 Middle School knows that he has good grades. But what happened in his family recently, hey... It's hard for me, an adult, to adjust to it, let alone him, a child."
After the teacher finished speaking, the office was silent for a few seconds.
The young male teacher felt that the atmosphere was not good. He turned to look at Zhang Jian who was tidying up the desk and asked with a smile: "Teacher Zhang, Jiang Chen is your student. How do you think he is doing recently? Is it possible for him to return to his previous level?"
Zhang Jian didn't even raise his head, but kept searching on the table. He said as he searched, "I don't think he's in a good state. I saw him absent-minded several times. Sometimes he was even reading something irrelevant to the class. He's already a sophomore. I don't know what he's thinking. As the class teacher, I said a few words to him before, and he even glared at me in front of the principal. I don't dare to control or guess about this student."
Hearing what Zhang Jian said, the other teachers looked at each other, with a hint of embarrassment on their faces.
All the teachers present knew that Zhang Jian was called to the principal's office on the 10th of this month. Not only that, the principal also criticized Zhang Jian at the mid-month meeting, saying that he did not pay attention to the students' mental health, and told him not to teach students based on personal interests in the future.
This was the harshest thing the principal had ever said, and it was directed at a certain brand, Zhang Jian. Everyone present knew that behind Zhang Jian stood Vice Principal Sun. No one had ever dared to offend him or speak harshly to him before, and it was because of this that no one had ever dared to do so. Unexpectedly, the principal had directly torn apart his dignity.
Therefore, Zhang Jian said in the office several times that Jiang Chen was disobedient and violated rules and regulations, but he said one thing to his face and another behind his back, and the other teachers just pretended not to hear it.
But I didn't expect that more than half a month has passed and he still hasn't let go of this matter.
The teachers present all had their own thoughts in their minds, but they all had a deeper understanding of Zhang Jian's vindictiveness, and they also knew that it was not appropriate to continue this topic at this time.
A teacher changed the subject dryly: "Teacher Zhang, you were looking for something on the table just now, what were you looking for?"
Zhang Jian stopped and frowned, "The monthly exam paper I put in the drawer is gone. I don't know where it went."
"Well, if they're gone, then they're gone." The teacher smiled, trying to ease the atmosphere: "They're just a few papers, not midterm or final exam papers, so it's no big deal if they're gone."
"That won't do." Zhang Jian raised his head and said, "If a student steals the test papers here in order to get a good grade, wouldn't that be unfair to other students?"
The teacher's smile froze, he touched his nose, smiled awkwardly and nodded: "That's right."
Zhang Jian turned his chair and faced the teachers. He scanned them one by one and said, "We can't let this go easily. I want to see who is so bold as to steal the test paper in my office!"
The other teachers were stunned, exchanged glances, and waited for his next words.
As expected, Zhang Jian continued, "These students are already lawless. We can't let them learn a lesson unless we catch them in the act. The one who stole the test paper certainly doesn't have time to transfer it. Let's go to the classroom and search it now. It will be too late after school."
"That's not good. The students are taking exams..."
"Is it more serious to encourage cheating or to interrupt the exam?" Yang Jian said with a sullen face, "If we encourage cheating, students will not attend classes or review, but will run to the office to steal the test papers. Whoever steals the papers will be the first. Then, will our school be able to continue to operate? Will we as teachers still be able to teach our students?"
"This..." The young male teacher at the beginning said, "It's not that serious."
"You've just become a teacher and have no experience. You don't know the seriousness of this matter." Zhang Jian stood up suddenly and said without allowing any objection: "This exam is almost over. Let's go and catch the perpetrators red-handed now! I'll set an example and start with our class!"
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