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Xu Changjia looked at the names one by one as they were handed out, lingering for a long time on Zhang Yuning, who was in first place. He looked through the names in each subject, from Chinese to English, and the string of perfect scores made him want to praise him. He was really amazing!
She continued reading and saw Zheng Ruoqian's name at number 12. He was also ranked 12th in the grade. Everyone here is really amazing.
She saw her name at number thirty-two, but didn't look closely. Continuing down, she saw Ou Liyao at number thirty-six, and her anxiety subsided.
There were fifty students in the class, and although the two of them were in the middle to lower ranks, they were not at the bottom.
Only then did he turn back to look at his own report card. He got 133 in Chinese and 135 in Zhang Yuning's Chinese. It was surprising that they were about the same in this subject. Suddenly, he felt that he wasn't so bad after all.
I got 89 in math, just one point short of passing. And it was taught by my homeroom teacher. I hope I won't be remembered by Teacher Wang for failing. I just heard that the class average for math was 94. She dragged the class down. Did she not even get the average? It seems I really need to ask them for help more often and put more effort into this.
As for the remaining subjects, she studied physics, chemistry, and biology day after day in Zhang Yuning's class. Although she didn't get very high scores, she managed to pass them all. She even got 67 points in physics, which she usually found incomprehensible. As for politics, history, and geography, she had been studying on her own since her rebirth, and she always got 70+ in each subject.
She felt a little excited, and so did the people around her.
Because class was still in session, the students could only secretly look at their report cards while doing their tests, and they didn't dare to be too outrageous. After looking at her own grade sheet, her deskmate Ou Liyao handed her her notebook directly.
I turned to the first page, and there was a drawing of a little person dancing, with the words: "Jiajia, can you see this? I passed all my subjects, even biology, which I always get sleepy in class, I got 61 points! I was so close, so very close to failing."
Just from these words, she could see Ou Liyao's joy, as if she were shouting "Ahhh!" in her ear.
I actually scored 751 points and ranked 80th. When I first entered the school, I barely made it into the top high school. I never thought that one day I could be ranked in the top 100 out of 500 people.
Jiajia, aren't I amazing?
Before she could even write anything in reply, she was poked in the back and handed a small note. She glanced up at Teacher Wang, who was sitting on the podium writing furiously, but her attention wasn't on them. She quickly reached out her right hand and took the note from behind her.
She tucked it into the notebook Ou Liyao handed her, then neatly wrote "Good" on it, and drew a small flower and a smiley face next to the dancing figure. It was crooked and twisted, but still legible.
He then flipped the math test paper over, handed the notebook back confidently, and began writing the questions.
Ou Liyao's excitement grew even stronger, and she almost shouted it out. She quickly wrote a line on the notebook with the small note tucked inside, and pretended to drop the pen, throwing it onto the table behind her.
At this point, the little note that Zhang Yuning had started writing had completed its internal circulation, spinning clockwise from his hand and returning to his hand.
The notebook read: "Thank you, Academic Superstar Zhang, for treating us good-for-nothing students to a late-night snack." Next to it was a drawing of a little figure kneeling and kowtowing in gratitude.
The long-awaited late-night snack finally got its chance to be served, but instead of the previously agreed-upon "students" treating the "teachers," it became a one-man show where the "teachers" treated the "students."
When the four cups of milk tea clinked together, it signaled the temporary end of their weekend book club life as a tutoring team.
After putting down her milk tea, Ou Liyao picked up a skewer of meat from the plate on the table and started munching on it. As soon as she finished eating, she spoke up, "During the last self-study session tonight, Old Wang talked to us about the subject selection form. Do you want to go for arts or sciences?"
The attention that had just been diverted by the barbecue in front of them instantly returned to her.
Before the three of them could speak, she continued guessing, "Don't say anything yet, let me guess."
She would order a piece of meat and then order a person's food, starting with their respected young teacher, Zhang Yuning.
"Zhang is a top student, a well-rounded talent, but with perfect scores in math, physics, and chemistry, I think he'll definitely choose science."
"Jiajia, you have such a good memory. There are no ancient poems or words you don't know. You can even remember things like historical events that are hard to understand. You should definitely choose humanities."
"Comrade Zheng, although you are good at Chinese, math and English, all scoring over 120, it seems that you still prefer science a little more. Even someone as serious and hardworking as you falls asleep in geography class, so you must not be very fond of humanities."
Her serious comments impressed the three men. As if they had planned it, they looked at each other and gave Ou Liyao a thumbs up, confirming that what she said was absolutely true.
When it comes to choosing a major, it's not enough for them to just want to study humanities or sciences. They also need to go home and discuss it with their parents. After both parents and children sign the subject selection intention form, it is submitted.
Therefore, the school gave them a week to resubmit the form, allowing them to take the form home over the weekend and show it to their parents along with their report cards.
Their homeroom teacher, Mr. Wang, said during evening self-study that this was only the first round of forms. After their midterm and final exams, a second confirmation form would be issued, and the whole class would take turns signing it to confirm whether they wanted to study humanities or science.
At that time, the semester will end, and after they have signed and confirmed the submission of the forms, the school will rank them separately according to their scores in arts and sciences, taking into account the scores of the two monthly exams, midterm exams, and final exams, and then assign them to classes.
On the day they are ranked separately, the school will give them a day off to pack their things and go home. They will also have to empty all their belongings from their dorm rooms. When they come back for the next semester, it will be like opening a blind box. How many familiar classmates they can get depends entirely on their luck and exam scores.
Xu Changjia chose liberal arts, so she naturally had no chance of being in the same class as them. She felt a little sad about being separated from them and didn't say anything. However, Zhang Yuning's words piqued her interest again.
"Brother Wen mentioned to me before that after the class division, the class will remain unchanged for the next three years, but the bottom and top students in each class will be adjusted appropriately based on the exam results."
This system seems to be something that didn't exist when she was studying in her previous life? Could it be that her arrival caused a series of butterfly effects?
He also said that after the class division next semester, there will be one experimental class, one advanced class, one key class, and one regular class for both arts and sciences. The whole grade will only have eight classes in total, which is a long-standing tradition of No. 1 Middle School.
As he spoke, he didn't notice the fleeting look of melancholy on Zheng Ruoqian's face as he sat next to him.
The other two people sitting opposite him were busy eating their kebabs and didn't notice anything different about him.
In the dead of night, he tossed and turned in bed, still not planning to tell his three best friends about his little secret. He thought he would tell them after he was sure, but wouldn't that be too late?
The silent night did not answer his question, but only reminded him that he had to get up early the next day to continue his classes.
Weekdays are always tough, but this week's classes have seen some minor changes since the start of the semester.
Each teacher entered the classroom carrying a stack of answer sheets. They would first praise Zhang Yuning, saying how well he answered the questions and that everyone should learn from him. They would also praise his clear problem-solving approach and complete steps. Such praise continued from Tuesday until Friday.
The last person to hand out the answer sheets was their Chinese teacher, Ms. Han. Because she hadn't read each student's essay one by one, she was a little slow in handing them out.
Besides praising Zhang Yuning, Teacher Han also took out three minutes to praise another person, which was something no one in the class expected.
Xu Changjia's essay was vivid, delicate, and full of emotion. Teacher Han specially checked and found that she got 46 out of 50 points. The high score made the whole class turn around to look at her frequently and remember her name and her.
She's that little girl who writes essays very well.
Even after class, many classmates would come up to her and ask what extracurricular books she read, and whether she collected any writing materials or anything like that...
One question after another was thrown at her, making her feel somewhat apprehensive and unsure how to answer.
Seeing that she was struggling to cope and that her voice was so soft that some people couldn't hear her, the three people next to her decided to help her reply to many classmates.
When she sat in the car that her parents had come to pick her up, she still felt like she was dreaming.
Is this really her?
She can write such a good essay, so why was she never praised by her Chinese teacher in her previous life?
Could it be that such a day would come for someone as ordinary as her?
She couldn't help but replay everything that had happened that day, thinking it over again, as if it were a dream, like living in a dream.
Her parents sat in the front passenger seat, watching her deep in thought, but didn't disturb her. They figured they could ask about her monthly exam results anytime; they'd just go home first.
As he pondered, Xu Changjia realized something was amiss: Zheng Ruoqian had been acting strangely these past few days!
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