The private school teachers are very efficient. After the exams on Thursday and Friday last week, they handed out the answer sheets on Monday.

The first class was math class. The math teacher was middle-aged, with a round face, a slightly high hairline, and a bald head. He always wore a lapel shirt, dark pants, and a belt that showed his fat belly. He looked very kind, but in fact, the students privately called him "Li Baopi".

Because he had a particularly fatal operation. After each exam, he would report the scores of each student when handing out the test papers. He would report the high scores and the low scores in public. If someone only scored 20 or 30 points, then it was over. Not only would he report it once, but he would also display the person's test paper in the classroom.

This practice disgusted many students and hurt their self-esteem, but Li Baopi was really capable. The average math score of the students he taught was much higher than that of other classes, the highest among non-elite classes. Therefore, even if parents came to complain, the school would at most give suggestions, suggesting that their children be transferred to other classes, but no parents have really transferred their children to other classes so far.

Li Zuocong approached the classroom with the ringing of the bell, and the students saw the corrected test papers in his hand and sighed.

Teacher Li smiled like Maitreya Buddha, "Students, we had the second monthly exam last week, and the results are out. I'm sure everyone feels that this exam is a little more difficult than the last one."

"More than a little!"

"It's simply not something a human can do."

"Yes, teacher, look at me, I'm exhausted from doing the questions." These meaningful words caused a small burst of laughter in the classroom.

Li Zuocong smiled and watched them make a fuss. When everyone quieted down, he said, "It is a little difficult, but it is also within a reasonable range. If it is really that difficult, how did others get more than 140 points?"

Someone in the class shouted, "Teacher, you can't compare us with the elite class."

"That's right, they are top students, and we are all poor students. We can't compare."

"Who said it was the elite class? I'm talking about the students in our class." Li Zuocong said with a smile.

"Our class?" The classroom suddenly became noisy, "Impossible!"

"Teacher, are you too envious of the results of the elite class and misread the scores?"

"I think so too. There is a genius in our class? How come I don't know?"

Seeing that the buzz of discussion never stopped, Li Zuocong knocked on the podium to quiet them down, "Okay, let me briefly talk about the exam situation. The total score is 150 points. There are twelve people in our class who scored above 90 points, which means that there are still 17 people who failed. The average score is 89.7, just a little short of passing. Excluding the elite class, the average score of the grade is 81.3. Overall, the test results are not good, but not too bad. I hope you can continue to work hard."

"Teacher, don't dwell on this. It's just a few points after all. Let's talk about who scored 140 in our class."

"That's right, let that great man stand up and teach us a lesson."

Li Zuocong shook his head helplessly, put down the notebook in his hand that recorded the data, picked up the top sheet of the test paper, looked at it carefully, and said, "The test paper was corrected by all the teachers together. I just got it this morning. This student scored 141 points. He got the last multiple-choice question and fill-in-the-blank question wrong, but got all the big questions right. He even got the last small question of the last big question right. This small question was of competition difficulty. Several students in the elite class also got it right, but their methods were not as simple as our students'--"

The students below couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Teacher, you've said a lot, who is he?"

"Don't be so quiet. I admit that you have successfully attracted our attention. Please tell me quickly!"

Li Zuocong smiled and then slowly said, "Who is classmate Su Yi?"

Immediately, everyone turned their heads and looked at the corner of the first group by the window.

Su Yi sat there quietly, looking back at everyone with an innocent look on her face.

Li Zuocong looked over her test paper several times before handing it to her.

Except for the first place who stood out from the crowd with a score of more than 140, the second place was normal, with a score of 120, and then it got lower and lower. The last place was more than 30, and still won the whole class.

However, this time, Li Zuocong specially circulated Su Yi's test paper to the whole class.

For some students, more than 140 points are just a concept. Only when they see the test paper, they really know what a high score means.

There were only two points where she lost marks on the entire answer sheet, and the rest were all checked. Not to mention the beautiful handwriting and neat appearance of the paper, all the steps were concise and neat, and there was not even a place to make corrections.

For the first time, they realized that the originally boring test papers could sometimes be pleasing to the eye.

In this math test, some students in the elite class scored full marks, but Su Yi's test paper was previously studied by other teachers in the math group, not only because she was a non-elite class student, but also because her solution to the last sub-question of the last question was the best and most trouble-free among all the students.

However, seeing the two questions she got wrong before, the other teachers couldn't help but feel sorry. She could solve the questions of the competition difficulty, but made mistakes in the questions of the general difficulty. Was this student a little careless?

In fact, when Su Yi got the test paper, she did all the questions first, and then calculated how many points she needed to get, because in the previous monthly exam, the 60th place student scored 142 in math, so she planned to get 141, which would deduct nine points. Wouldn’t a multiple-choice question and a fill-in-the-blank question add up to exactly nine points?

So she changed the correct answer and wrote a random answer on the answer sheet.

Originally, she planned to write the last big question randomly, but after calculating again and again, the score was not right, so she gave up.

If she had known that this exam was difficult, she would not have written the whole big question later.

After the math class, Zhang Jiajia, Fang Yingying and others immediately surrounded Su Yi, each of them couldn't believe it.

"Su Yi, you are still a top student! 140, if I can get 140, my parents will be so happy!"

"Just tell me, Su Yi, what else can't you do?"

Su Yi thought about it seriously and said honestly: "I don't know everything. I'm not good at Chinese."

Zhang Jiajia waved her hands, "Don't worry, people who are good at science are usually not good at Chinese. Mathematics alone can pull up others' scores, so what's there to be afraid of in Chinese?"

After that, she said happily: "But my Chinese is not bad, it's my strong point."

It happened that the next class was Chinese class. The Chinese teacher was young and beautiful, and she walked with a fragrant breeze. As soon as she came, she said: "There is good news and bad news. I think everyone knows the bad news. The test results this time are not ideal. The average score is the last in the grade."

The students were not surprised at all and rushed to ask: "What about the good news?"

The young teacher smiled mysteriously, "The good news is that there is a classmate in our class who scored 123 points, ranking third in the ordinary class. Guess who it is?"

She thought that the students would rush to say who they thought the name was, but they were silent for a while, looked at each other, and then said in unison: "Su Yi, right?"

"It must be Su Yi!"

"The genius of our class."

"You all know?" The Chinese teacher looked confused, shrugged, and handed out the test papers.

Zhang Jiajia got her test paper, and the 118 bright red numbers on it made her sad.

She was so stupid that she forgot that the bad grades in the exams of the top students were not the same as the bad grades of ordinary people.

She thought Su Yi was really bad at Chinese, what a liar!

In fact, she really blamed Su Yi wrongly. In other subjects, she would calculate the deductions when taking the exam, but only in Chinese was the most real score, without any fakeness. This can be seen from the fact that she wrote a full essay and tried hard to make up a good story, but the teacher mercilessly deducted 18 points from her.

She really tried her best. She

got all the basic questions right, and did not lose a single point for wrong characters, idioms, or grammatical errors, but her style of writing went astray from the reading comprehension.

She really didn't understand. The question asked, what does the last sentence of the article, the bowl of cold red roast pork, explain?

She thought about it for a long time and wrote carefully: cold braised pork, no matter in terms of color, taste, nutrition, etc., is not as good as the meat just out of the pot, blah blah... Then she also attached the best way to cook braised pork, and if you really have to eat cold meat, how to eat it to preserve the flavor of the meat to the greatest extent.

She wrote neatly and her handwriting was very beautiful. It read more like a short article about food with good color, fragrance and taste, but the teacher ruthlessly gave it a big red cross, and three points were gone.

Because the correct answer is, it highlights the author's grief and depression, sets off the character image, and expresses the expectation and yearning for beautiful things and life...

The big devil was puzzled, distressed, and helpless. The teacher reported the answer above, and she memorized it quickly below.

After class, Zhang Jiajia came to Su Yi again, intending to reprimand the liar, but when she saw Su Yi's test paper, she laughed her ass off.

"Oh my God, Su Yi, what did you do? The article was so depressing and heavy, and you only thought that the braised pork would not taste good when it was cold?"

Su Yi snorted unwillingly.

Zhang Jiajia rubbed her stomach and continued to read. When she saw Su Yi's composition, she laughed her ass off.

"Hey, the topic is "Waiting", you can write anything, waiting for someone to go home, waiting for a rain, waiting for a breeze, it sounds literary and fresh, and it's easy to move people, right? But what the hell did you write about?"

Su Yi retorted: "I wrote about waiting for grandma to come home."

"Yes, you wrote about waiting for grandma to come home," Zhang Jiajia wiped the tears from her eyes, "but you wait for grandma to cook! Hahahaha... You even wrote about eight ways to eat blue crabs, Su Yi you are really a genius hahahaha! The teacher only deducted 18 points to give you face!"

Su Yi let her laugh all over her body, with a noble and cold face.

Oh, this little thing of Chinese, is still as unreasonable as ever.