Chapter 154 Perfect Scores in Every Subject!
While Lou Yansui was taking the exam, Mao Mao sat obediently on the bench outside and waited.
The campus was deserted, the long corridors were quiet, the doors were closed, and there was no sound from the offices.
Mao Mao tiptoed and peeked out the window with her big, dark eyes, but all she saw was her brother's back as he diligently worked on his homework.
She winked and blinked at her brother's back, pressing her chubby little face against the glass to make expressions. Lou Yansui didn't turn around, but the proctor couldn't help but glance over.
Invigilating can be quite boring, especially with only one student under your watchful eye, making cheating virtually impossible. Then, a cute little girl makes funny faces next to you, making it hard not to pay attention.
The proctor tried to hold back, but couldn't. He turned his head away, coughed, and tried to suppress the laughter that was welling up inside him.
He said, trying to cover up his mistake, "Ten minutes have already passed. Please be mindful of your time."
Lou Yansui looked up at him in confusion, then continued to bury her head in her work.
When the proctor looked out the window again, the little girl by the window was gone.
Mao Mao was pulled back by the First Madam.
She sat obediently on the stool, looked at the ceiling, looked at the walls, stared at her shoes for a while, then opened her small handbag and took out her harmonica.
"Mao Mao, you can't play here." The First Madam gently helped her put the harmonica back. "Are you bored while waiting? Let me take you for a walk around the school."
"OK!"
Mao Mao climbed down from the chair and obediently took the First Madam's hand.
The exam lasted a long time, enough for them to tour Lou Yansui's future school.
At this moment, with no one on campus, they were able to enjoy the scenery even more.
Haicheng Middle School is a prestigious school with a long history and a large campus, further subdivided into functional areas. In addition to classrooms, there are playgrounds for student sports activities and functional classrooms for art activities.
Beyond the teaching area, there are pavilions and towers, long corridors with green vines hanging on them, and several ducks playing in the lake, their red webbed feet stirring the clear waves.
It was Mao Mao's first time at school. She turned her little head around and found everything fascinating. If it weren't for the First Madam holding her hand, she would have almost lost herself.
"Auntie," Mao Mao tugged at the First Madam's hand, pointed to the ducks on the lake, and tilted her head back to say, "Ducks!"
The first wife laughed: "Yes, it's a duck."
"Mao Mao feeds the ducklings."
She happily opened her small handbag and took out a small bread roll.
I originally prepared these dry rations for myself, but now I can use them to feed the ducks.
The first wife did not stop her. She led her to the lakeside and instructed, "Mao Mao, don't get too close. Be careful not to fall into the lake. Just stand here."
"oh!"
When the older woman said that, Mao Mao obediently stopped moving.
She was holding a small bread roll in her hand. The ducks here are probably often fed by students. When they saw someone by the lake, they swam towards the bread roll.
Mao Mao broke the bread into small pieces and threw them at the ducks. A chorus of quacking filled the lakeside, and she laughed heartily.
As Shen Zhaolin walked into the school, his way to the office would pass by the school's scenic lake, where he immediately spotted children feeding ducks.
The little girl was short and chubby, dressed in round, plump clothes. She waddled along like a newly hatched duckling, innocent and adorable. When she laughed, the little tuft of hair on her head would sway with her mood.
She's adorable even from behind, making it hard not to take your eyes off her.
When he saw her face clearly, he exclaimed in surprise.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed an acquaintance.
She was the little girl who, along with her brothers, caught a thief and retrieved his wallet during the New Year.
That day, the little girl sat on her brother's shoulders, head held high, looking very proud. Many days had passed, but the little girl hadn't changed at all; she was still lively and adorable, with chubby cheeks, bright and lively eyes, and her soft, round breasts had become even fuller.
The little girl was still very enthusiastic. A group of ducks surrounded her, quacking as she fed them.
I didn't even have time to properly thank them that day before the siblings left without leaving their names.
Thinking of this, Shen Zhaolin quickly walked over.
Hello, little friend.
Mao Mao is being chased by ducks.
The ducks, not yet satisfied with the bread she fed them, waddled ashore and chased after her small handbag, trying to rummage through it for more food.
Mao Mao frantically took small steps, shouting all the way, "Big Mommy, help, help!"
The first wife sat beside her, thoroughly amused.
A strange uncle walked by, and Mao Mao immediately ran behind him. After running around the uncle several times, the ducks, seemingly bullying the weak and fearing the strong, finally waddled back into the lake.
Mao Mao was panting heavily from exhaustion. Only after Shen Zhaolin greeted her again did she raise her little head and look over in confusion.
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao looked around; she was the only child there. "Uncle, were you looking for me?"
Shen Zhaolin nodded, suppressing a laugh.
“Little friend, do you remember me?” He introduced himself: “Before, at the temple fair, you and your brother caught a thief and helped me get my wallet back.”
Of course, Mao Mao remembers this.
She didn't remember the uncle in front of her.
“My wallet contained very important things, and if you hadn’t helped me catch the thief, I really wouldn’t have been able to get it back,” Shen Zhaolin said. “That day, I didn’t have a chance to properly thank you and express my gratitude.”
Mao Mao generously replied, "It's okay. Uncle, you're welcome."
"but……"
"Maomao?"
The first wife walked over, took her small hand, and looked at the strange man opposite her: "And this is...?"
"Auntie, this is the uncle who lost his wallet when my brother and I caught a thief."
Mao Mao had already told her family about catching the thief.
Shen Zhaolin quickly introduced himself: "My name is Shen Zhaolin, and I am a teacher at this middle school. Your daughter helped me a lot that day, and I have been wanting to find an opportunity to express my sincere gratitude to you."
"So it's Teacher Shen." The First Madam said gently, "You don't need to be so polite. I heard about what happened that day from my son. They just happened to be there and it was nothing more than a small favor. Did you lose anything?"
"No, no, everything is here."
"That's good. As for anything else, since you've already thanked me, there's no need for anything else."
Shen Zhaolin wanted to insist, but seeing that neither the mother nor the daughter were willing to accept, he had no choice but to take out a business card and hand it over.
Upon seeing his name and the introduction below, the first wife suddenly realized: "It's you! Mr. Zhaolin from the Shen family. I've read some of your articles, and they are insightful. I never imagined you were a middle school teacher."
"Yes, I am currently at Haicheng Middle School, where I teach math."
"Mathematics?" the first wife exclaimed in surprise. Shouldn't a literary genius like him be teaching Chinese literature?
“Oh, that’s one of my interests too.” Shen Zhaolin paused, then suddenly realized that this was a school, and the mother and daughter’s appearance seemed abrupt: “You’re here because…”
"My brother goes to school here." Mao Mao patted herself, raised her chubby chin, and said confidently, "Mao Mao came to accompany her brother to his exams!"
"I see."
Shen Zhaolin suddenly realized, and then remembered: "Could it be that he was there when we caught the thief that day...?"
"Yes."
Haicheng Middle School is a prestigious school, and the students admitted are all top students. Most of those who are able to study are very smart.
He praised him, saying, "Your brother is brave and resourceful; he'll definitely be an excellent student."
Mao Mao was so proud, as if she had been praised: "My brother is so amazing!"
Those who praise her brother are all good people!
Thinking back to how he felt when he first saw the little girl, Shen Zhaolin asked, "Are you visiting a school?"
"Yes."
"I'm a teacher at this school, and I know it better than you do." Shen Zhaolin switched his briefcase to another hand and gentlemanly extended his hand to the young girl in front of him: "To express my gratitude, how about I give you a tour and introduce you to the school? Haicheng Middle School has a long history, and there are many places that you might not know about without a detailed explanation."
...
Shen Zhaolin walked into the office carrying his briefcase.
In the office, several teachers were taking turns looking at a few test papers.
Seeing him walk in, a teacher said happily, "Zhaolin, come and see! There's a student who's incredibly smart; he got full marks on every single test!"
"Full marks?" Shen Zhaolin put down his briefcase on his desk and walked over curiously. "The students are all on holiday. What kind of exam paper is this?"
"A student wanted to enroll, so we gave him last semester's final exam papers to work on," the teacher said excitedly. "Every single one of them was a perfect score!"
"Last semester's final exam paper?"
Shen Zhaolin's curiosity was fully piqued.
He walked over, and the teachers who were taking turns looking at the test papers took the initiative to pull out one of the math test papers and hand it to him.
He was responsible for creating the exam for this course. Although the students were first-year students, he didn't hold back when setting the questions. He not only tested many difficult points, but also included some content that the first-year students had not learned.
Before the New Year, the final exam results were already out, and all the students failed miserably. They all looked dejected when they received their report cards, wondering if they had had a good New Year.
Now, someone actually got a perfect score?
Shen Zhaolin took the test paper and was first attracted by the handwriting of the answers before looking at the questions.
"These characters are really, really good," he praised. "They're so beautiful."
These days, most people practice calligraphy with soft brushes, but few write well with hard pens. The characters on this exam paper are neat, beautiful, and pleasing to the eye. If this were a Chinese language exam, all points would be awarded for neatness.
The teacher next to him said urgently, "Don't look at the words, look at the test paper."
Shen Zhaolin then turned his attention to the contents of the exam paper.
While he was watching, the teachers around him were also discussing it.
"When I received the exam papers from last semester, I thought they were too difficult. Not to mention the students, even I, as a teacher, had to spend a long time solving them. In the end, as expected, many people failed."
A teacher immediately chimed in, "Don't even mention you, I've always been bad at math. There are a few problems that I can't even understand."
“I advised Zhaolin to keep things simple, but he disagreed, insisting that students would become lax during holidays, so I should give them a warning and make sure they don’t slack off even during holidays.”
Why give such difficult questions to first-graders?
"Don't talk about him, the questions you set yourself weren't easy either. Not just in math, but in other subjects you set difficult questions, you guys didn't hold back at all."
"When I saw those students coming to pick up their report cards, some of them looked like they were about to cry."
"This new student got full marks in every subject, and I couldn't even find a reason to deduct points from his essays..."
As they were discussing, they suddenly heard a shout of "Good!" from the side.
The teachers turned to look and saw Shen Zhaolin holding the test paper, smiling broadly, saying several times, "Good, good, this question was solved so beautifully."
"Zhaolin, what do you think?"
"I think it's excellent!" Shen Zhaolin showed the test paper to his colleagues: "Putting everything else aside, look at the last big question. I actually used third-grade material. Among the first-grade students, only He Mingshu got it right. However, He Mingshu also used first-grade material. But this student is different."
"He used a solution method typical of senior high school students, and not just one."
Shen Zhaolin looked at the blanks filled in on the test paper with satisfaction: "This student clearly has a very solid foundation and has already learned the later knowledge points in advance. He is smart, diligent, and eager to improve. Why is he only enrolling now? Is he a transfer student from another place?"
He quickly connected the student with the little girl from earlier.
If I'm not mistaken, he should be the little girl's brother.
“He’s not a transfer student,” a teacher said. “He had some accidents before and had to take a year off from school due to illness. It caused quite a stir back then; you should have heard about it.”
Shen Zhaolin then looked at the name column at the beginning of the book.
Lou Yansui.
"Your surname is Lou?"
Shen Zhaolin was slightly taken aback, and the joy on his face faltered slightly.
"That Lou Wenshan? The son of Commander Lou?"
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