Chapter 118 Home
- Friday, School
"Everyone, take out the papers that were distributed this morning! We're going to talk about the papers in this class."
"Take a good look at this! It's such a simple paper, those who failed, reflect on it carefully! Those who passed, don't be too happy too soon, this paper, there are students in Class 1 who got full marks! What about you? Your average score is 1.5 points lower than Class 1!"
After hearing the math teacher say that their average score was 1.5 points lower than Class 1, the students below began to whisper.
"Only 1.5, let Lao Hu say that, I thought it was 15 points lower."
"Don't teachers like to exaggerate..."
The math teacher standing on the podium naturally heard the students' discussion.
"Still talking! Do you think 1.5 points is too little? 1.5 points for one person, 60 points for 40 people!"
The math teacher spoke passionately on the podium, but the students below didn't take it seriously. It was the first midterm exam of the first year of high school, and most of the students' learning ideas had not changed, and they didn't pay too much attention to their grades.
"You are good, Zhijing, you got 135 in math!" Qu Zizhou looked at Gu Zhijing, and then at the 100 on his own paper.
He comforted himself that he had passed the exam after all, and this score was so auspicious, and he felt happy again.
Gu Zhijing's math has never been good or bad, and he was shocked to get 135 this time. He guessed that the math this time was easier, and he had solved a geometry problem when doing exercises two days ago, and he happened to have a similar test today.
Gu Zhijing thought happily that this time God wanted him to be a light bulb.
At noon, the midterm exam scores and rankings were announced.
For the first time, Gu Zhijing felt nervous before the results were announced.
Their school didn't seem to have thought about whether the results should be announced or not. After the results and rankings were announced, they were directly posted on the bulletin board behind the class.
"Hurry up, let's go and take a look." Although Qu Zizhou's grades were average, it didn't stop him from being interested in looking at the rankings.
A small piece of A4 paper, you can easily see your name at a glance.
Gu Zhijing
…
…
ranked 9th in class
and 249th in grade.
Oh my goodness, it was almost 250th.
The students in Class 3 have a wide range of grade rankings.
Hao Leyun, who ranked first in the class, is also first in the grade.
Qi Anlu, who ranked second in the class, is eighth in the grade.
Xu Yuan, who ranked third in the class, is 22nd in the grade. Xu Yuan
, who ranked fourth in the class, is 88th in the grade.
After the fourth place, he falls out of the top 100.
After knowing the ranking, he was too lazy to look at the results of each subject, because the papers would be handed out one by one anyway.
After returning to his seat, he immediately took out his mobile phone and created a group of three people.
(Gu Zhijing changed the group name to [Hot Spring, I’m here!])
[Gu Zhijing: 9th in the class! ]
[Gu Zhijing: Applause!! ] [
Nian Sui’an: Great! [Applause, applause, applause]
[Nian Sui’an: Transfer yen2000]
[Gu Zhijing: Thank you, boss!]
[Gu Zhijing: @Gu Junxing, where are you, where are you, where are you, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad!]
[Gu Junxing: …]
[Gu Junxing: Keep it up]
[Gu Junxing: Transfer ￥5000]
[Gu Zhijing: Thank you, boss Gu!]
“Gu Zhijing…”
“What’s wrong?” Gu Zhijing happily received the money, then opened his WeChat balance to admire the beautiful numbers. He looked up and saw Qu Zizhou looking at him with resentment.
"You kid! How come you're making progress behind my back!"
"Tsk! What do you mean by making progress behind your back? I'm making progress openly, okay?"
"I don't care. I'm a little hurt." He only ranked 20th in the class! Even Chu Mingyan scored higher than him. It hurts! It hurts so much.
"Don't worry, I'll treat you to pancakes tonight. I'm rich now."
"..."
"Then you have to add two eggs and three sausages!"
"No big deal. As long as it can fit, let alone two eggs, you can even put chicken in the roll."
- Qi Anlu's home
"Are you back? Are the results out?"
"Yeah. Second in the class...grade..."
"Bang!"
Qi Wenhan smashed the cup in his hand to the ground, interrupting Qi Anlu's words.
Qi's mother was startled and rushed over to hug her son.
"Old Qi, what are you doing? Can't you just talk it out? Second place... Second place is pretty good too."
"Shut up! It's all because of you! I haven't been home for a year and he's become like this." Qi Wenhan's words made Qi's mother dare not speak again.
"Second in the class, eighth in the grade, 88 in physics. Qi Anlu, you really surprised me!" The word "surprise" is always full of irony in such scenes.
Qi Anlu pursed his lips and said nothing. He didn't expect his father to already know his grades.
But it was also easy for him to know these.
"I'm sorry, Dad."
"I worked so hard to raise you, and this is how you repay me! You're ranked second in the class, and this is how you repay me?! If I were you, I would be too ashamed to go home tonight."
Qi Anlu clenched his hands, still saying nothing. This was not the first time this had happened. He had been so angry before that he actually ran away, thinking that he would rather wander around than go home.
But in the end, he still came back in disgrace, and continued to face his sarcasm.
So, he simply learned to be smart and just stood there and let him scold him. When he got tired of scolding, he would naturally shut up.
The confrontation between the father and son lasted until 11 o'clock in the evening. Qi Wenhan entered the room and slammed the door.
Qi Anlu thought silently in his heart: See, I "won" again this time.
"Congcong, are you hungry? Mom will cook you a midnight snack." Qi's mother asked her son carefully.
"I'm not hungry, Mom, you should go to bed early. Also, don't call me Congcong, I have a name."
"Okay, then Cong... son, you should go to bed too."
Qi Anlu's name was given by his grandfather. There is no other meaning, just hope that he will be stable and down-to-earth.
Due to the obstruction of filial piety, his father could not change it, so he gave him a nickname according to his own selfishness, called Congcong. Qi Anlu guessed that if his father had not been afraid of losing face, he would have named him Zhuangyuan.
It sounded so ugly, he didn't want to be called Congcong.
After Qi's mother entered the room, his roar was heard again.
This time Qi Anlu ignored it and went straight into his room.
When he was taking a shower, he felt a little pain in his wrist, probably because his father broke the cup just now and was scratched by the glass fragments.
Qi Anlu lowered his head and rubbed the wound twice with an expressionless face.
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