Chapter 134 The Boss Loses His Temper! [3rd Update]
The academic director stared at the scores in the first row and remained silent for a long time, thinking that he must be looking at them wrong.
He quickly took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.
Looking again and finding nothing had changed, he was completely dumbfounded.
"Director, you see?" A teacher standing nearby, with a mysterious look on his face, shrugged and said, "We really can't calculate the final ranking."
The first row of the Excel spreadsheet shows the scores as follows—
Name: Ying Zijin
Class: Grade 11, Class 19
Chinese: 90
Mathematics: 150
English: 150
Combined Science: 300
Total score: 690
Special Note: Elite Class Exam Paper
Of course, a total score of 690 is not much in Qingzhi.
After all, many students scored over 700 points last semester.
The problem is that this is the score from the gifted class exam, and the algorithm is different from that of the regular exam.
If you want to convert it into the grade ranking, there is also a coefficient of 1.2.
Thus, the final score becomes—
Chinese: 108
Mathematics: 180
English: 180
Science: 360
Total score: 828
The reason why the conversion method for the exam papers in the gifted class and the regular exam papers is this is the experience that Qingzhi has accumulated over more than ten years.
Over the years, even geniuses have never scored more than 620 points on the exams for gifted students.
Therefore, Qingzhi has always used this conversion method to conduct the overall ranking of grades.
But now, a freak has emerged who got full marks in everything except Chinese!
After conversion, this score directly exceeds the total score of 750.
It's not just a little bit.
How do you rank these?
The academic affairs director stared at the data in silence for a long while before slowly raising his head: "Was the test for the gifted class very easy this time?"
Otherwise, how could a student get full marks in both math and science?
"..."
These words left the teachers speechless.
"Director, this time the exam for the gifted class wasn't easy, it was difficult, extremely difficult." The head of the chemistry group shook his head. "Let me put it this way, in the chemistry elective organic chemistry question, he only solved this one problem, and didn't write a single word on the others."
On the other side, the biology group leader also spoke up: "Of the genetics questions I corrected, only one was completely correct."
The physics group leader remained silent, thinking to himself that he wasn't the only one who was frightened.
The academic affairs director fell silent once again.
It's so difficult, how could anyone get a perfect score?
so--
Is he really a pervert?
If you can solve all these problems, you could go directly to Beijing University as a PhD student. What would you need to learn at Qingzhi?
Did you come to the school specifically to play?
"Ouch." The academic affairs director's teeth ached a little. He pointed to the score in the Chinese section. "But isn't this child a bit unbalanced in his subjects?"
He got full marks in math, English, and science, so how come he only barely passed Chinese?
For students in the gifted class, the highest score is usually in Chinese, and even the worst score is still above 105.
That score of 90 is a bit unreasonable.
The academic affairs director managed to balance things out a bit.
It seems that even this perversion has its flaws.
Upon hearing this, the head of the Chinese language group stepped forward.
She entered her student ID number on the computer and brought up the answer sheet: "Director, you can look at this yourself too."
The academic affairs director scrolled through the text, saying, "Wow, these characters are really beautiful. I saw you all gave full marks for the classical Chinese reading section, so why did you only get a passing grade?"
The head of the Chinese language group reminded him expressionlessly, "Director, could you please flip it over?"
The academic affairs director turned it over.
The second page of the answer sheet is blank.
I didn't write the essay.
There are no questions.
60 points were deducted.
So my Chinese score is 90.
The dean of academic affairs instantly cracked: "..."
It took him a long while to come to his senses: "So what about the overall grade?"
"We discussed it and here's what we've come up with," the physics group leader coughed and said seriously, "How about we skip the conversion this time and just do the overall ranking?"
Who would have thought that someone could get such a high score on a test for gifted students?
"Wait a minute." The academic director scrolled down the rankings and looked at the total score of the second-place student in the gifted class.
608 points.
Without conversion, this result would be quite poor.
The academic affairs director then checked the first place in the regular exam.
689 points.
These two scores convinced him that this exam was more difficult than any other.
Even the top student in the science experimental class didn't score above 700.
"Let's do it this way then." The academic affairs director felt exhausted. "I'll call the principal first."
This is such an important matter, it must be reported.
He had just stepped out when he stopped.
etc--
Who was number one again?
He was so excited by the score that he only glanced at the name and forgot about it.
The academic affairs director slapped his forehead and went back.
**
After having lunch in Hengdian Town, Ying Zijing and Fu Yunshen drove back to Shanghai.
It was already 5 p.m. when we got back to the Wen family home.
Originally, she planned to cleanse Grandpa Fu's body of toxins on Labor Day.
However, before the exam, Ying Zijing checked on Grandpa Fu's body and found that his current physical condition could not withstand the impact of the medicine.
So she left some conditioning pills, intending to wait a while longer.
The six medicinal herbs have arrived, and she has already processed them, sealing away the most essential parts.
After all, some of these medicinal herbs are poisonous just from smelling them, let alone touching them directly.
"Yaoyao is back." Under Ying Zijing's treatment, Wen Fengmian's asthma was completely cured, and he was no longer as thin as before. He smiled slightly, "How was your time with Mr. Fu outside?"
He was quite worried about Ying Zijing.
He couldn't afford to take his two children out to play before because his family didn't have money.
Perhaps it was because they had been cooped up in Qingshui County for so long that both of them became increasingly taciturn.
That's why he advised Ying Zijing to leave when she was taken away by the Ying family.
No one expected that such a thing would happen.
Wen Fengmian sighed.
Otherwise, no matter how poor he was, he would not have sent Ying Zijin away.
"Yes, that's good." Ying Zijing turned her head. "Dad, where's Xiaolan?"
"Inside the room," Wen Fengmian glanced at the door on the right, "they're probably playing with a Rubik's Cube."
Ying Zijin nodded.
Psychological treatment for Wen Tinglan requires the use of many external aids to help him gradually integrate into reality and prevent him from isolating himself.
Hearing the noise, Wen Tinglan came out of the bedroom: "Sister."
"I brought this for you." Ying Zijing pointed to the box of pastries on the table. "Don't eat too much, just one piece a day."
He paused, then asked, "Didn't you go to school?"
She remembered that Qingzhi High School did not have holidays for senior students, and they were taking mock exams these days.
"It's meaningless." Wen Tinglan lowered her eyelashes, her tone indifferent. "They're all idiots."
Wen Fengmian had a headache: "Yuyu, tone it down."
“That’s true.” Ying Zijin pondered for a moment, “Then do the questions I gave you.”
Wen Tinglan nodded.
Wen Fengmian pinched the bridge of his nose, finally understanding.
This is something that has been fostered by habit.
"Sis, will your results come out tomorrow?" Wen Tinglan paused for a moment. "The forum is talking about your bet with the gifted students..."
"Hmm, it's nothing, just eat." Ying Zijing said calmly, "It's just an exam."
She was about to open the snack box when her gaze suddenly stopped.
Then she remembered Fu Yunshen's cold expression and his hasty departure earlier.
No wonder.
It was her oversight.
Wen Tinglan noticed her unusual behavior: "Sister?"
"Something's come up." Ying Zijing wiped her hands and stood up. "I'm going out for a bit. You take care of Dad."
He took a step, then stopped: "Dad, could you please ask my teacher for two days off?"
Wen Fengmian paused for a moment, but didn't ask any further questions: "Okay, Yaoyao, be careful."
**
The First Hospital.
The doctors and nurses were in a flurry of activity, and even the hospital director and vice-director were alerted.
Neither the Fu family nor the hospital expected that Old Master Fu would fall ill again at this time, and it was the most serious one in his history.
After all, Mr. Fu's health has been improving over the past two months, so perhaps a miracle will happen?
Although Old Master Fu has retired, he is still the person in charge of the Fu family.
If this were to fall into their hands, the Fu family would definitely not let it go.
Fu Mingcheng and his siblings were also waiting anxiously outside the ICU.
But whether it's genuine anxiety or feigned anxiety, only you know for sure.
"Do you think Dad might..."
Fu Mingcheng glanced at them coldly: "Shut up, all of you."
Everyone else immediately fell silent.
"Fu Yichen, come here right now." On the other side, Madam Fu pulled Fu Yichen into a corner, her voice stern. "What did you say to your grandfather in the study?"
Fu Yichen pursed his lips: "I didn't say anything, I just cursed Fu Yunshen a few times, that's all..."
Who knew that Old Master Fu would suddenly faint?
Madam Fu was furious: "Who told you to say that? You can curse him whatever you want in private, but why did you have to say it in front of your grandfather? Are you out of your mind?!"
Fu Yichen was speechless and very frustrated.
“Fu Yichen, let me tell you, you’re just hoping your grandfather will pull through this time.” Madam Fu took a deep breath. “Otherwise, you’ll be the murderer, and your older brother will be implicated.”
People outside were extremely anxious, and the doctors and nurses in the ICU were in no better shape.
They were also in a hurry, but they couldn't afford to make any mistakes during the surgery.
Especially since Mr. Fu is quite old, the doctors and nurses were very careful.
The attending physician quickly said, "Bring the defibrillator."
The nurse quickly went to get it.
At that moment, the electrocardiograph machine suddenly beeped.
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