Chapter 137 The Entire School Has Gone Mad [3 Updates]
There are two red papers with rankings written on them.
One is for first-year high school students, and the other is for second-year high school students. The second-year student's photo is on the right.
Zhong Zhiwan also raised her head, her gaze falling on the person in first place in the grade.
She didn't see the name; she just looked at the score.
After all, she has been ranked first in the grade since the first year of high school, and she often pulls the second-place student up by ten points.
690 points.
How could it be so low?
She had already estimated her score after the exam; for the gifted class, her total score should be around 610.
However, when converted to the overall ranking for the grade, the score would be over 720.
690 points, far from her estimated score.
Zhong Zhiwan frowned, immediately becoming somewhat depressed.
She didn't want to watch anymore and was about to leave when a sudden, loud exclamation erupted from the group of students nearby.
"Holy crap? Am I blind? She not only didn't fail, she's in first place?!"
"I can't take it anymore, my legs are weak, please help me up, I just want to know how I got 300 points on the combined science exam."
"Don't even mention getting 300 in the combined science exam, try getting 150 in math! And when we made that bet, we were using the gifted class's test paper, right? I can't take it anymore, I'm going crazy."
Hearing these words, Zhong Zhiwan was stunned, then looked up sharply, her expression freezing instantly.
She stared wide-eyed at the top name, in disbelief.
As if struck hard on the head, Zhong Zhiwan's head was buzzing, and the color in her face was rapidly fading.
The surrounding sounds were chaotic and frantically flooded into her ears.
It sounded like it was mocking something.
"I have to say, Ying Zijin is amazing. She directly surpassed everyone in the elite class and took first place in the grade."
"No wonder those people from Class 19 didn't react at all; they probably already knew, right?"
"Just between you and me, once when I was on my way to the bathroom, I passed by their classroom and saw Ying Zijin on the podium, talking about biology, I think."
"I think I've heard that before. Didn't Teacher Bai like Teacher He? Then, because Teacher He disliked Ying Zijing, he refused to teach them after Ying Zijing transferred to Class 19 unless she got out. In the end, she got out on her own. It's hilarious."
"Sigh, when will she get kicked out of our class?"
Bai Shaoshi also teaches the science experimental class, and the students in the science experimental class naturally know what kind of temper she has.
His lectures were mediocre, and he liked to swear at people, constantly threatening them with grades.
I heard that he has some kind of powerful backer, connected to the capital, which is why he hasn't been fired by Qingzhi.
For a time, the students in the science experimental class were all envious of Class 19.
Young man, chest out and head held high, proud and spirited.
Envious?
There's nothing you can do about being envious.
Ying's father belongs to them; they can't let him go.
Suddenly, someone shouted again.
"Wait a minute, even if Ying Zijin is the top student in the grade, Zhong Zhiwan didn't even make it into the top ten? That doesn't make sense, does it?"
"What's so unscientific about it? Not doing well on the test is not doing well on the test."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Zhiwan realized something was wrong and hurriedly began searching for her name on the red paper.
But she looked several times and still couldn't see it.
No!
From the second to the hundredth, none at all!
What happened?
Zhong Zhiwan's heart clenched, as if countless insects were tearing at it, and she could barely breathe.
Just then, the campus loudspeaker came on.
The sound could be heard everywhere – in front of the teaching building, inside the classrooms, and on the playground.
"Attention, Grade 11 students! Attention, Grade 11 students!"
"Because some students achieved unexpectedly high scores on this exam using papers from the gifted class, the final rankings were not adjusted. This does not mean that you did not do well. The situation is indeed special, and we ask for the understanding of the gifted class students."
"If this happens again, the school will carefully consider the matter and strive to come up with a better optimization plan."
The whole school went crazy.
"Holy crap, so the 690 that Ying Zijing got on the test was the unconverted 690?"
"She's still first in the grade even without coefficient conversion? Holy crap, is she a monster?"
"The key point is that she got full marks in everything except Chinese."
"No, that's not the point. The point is that I went to the academic affairs office this morning and the teachers there told me that Ying Zijin didn't write the composition, and that's why she only got 90 points in Chinese."
"..."
The whole school went crazy again.
The second place went to the top student in the science experimental class, a girl.
She clasped her hands together, bowed to the red paper, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Great God Ying, for showing mercy and not making me write the essay, so that I was only one point behind you."
Zhong Zhiwan naturally heard the broadcast as well. Her fingers trembled as she took out her phone and logged into the academic affairs system to check her grades.
Name: Zhong Zhiwan
Chinese: 109
Mathematics: 121
English: 128
Combined Science: 250
Total score: 608
Age ranking: 1001
Upon seeing the number "1001", Zhong Zhiwan felt dizzy and almost fainted.
Including the gifted classes and international classes, there are a total of 21 classes in the second year of high school, with 60 students in each class.
However, international students do not take the college entrance examination, so the total number of students taking the exam is only 1200.
1001 is practically the same as counting down.
Zhong Zhiwan's fingers trembled even more violently, and her throat felt dry in waves.
The entire gifted class was in no better shape; everyone wanted to die.
Because of Ying Zijing's actions, everyone in the elite class is now ranked outside the top 1,000.
Although the school offered an explanation, it was tantamount to slapping them in the face.
Ying Zijin could get full marks on the same test paper.
Even without conversion, he's still first in the grade.
The public execution targeted everyone in the elite class.
Lu Fang's teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, and his face was deathly pale.
He was not only incredulous, but also terrified.
As if he had thought of something, he turned around and was about to run out of the school gate.
But he had only taken one step when he was stopped by two people.
Jiang Ran threw away the can in his hand and sneered: "Keep an eye on this kid, and prepare what he wants to eat. When Father Ying comes back, have him do a live stream on the Shark platform."
"I'll give you a hundred rockets as a reward, so the whole internet can see how much you love that stuff."
**
At this time, in a private hospital.
A day and a night have passed, and although Grandpa Fu has not yet woken up, his condition has improved significantly.
He is not unconscious, but in a deep sleep, and shows no signs of pain.
His heartbeat gradually returned to strength, much to the amazement of the other doctors.
If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, they would have already gone up and asked.
No one slept a wink that night, but in terms of exhaustion, none could compare to Ying Zijin.
Fu Yunshen tried to stop her several times, but she refused.
She was not only clearing the toxins from Old Master Fu's body, but also helping him recover.
Even the strongest body can't withstand toxins remaining for twenty years.
Otherwise, even if the poison is removed, Old Master Fu won't live much longer.
Ying Zijing turned her head, looked at the completely black transparent tube, and slowly exhaled.
This is a tool she specially made to treat Grandpa Fu's illness.
If a regular catheter were used instead, it would burst immediately the moment the toxins were expelled.
At that time, everyone in the room will suffer.
This level of poison should not exist in Shanghai, or even in China.
After Ying Zijing removed the last silver needle, her tense nerves finally relaxed.
She stood up, supporting herself on the bed, but because she had exhausted so much energy, she couldn't hold on any longer once she relaxed.
His body swayed, and he fell to the ground.
Fu Yunshen was standing nearby. His expression changed, and he reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Upon closer inspection, the fingers were trembling slightly.
He paused for a moment, then picked the girl up in his arms.
He brought her another piece of clothing, wrapped her tightly in it, and used his other hand to protect her head.
Fu Yunshen turned around and said calmly, "Get ready."
The young man's expression hardened: "Yes."
**
On Qingzhi's side.
Two classes had passed, and the students in the gifted class were no longer in the mood to listen.
On the campus forum, all the mocking posts were deleted.
The homepage is filled with posts like "[Worship the academic genius Ying]", "[Is it too late to join Class 19 now]", and "[It seems the elite class isn't all that great after all]".
The students in the gifted class felt a burning pain on their faces when they saw this.
They also posted mocking messages back then, and were certain that Ying Zijin would definitely not pass, waiting to see her apologize to Zhong Zhiwan.
The slap in the face came too quickly; the title of "first in the grade" is like a slap in their face again.
Fortunately, the campus forum was anonymous, and no one knew who was who, which saved them some face.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Lu Fang was brought back by Jiang Ran's men, his face ashen. "How could she possibly get a perfect score? She was last in the grade last semester, and suddenly she's the top student after taking drugs?"
Another student shook his head: "The school's grading is just as strict as the college entrance exam, so they definitely won't make mistakes."
Although, none of them could accept this outcome.
"Ying Zijing definitely has the answer!" Lu Fang sneered. "Otherwise, how could she get full marks on the subjective questions in Chinese? And she even took the day off today, isn't that because she's guilty?"
Zhong Zhiwan managed to calm herself down, but her heart was still trembling.
690 points.
Even if she studied for another ten years, she still wouldn't be able to achieve that score.
Can Ying Zijin pass the exam?
She was really about to laugh.
Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips, took out her phone, and typed a long message.
Then, she sent an email to all teacher groups, including the principal, the academic affairs group, and the Chinese language group.
[Real-name report against Ying Zijing from Class 19, Grade 11, for cheating on the recent midterm exam]
Today it's another General Qing begging for monthly votes. *rolls around*, only 30 votes away from the person in front!
Tomorrow, Emperor Ying will dominate the battlefield!
(End of this chapter)
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