like electricity

Chapter 19

On the first day of school, except for chemistry, who had a grade before the holiday, the rest of the teachers entered the classroom with a thick stack of papers.

Generally speaking, they didn't do very well in the test this time. Although they scored first in their grades, they were far from meeting the expectations of the teachers who set the questions.

Lao Cao is the only one who can continue to be happy after seeing the results.

He didn't make any high or low rankings, and asked the class representatives to hand out the papers without discrimination, and then used the first half of the class to briefly explain the multiple-choice questions and classical Chinese essays that had more mistakes.

The highlight of the second half of the class was the composition. Lao Cao copied the topic of the composition verbatim on the blackboard, and ordered a pretty girl to stand up and read it.

The main idea that can be extracted from the material composition is to learn to forgive, which should be a well-behaved topic according to common sense.

"This time there are four full-score essays in the grade, all of which are not in our class, one in class two and one in class three, and the last one is in class five. From the average score of composition alone, we rank third in the grade, first and second are Class two and class three. I don't mean to accuse you, but I just want to discuss with you the reason why the composition score is so low this time."

"How many points do you have?"

Zhuo Shuang leaned over to look at Jiang Shou's composition score, "I only have 41...huh?"

The Jiangchou paper was spread out on the table, and he happened to see the bright red 38.

This score was like a shameful joke to him who was second in the class in mathematics and fourth in physics.

"It's unscientific." Zhuo Shuang also thought of this point, "You deducted 12 points for your composition. If you do this, you only deducted 11 points in front of you? I thought you did a poor job in front of it."

"Nothing unscientific."

Jiang Choi accepted this score well.Chinese has always been his scoring subject, and he really doesn't know how to write the composition topic this time, so it is reasonable to pass the exam like this.

It happened that Lao Cao talked about the scoring criteria.

With a full score of 50, he drew a few lines to let them get a general idea of ​​where their problems are.

"It's not easy to score more than 45 points in the test-taking composition, but as long as you do what I said, it's really difficult to get below 40 points. To be more clear, the composition below 40 points is basically off topic. As long as you go off topic, I don't care about you later." No matter how well written it is, even the gods can’t save it.”

Hearing that it was off topic, Zhuo Shuang immediately became interested and decided to read Jiang Shou's off topic masterpiece.However, where Jiang Shou would show him, and covered the paper tightly, Zhuo Shuang had no choice but to grab it.

The paper is just a thin sheet of paper, and it will crack with a little force, so their movements are still restrained.

Zhuo Shuang came to be soft, "Exchange, let's exchange, I'm only 41, and I'm about the same as you if I don't digress. Show me what you wrote, your brother Zhuo's papers are all yours."

Who is interested in the pile of stuff you wrote?Jiang Shou rolled his eyes at him, and his hands were not loose at all.

"Just satisfy your brother Zhuo's curiosity."

Zhuo Shuang tried to pretend to be pitiful, but it was a pity that she didn't look like it, she almost had ulterior motives written on her face.

Jiang Shou was determined not to buy it, "Go find someone else."

"Who's composition can get such a low score and is so close to me, no, I must read yours."

Jiangchou endured and endured so that he didn't directly tell him to go away.

"dream."

This time, there were four people in their class who scored less than 40 points in their essays, and Lao Cao was heartbroken about this.

"This time, Teacher Liu and I came up with the question from the third class. When we came up with the question, we thought that this question should be simple enough. We didn't set a trap for you, and we didn't take the lead. We just wanted to fear that you would pass the math and science exam. Hua can't think about it, let you find self-confidence here, what's the result? Sigh."

Lao Cao thought for a while, and then asked, "Is mathematics, physics and chemistry difficult? When I went to get something from Teacher Yao, I heard their math team chatting, saying that I want to kill your prestige,"

This question almost touched my heart.Is math difficult?too difficult

?The last few big questions are all super-syllabus questions. The top few in the exam either learned it in advance in cram school, or previewed it in advance because of their amazing self-control.

The whole class said in unison, "Difficult!"

"Don't blame the other teachers for being too strict. They're also afraid that you won't be able to take it seriously. After all, next week..." Realizing that he had slipped the tongue, Lao Cao stopped abruptly.

"What next week?"

Lao Cao's half-sentences contained a lot of information, and a few quick-witted people immediately thought of a lot of things, and the rest of the people were also aroused, except Jiang Shou.

He was still guarding against death to prevent Zhuo Shuang from taking the opportunity to succeed.

After watching for a while, he felt that this was really ridiculous.He took a peek at Zhuo Shuang, and found that this person's interest had already shifted to other places. He couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or joy, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just a low-scoring composition that goes off topic. Does Zhuo Shuang hate him after reading it?

"Next week..." Lao Cao coughed twice, and pretended to be serious, "Well, let's wait for your homeroom teacher to reveal this suspense."

His bad deeds that whet people's appetites and don't bother the after-sales service caused a lot of boos, among which Wei Zhixun booed the loudest.

"Don't say it, don't say it."

Lao Cao waved his hand and pulled his mouth again, indicating that he would keep his mouth shut.

"Even if tortured, I will never betray the party."

After class, regular customer Wei Zhixun and tablemate Fu Heng came to the three groups and four rows where Zhuo Shuang Jiangchou was located. The central theme of the four-party meeting was the half-spoken words of Lao Cao.

"I'll bet five dollars that he's talking about a spring outing next week."

Fu Heng rolled his eyes, "Let's put it down, there is no spring outing in high school, Wei Daxun, you think you are the first day of the new year. I bet ten yuan, at most, you will go to the small auditorium to give some professor lectures."

"What is the attached high school? It's the key point of the province. The school spirit is open. What's wrong with the spring outing? You discriminate against the spring outing?"

"The high school attached to us seemed to do well in the last college entrance examination. Some of the top ten were from the No. [-] Middle School. The school learned from the experience and plans to focus on studying from this year on. Didn't you see that the evening self-study is already at eight o'clock?"

"It's because I'm usually strict, so I have to relax when I can play. Learning pays attention to the combination of work and rest."

"I think you can do it once and for all."

Wei Zhixun argued with Fu Heng for a long time, until his face turned red and his neck was thick, but there was no result.

"Brother Zhuo, little classmate, tell me, what do you think Lao Cao was going to say later?"

As the weather warms up in April, people gradually replace their heavy winter clothes with light ones.This is the favorite time of the year for the students of the attached middle school, because they can wear their favorite clothes under the school uniform, and try to dress themselves up as nicely as possible.

Wei Zhixun's slap happened to hit the bruise on Jiang Shou's back.

Without the cushion of thick winter clothes, Jiang Shou subconsciously frowned—the place where he was beaten is still aching, and he has a body that is prone to bruises. Fortunately, it is not summer, otherwise the bruises are so large. So easy to cover up.

"Old Wei, take it easy, don't beat up my little classmate and vomit blood."

Wei Zhixun looked at his slap and said aggrievedly, "I didn't use much effort. Does it really hurt, little classmate?"

"Don't listen to him." Jiangchou turned her eyes away, "I'm not made of glass."

Zhuo Shuang's eyes kept falling on him, making him feel uncomfortable, "It's really all right."

"Row."

He said so, but Zhuo Shuang's expression clearly said that it was not that simple.

"What's the project next week that makes Lao Cao so mysterious."

The autumn sports meeting, as the name suggests, is held in autumn, so it became the first option to be excluded, and the rest was chosen among lectures and spring outings.

Wei Zhixun and Fu Heng couldn't convince each other, and the bets rose steadily, from the initial five yuan to the final 100 yuan.

Wei Zhixun took out a red banknote

Slapping it on the table, "I bet on the spring outing, I won't withdraw it."

Not to be outdone, Fu Heng said, "I'll pay one hundred too. It's a lecture, and I'll use Alipay."

Jiang Shou took out the textbook for the next class, and calmed down the dispute with a word by the way.

"Don't think about it, it's just a spring outing."

Wei Zhixun and Fu Heng's attention suddenly turned to him.

"how do you know?"

"Someone told me."

"Who?"

In the end, Jiang Shou still didn't say Xie Yaoyao's name, and said vaguely, "Someone I know."

The last class in the morning was English, and as soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Jiang Shou stood up from his seat.

This is the bad thing about eating in the cafeteria. Once the teacher drags the hall or walks slowly on the road, the better dishes will be eaten by others, and the rest is only leftovers that no one cares about.

Before he could take two steps, someone grabbed his wrist.

"Brother Zhuo, what are you doing?" He looked at the owner of that hand, with imperceptible connivance and helplessness in his tone.

"Don't go to the cafeteria today." Zhuo Shuang lazily stretched his sleep-numbed muscles and bones, "Didn't I eat your bread that night, so you didn't have anything to eat at night?"

"Sour bread." Jiang Choi corrected him, "If you didn't insist on eating it, I would have thrown it in the trash can."

"That's your dinner too." Zhuo Shuang insisted that she owed him a favor, "eat lunch with me today."

Seeing that Jiang Shou was still thinking, he added, "Eating canteen every day doesn't make you grow taller."

Zhuo Shuang's lunch is usually settled in a small restaurant outside the school.

Because it is mainly a business for students, the decoration of the restaurant is relaxed and lively. From the front hall, you can see all the steps of cooking in the back kitchen. Regardless of the taste, at least it can guarantee cleanliness.

Zhuo Shuang saw that they were regular customers, and the waiter hurriedly welcomed them in and arranged them at the table on the right.

After the two sat down, Zhuo Shuang handed him the menu.

He seldom eats out and doesn't know how to order, so he returned the menu to Zhuo Shuang after reading two pages.

"Do you eat fish?"

Zhuo Shuang took the menu very smoothly and began to order.

"Then do you eat asparagus?"

A few minutes later, Jiang Miao confirmed one thing, this person asked him so much not to take care of his own taste, but purely because of his picky eaters, who didn't want to see these things appear on the table.

After waiting for more than ten minutes for the food to be served, Jiang Shou's mind started to go blank because he had nothing to do.

What Xie Yaoyao said yesterday has been echoing in his mind.

Is this person really that popular?

Since the morning, he paid special attention to it, and then noticed many things that he hadn't noticed before.

For example, every time Mei Jin, the English class representative, collects her homework, she stays in their area longer than in other places. For example, during recess, a girl from the second year of high school upstairs passes by outside the window——Class [-] is located in a remote location. , located in the corner of the second floor, not a short distance from the stairs, so I can't make it here anyway.

Another example is now, the girls at the opposite table frequently raised their heads, their expressions faintly revealing excitement.

"What are you looking at?" Zhuo Shuang saw something wrong, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Shou said truthfully, "The girl opposite seems to be looking at you."

"Oh."

Probably because she was used to it, Zhuo Shuang's attitude was very flat.

"Why did you suddenly expect to pay attention to this?" He focused on other places, "Let me think about it, including the spring outing, Xie Yaoyao told you?"

Jiang Shou was a little surprised, "How do you know?"

Zhuo Shuang smiled slightly, "I don't know anything. Do you like her?"