Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 41 - 038 Monthly Test
Chapter 41: Chapter 038 Monthly Test
Chapter 41 -038 Monthly Test
Wednesday, March 29th, the monthly examination began.
That morning, mathematics was scheduled, followed by comprehensive science in the afternoon; Chinese language would be in the morning of the second day, and English in the afternoon.
Due to the last quiz, there were especially many teachers paying attention to Song Jiawen this time, particularly the homeroom teacher of Class 6.
Although the first rank in the grade had always been in Class 1, when it came to average scores, Class 6 and Class 1 were neck and neck.
But he knew that was in the past, now Class 1 had Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan… Because of Song Jiawen’s outstanding performance, Jiang Yan seemed quite mediocre by comparison. However, he had specifically looked into Jiang Yan’s scores from the last quiz; Chinese, math, and comprehensive science were all good, only English was a bit weaker. But even so, Jiang Yan was above average in Class 1 during the last quiz.
He definitely wouldn’t drag down the average score.
Plus, there was the exceptional Song Jiawen…
The homeroom teacher of Class 6 had a premonition that this time, the gap between them and Class 1 could widen.
“Old Li, what are you thinking about? I’ve been calling you for ages,” a voice interrupted.
For the first math exam, the Class 6 homeroom teacher was proctoring in Class 5, paired with their physics teacher, Wang.
The two had a good relationship, and the Class 6 homeroom teacher didn’t hide his thoughts, “Ah, regrets…”
With just three words, Wang understood exactly what he meant.
He felt regret too; back then, he should have persuaded Old Li to bring Song Jiawen to Class 6. Look at how proud the physics teacher of Class 1 was now. The competition papers used for practice always got perfect scores from Song Jiawen, with problem-solving steps even more standard than the standard answers.
He couldn’t help but photocopy them to show his class.
With such a brilliant mind, going to the provincial competitions, she might indeed bring back a medal this time.
Alas, it was a pity that she wasn’t in his class.
“You should think of it this way, it’s good fortune that this child came to our school. If she can surpass Zhu Zhen in this monthly exam, we might even contend for this year’s top ranker in the city,” said Wang.
Upon hearing this, the spirit of the Class 6 homeroom teacher was lifted. Yes, he had been small-minded, focused only on his own territory, forgetting about that Experimental Middle School lurking outside, coveting and despicable.
No matter what class Song Jiawen was in, it was all for Jianghai Middle School.
In Class 1, English and Chinese teachers were proctoring the math exam that day.
During their patrol around the examination room, they couldn’t help stopping for a few minutes each time they passed by Song Jiawen’s desk. When they met at the podium, they leaned in and whispered, “Her handwriting is really nice.”
“Yeah, just by looking at the cover of her test, you can tell she’ll get full marks.”
“Full marks? She got everything right? You understood it?”
The Chinese teacher glanced at the English teacher, “I’m talking about the presentation, your Chinese isn’t that great, huh? Can’t even understand what’s being said.”
The English teacher pulled his head back expressionlessly and scoffed, “Please, as if your English is any good.”
The Chinese teacher fell silent; indeed, her English wasn’t great.
With half an hour left before the end of the exam, Song Jiawen handed in her paper.
The students of Class 1, watching her departing figure, felt numb; she had finished half an hour early during the last quiz, and now, again during the monthly exam. Impressive!
Half an hour later, when the exam was over, the proctors collected the papers, and the students wearily walked out of the classroom, each of them discussing in low voices that the math this time was even harder than the last mock test.
Zhu Jin went to compare answers with Zhu Zhen. Upon finishing, she was excited. She had managed to get one of the last two big questions right, and for the other one, she had written down only half due to time constraints.
Her math foundation was decent, and she got a high accuracy rate for the earlier parts, but the last two difficult questions in every exam would stump her.
This monthly exam paper was challenging, but she managed to get one problem right.
“It seems that listening to Jia Wen explain problems recently has been very effective,” Zhu Jin remarked.
Zhu Zhen felt the same; he hadn’t really asked Song Jiawen for help with math, but he had discussed physics with her several times, each time with great admiration.
“She must have gone to the canteen after turning in her test early,”
The two of them saw Jiang Yan and Xiao Qi heading towards the canteen and hurried to follow.
On the way, Zhu Jin couldn’t resist comparing answers with Jiang Yan again and realized that Jiang Yan had completed the last major question as well—and got it right because his answer matched Zhu Zhen’s, who was sitting nearby.
It wasn’t surprising that Zhu Zhen would score full marks in mathematics.
After all, acing math was the norm for him.
The group entered the canteen and easily found Song Jiawen, who had already gotten her food and was sitting at a table waiting for them.
Somehow, eating together had become a routine for them.
But today, Wang Xiaole was absent; she had been taken home by her parents because of a high fever yesterday and hadn’t returned, meaning her fever hadn’t subsided.
Originally, Wang Xiaole didn’t want to go home since it was only a fever, and she believed taking some antipyretics would get her through it. However, Meng Qing went straight to Teacher Gao and said that Wang Xiaole insisting on staying in the dorm could potentially infect them.
This being a critical period in their senior year, everyone was being extra cautious; nobody wanted to fall ill at this time.
Teacher Gao also took the matter seriously, personally escorting Wang Xiaole to the infirmary, where, after several measurements and a check-up, the school doctor recommended she go home to rest.
As a result, she would have to miss this monthly test.
Wang Xiaole left in tears.
The teacher’s office.
After the exam was over, the teachers didn’t rush to leave; they all turned their gaze toward the head teacher of class three.
The exam papers were to be cross-marked: class one’s for class three, and class three’s for class one, and so on.
“Why are you all looking at me?”
The head teacher of class three asked, feigning ignorance, still slightly bitter and regretting not having transferred Song Jiawen to his class.
“Alright, cut it out. Get Song Jiawen’s paper out.”
This wasn’t a mock exam, so names weren’t concealed, and sometimes the teachers would choose to mark the good students’ papers first.
The math teachers from the other classes came over, simply pushed aside the class three head teacher, and started looking for the papers themselves.
Teacher Gao sat relaxed, cradling his thermos in his own seat. He wasn’t the least bit worried about how Song Jiawen had performed; through his observations over this period, her mathematics skills were not a bit inferior to Zhu Zhen’s.
One could say that whatever the perfect score was, she could achieve it; 150 was definitely not her limit.
Sure enough, as soon as the paper was found and the answers were checked by several teachers: full marks!
“Wow, this is really… Who could have imagined that Director Zhai could find such a treasure on a trip to the countryside.”
“It’s strange. With such excellent grades, why didn’t she go to the county middle school?”
“We’ve never even heard Yunfeng County mention her.”
“If Yunfeng County had spoken up, would she have ended up at our school?”
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That’s true; those bastards are shameless when it comes to poaching talent.
Listening to everyone’s discussion, Teacher Gao kept quiet. He had specifically looked into the details and found out that Song Jiawen didn’t want to attend the county middle school and was suppressed by the county whenever she participated in a competition.
Every year, Yunzhou City would hold several competitions, attended by top students from each county, but Yunfeng County never registered Song Jiawen’s name. Even though they knew she could possibly win a prize, they still kept her under pressure.
Moreover, even Jianghai Middle School was affected by this connection.
County-level malice could sometimes be even more disgusting than that of the city.
