The short-haired girl at the front of Zhao Peng's row was the class monitor, named Liu Xiaoxia. Her family ran a shop on the street and was very wealthy. At that time, I only remember that she had endless snacks and canned food every day.

The boy in the third row and the fifth row was named Tian Yongqiang. He was his best friend at that time. One day after high school, he was hit by a truck in front of him and flew out. He died on the spot.

Noticing Zhao Peng looking at him, Tian Yongqiang waved a snack bag to him, meaning they would have snacks together at breakfast. Zhao Peng nodded with a smile.

After two days of adjustment, he has been able to calmly face the world after rebirth, and he can also look at the people here calmly. No matter what circumstances these people had in their previous life, they are still alive in this era, and they are still young and fresh lives.

When I came back from running, it was time for breakfast, but the head teacher, Teacher Song, walked into the classroom holding a stack of test papers.

Teacher Song is their class teacher and math teacher. He is a short man with a very hot temper. He is used to hitting boys on the head with his fists. If he cannot reach them, he will jump up and hit them.

When the situation is the most outrageous, he will even hit me on the bench.

But he doesn't hit girls, so girls like him, but boys hate him.

Teacher Song’s full name is Song Jianshe, and he is from my grandmother’s village.

I heard that he couldn't calm down to review before the college entrance examination, so he went straight into a radish cellar more than ten meters underground and stayed there for three days and three nights. Then he came out and won the first prize in one fell swoop and was admitted to Northwest Normal University.

One.

At that time, Northwest Normal University was still very powerful, and its graduates could teach in key provincial schools, but Song Jianshe was still willing to stay at Yucai Middle School in his hometown. He never got married, so he put all his energy into teaching and educating people.

I don't know how many people will remember his love.

Zhao Peng remembered that everyone liked to call him "Song Dijiao."

"Students, we will conduct mock tests as usual, starting with math. Come on, pass the papers on. The last row will transfer the extra papers to the group next to it."

He divided the paper into several parts and placed them in the first row of each group.

The students began to pass the papers one after another.

When passing the papers, Teacher Song added: "Another news is that registration for this year's Olympic competition has begun. The top three in each subject of this simulation will represent the school in the municipal selection..."

Before Teacher Song finished speaking, the students below started talking.

Strictly speaking, Zhao Peng's junior high school class 9 is still a top class.

There are ten classes in the whole grade. Classes 9 and 10 are the top classes. Class 1 is the potential class, which is also the class for poor students. The remaining seven classes are about the same level.

Of course, the top classes are not all top students. This is just a ranking based on primary school performance. People change. Many students who are at the top of primary schools have their grades plummet in junior high school, such as Hu Li.

Also like those scumbags in the back of the classroom.

But most of them still qualify as top students.

For the top 50 overall scores in each exam, Classes 9 and 10 together can account for half. Therefore, the top 10 in these two classes are basically guaranteed to go to Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School.

Qingcheng has one municipal key middle school and one provincial key middle school. The municipal key point is Yucai Middle School.

The provincial focus is Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School.

Yucai Middle School’s undergraduate college entrance examination rate is just over 60%, while Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School’s is basically 99%. The difference is still quite far.

Therefore, when Teacher Song heard that this mock exam was related to the selection for the Olympic competition, the class immediately started to feel a bit angry.

In this era, winning Olympiads is still a bonus, and no student doesn’t want to get ranked.

Zhao Peng dropped out of school before waiting for this opportunity in his previous life. Now that he hears the opportunity, he will not let it go. He is proficient in both Chinese and English.

It only takes three to get one ranking.

He couldn't help but follow his memory and look around at his classmates. Gao Xiaofang and Fang Min in the first row, Wu Qian and Zhou Yawen in the second row, Liu Longgang, Tian Miaomiao, Zhang Yun in the third row, Zhu Xiufeng in the fourth row, and Zhu Xiufeng in the last row.

Xu Chuqing from the platoon.

and myself.

Probably the top ten in the class, outstanding players who can compete for rankings.

Among these people, only Wu Qian and Zhang Yun can consistently reach the top ten, and those who have entered include Liu Longgang, Xu Chuqing and Zhao Peng himself.

But this is about the total score. For Zhao Peng, he is one of the top students who is seriously partial to subjects. It just so happens that the competition only involves language and math, so he can give it a try.

The test papers were sent out quickly.

This kind of test for the third grade of junior high school generally does not require invigilation. At this juncture, whoever wants to plagiarize in the mock exam is really having a problem with their brains.

But this time when it came to the Olympic quota, everyone began to get nervous. The papers that were originally placed randomly were pressed tightly with their arms, for fear that others would copy them.

Tian Miaomiao's fair and moist little arms also covered her paper tightly. Her grades were not as good as Zhao Peng's before, but since the incident at Zhao Peng's family, her grades have declined, and now they are basically at the same level.

Judging from her appearance, she must also be trying to get a spot in the competition.

Zhao Peng had never experienced this exam in his previous life, and it was an "original plot", so he didn't know what the paper was going to test, and naturally he didn't know the results.

It's a test of real guns and swords.

Write down your name, class and student number.

He quickly turned to the back of the paper to look at the big questions. This was his habitual question-taking mode. The difference in math test scores did not lie in the previous questions, but in the last two more difficult questions.

A geometric proof, an algebraic operation.

It doesn't seem difficult.

He looked at the classmates around him. They were all busy writing and writing.

It is indeed a top class.

I don’t know what those rubbish guys at the back are pretending to write. They only scored one or two hundred points in the high school entrance examination.

"Do your own test papers and don't look around. If anyone looks around again, I'll hit him on the head." Teacher Song suddenly said something. Zhao Peng looked up and realized that it was directed at him, so he quickly lowered his head and started answering the questions.

After all, as someone who has studied high school mathematics and advanced mathematics, Zhao Peng can answer many questions that originally require many steps of calculation, as long as he chooses and fills in the blanks at an extremely fast speed.

He wrote faster and faster, reaching the penultimate question in one breath before stopping.

This question is to examine the Pythagorean theorem, the three perpendiculars theorem and the application of coordinate axes. It may also use some knowledge about the similarity or equality of triangles. Zhao Peng suddenly couldn't remember several laws of congruence of triangles.

Is it side by side or corner by corner?

Is it okay to use the corners? What about the corners?

He couldn't remember it for a moment.

The more I thought about it, the bigger my head got. It was a complete mess.

I couldn't help but secretly glance at Tian Miaomiao next to me. This time I didn't see the paper, but saw the clear 38th line.

Regarding this 38th Parallel, there is also a "painful" past.

At that time, I just sat at the same table with Tian Miaomiao, and the two of them drew the 38th line. They were young and didn't know that girls were pretty.

Every time Tian Miaomiao's arm crossed the line, he would push it with his elbow. If Tian Miaomiao was doing homework, a long path would definitely be drawn.

Finally one day Tian Miaomiao broke out. She grabbed Zhao Peng's hand who pushed her and bit her hard, leaving a circle of small teeth marks.

From then on, Zhao Peng no longer dared to push her away. The small-scale battle around the 38th Parallel ended with Tian Miaomiao's overall victory and Zhao Peng ceding territory to seek peace.

"Zhao Peng, the answer is not in other people's faces."

Damn it!

Even though he has been a man for two lifetimes, Zhao Peng still felt his face get hot from Teacher Song's sudden warning.

When Tian Miaomiao heard Teacher Song's reminder, she glared at Zhao Peng and pressed the paper harder with her little arms.

Hey, look at my bad temper!

Isn't it just a third-year junior high school math student? I have practiced it specially and am a dignified researcher, but you, a pediatrician, can't read the scriptures?

Zhao Peng calmed down and began to study the last question seriously.

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Chapter completed!