Chapter 10 Are the results out tonight? After taking the Chinese and math exams in the morning, Chen felt that he did pretty well, especially in Chinese. If nothing unexpected happened, he might make a big splash. In the afternoon, the first exam was physics. Compared to the math test where some people were happy and some were worried, there was basically widespread grief after the physics papers were handed in. Even Chen Zhuo felt that this physics paper was very difficult. But this is really to adapt to the difficulty of the college entrance examination. If I remember correctly, the physics mode of the 2007 Guangdong East College Entrance Examination was hell mode. It’s a pity that after so many years, Chen Zhe completely forgot the content of the test questions and it is impossible to find them on the Internet. Otherwise, if he had done some targeted review, he might have been the provincial top scorer. As expected, Wang Changhua came over again to check the answers. After checking a few questions this time, Wang Changhua became less and less confident. He hit his head hard and cursed: "Damn it! I don't know what's going on. When I was doing the physics test, my head kept singing. I knew I was going to fail this time!" Chen Zhuo almost laughed out loud. This situation also happened to him. Songs would automatically play in his head during exams. And the more you want it to stop, the more happily it sings.
In addition to Wang Changhua, other students also came to Chen Zhu to check answers. This time, even the top students in the first examination room did not put on airs and held draft papers to discuss physics questions with Chen Zhu. Although the class teacher Yin Yanqiu often emphasizes "take one subject and let it go", can we really expect this group of high school students to control their anxiety? Chen Zhuo was surrounded by everyone, just like a small vendor selling candied haws, surrounded by children waiting to get the candied haws. At this moment, a figure appeared in the corner of his eye. He was tall and had a cold face. Song Shiwei. She walked out of the first examination room next door, probably wanting to breathe some fresh air and prepare for the next English exam. Song Shiwei might not have many friends in the first examination room, or given her personality she had few friends in school. She stood alone in the corridor, looking into the distance, not knowing where she was looking. A gust of wind blew through the hall, making her hair stick tightly to her face. Song Shiwei stretched out her green fingers to tidy up her hair, but just as she finished tidying up one side, the other side was blown up again. Her hair was messy like willow catkins, but there was a kind of messy beauty in it. Maybe it’s because she’s beautiful. The group of boys who had been gathered around Chen in a lively manner just now suddenly stopped making noise tacitly. They turned into gentle gentlemen and spoke in low voices. "No matter how old they are, men will subconsciously pretend to be beautiful when they see a beautiful woman." Chen smiled inwardly. He did not blush and act helplessly when seeing female classmates as he did before, but nodded to Song Shiwei calmly. Song Shi was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting Chen Zhu to take the initiative to say hello, but when he thought about how Chen Zhu had offended Li Jianming for him yesterday, he nodded slightly in response. Her eyes were clear and bright, like a translucent glass lamp. The moment their eyes met, Chen was absent-minded for a moment. The second subject in the afternoon is English. This is one of Chen Zhuo's weaknesses. He still can't answer questions that he shouldn't. For questions that he really can't understand, he simply chooses the most pleasing answer based on his sense of language. Just like the Chinese language test, after handing in the paper, the students hardly discussed the test questions except for a few complaints about their unclear listening comprehension.
After all, compared with the simple and clear answers in mathematics and physics, you can't just recite your English composition over and over again. There is still one chemistry subject left tomorrow, but because it is the last subject, regardless of whether the result of today's exam is good or not, everyone finally feels a little relieved. During evening self-study, the chemical symbols of "sulfur dioxide and ferroferric oxide" were occasionally mixed with whispers of gossip. There are no teachers to supervise the evening self-study, so they have to mark the test papers all night long and try to announce the results on Monday or even tomorrow night. ······ The next morning, there was the last chemistry exam. This subject is different from physics and mathematics. In addition to requiring understanding and calculation skills, it also involves a certain amount of memorization knowledge. This means that even if you don’t know how to answer the last few complex questions, you can still get some basic points as long as you read more books. Therefore, for top students, the score difference in chemistry is generally not too big, and the level is basically above 120 points. After handing in the paper, there was a half-day holiday, but I still had to go back to school for evening self-study in the evening. When Chen went home for lunch at noon, he finally met his father, Chen Peisong. "Hey, our future college student is back!" As soon as Chen Zhuo stepped into the house, Old Chen, who was reading a newspaper on the sofa, stood up with a smile. Chen Peisong is 43 years old and is the deputy director of a grassroots street office. This job is actually not easy, as almost everything in the area can be pushed to him in the end, so Chen's work is complicated and busy, and he has to attend many social events. The round belly seems to be covered with a swimming ring, and it has long lost the upright appearance of its youth. Of course, because Director Chen needs to deal with various complicated affairs every day at the grassroots level, he has become very wise and far-sighted. When Chen was on duty to help with poverty alleviation, whenever he faced some difficult problems, he would call his father to get his advice. "Dad~" Chen Zhuo was actually very excited when he saw his father for the first time after his rebirth, but he did not show it. He called out calmly as usual, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Chen Zhuo and his son Chen Peisong have two completely different personalities. Chen Zhuo is dull and introverted, while Lao Chen is humorous and interesting. Chen Peisong looked at his son for a few seconds, then suddenly exclaimed "Huh?" Then he went to the kitchen and said to his wife Mao Xiaoqin, "How come Chen seems to have become a different person after not seeing him for two or three days?" Mao Xiaoqin, who was cooking, was confused at first, but then she realized: "My son got his hair cut. I was a little uncomfortable at first, but after looking at it for a while, I think it's okay. He looks more handsome than before." "is it?" Chen Peisong felt that this change was not entirely due to the change in image, but he really couldn't tell the specific reason. After all, Director Chen has been working at the grassroots level for many years and has seen so many different kinds of people and things, so one can more or less feel the difference in Chen. But it was indeed his son's fault, and in the end he could only blame it on his hair. "How come you cut my son's hair so well? He looks old even though he is still so young." Old Chen muttered silently. During lunch, the family of three chatted about family matters again. Chen Peisong felt relieved when he saw that although Chen Zhe still didn't talk much, his speech was clear and organized. He was most worried that Chen Zhuo might have encountered something at school, and given his son's dull personality, he was unwilling to tell his parents.
No matter how the families of high school students chat, the topic will eventually return to study. Mao Xiaoqin picked up a chicken leg for Chen Zhuo and asked with some anticipation: "The first mock exam is finally over, how do you feel, Chen Zhuo?" "Hey!" Chen Peisong waved his hand, interrupting his wife's questioning: "The exam is already over, what are you asking about?" Ms. Mao glared at her husband and said, "I'm nervous if I don't ask. After all, I can't be like some people who are so busy that they don't even care about the family. It's only because our son is so successful that we never worry about him. Otherwise, I would have quarreled with you!" Chen Peisong knew that he felt guilty towards his family. All these years were thanks to his wife's efforts, so whenever Mao Xiaoqin frowned, he would put on a "hehehe" smile and wait patiently for his wife to calm down. This was the daily life of Lao Chen and Ms. Mao, and it remained like this for many years to come. Seeing his parents' strong relationship, Chen was in a good mood, but he still calmed down and said, "It should be about the same as usual." After hearing this, Mao Xiaoqin looked at her husband, and they both felt relieved. If it is similar to usual, that means between 610 and 620. According to the score lines of previous years, Huazhong University of Science and Technology should have no problem getting into the university. "Huagong is on Yueken Road. I need to take two buses to get there..." Mao Xiaoqin has already been planning the bus route she will take to visit Chen after he goes to college. ······ After lunch, Chen Zhuo took a nap at home, and then found Huang Baihan and went back to school for evening self-study. Da Huang was much more depressed than usual, obviously worried about his test results. No teacher came to the evening study session today, not even one to check on him. They were either grading the test papers or ranking them after grading them. At this time, even the top students in the experimental class were absent-minded when reading. Whenever the sound of high heels "tapping" was heard in the empty corridor, everyone would look up nervously, thinking that it was the class teacher Yin Yanqiu coming to distribute test papers. If the students find out that it is not the class teacher, their facial expressions will obviously relax. We were so nervous that when it was time for the second evening study session, the "tapping" sound of high heels rang out again, and everyone subconsciously raised their heads again. Wearing a grey suit and thick gold-rimmed glasses, this time it turned out to be the class teacher Yin Yanqiu! Moreover, she was holding several thick stacks of test papers in her hands! Are the results really going to be out tonight? There were bursts of gasps in the classroom. ······ (Please vote and read for support, thank you!) (End of this chapter)