IACF [QT] Chapter 19.2

In fact, when Su Yi got the test paper, she did all the questions first and then calculated how many points she needed to get.

Because the 60th-place student in the previous monthly exam scored 142 points in mathematics, she planned to score 141, so she should deduct nine points.

One multiple-choice question and one fill-in-the-blank question, wouldn’t the total be exactly nine points?

She changed the correct answer and wrote a random answer on the answer sheet.

She originally planned to just randomly answer the last small question, but after calculating again and again, she couldn’t get the right score, so she gave up.

If she had known that this exam was going to be difficult, she would not have written the whole small question later.

After the math class, Zhang Jiajia, Fang Yingying, and others immediately surrounded Su Yi, each of them in disbelief.

“Su Yi, you are actually a top student! 140 points! If I can get 140 points, my parents will be so happy!”

“Just tell me, Su Yi, what else can’t you do?”

Su Yi thought about it seriously and said honestly: “No, I don’t know anything. I’m not good at Chinese.”

Zhang Jiajia waved her hand, “Don’t worry. People who are good at science are usually not good at Chinese. Mathematics alone can pull others down a lot of points. What’s there to be afraid of if you are not good at Chinese?”

After that, she said happily: “But my Chinese is not bad. That’s my strong point.”

It happened that the next class was Chinese. The Chinese teacher was young and beautiful, and she walked with a fragrant breeze.

As soon as she came, she said: “There is good news and bad news.”

“The bad news is I think everyone knows that the test results this time are not ideal. The average score is at the bottom of the grade.”

The students were not surprised at all and asked: “What’s the good news?”

The young teacher smiled mysteriously, “The good news is that there is a student in our class who scored 123 points and ranked third in the ordinary class. Guess who it is?”

She thought the students would rush to say what they thought the name was, but instead, they were all silent for a while, looking at each other, and then said in unison: “Su Yi, right?”

“It must be Su Yi!”

“The great god in our class.”

“Do you all know it?” The Chinese teacher looked confused, shrugged, and handed out the test paper.

Zhang Jiajia got her test paper, and the three bright red numbers of 118 on it made her sad.

She was so stupid that she forgot that the bad test results of the academic bully were not the same as the bad results of ordinary people.

She thought that Su Yi was really bad at Chinese. What a liar!

In fact, she really blamed Su Yi wrongly. She calculated the deductions for other subjects during the exams, but only Chinese was her most authentic score, which was not faked at all.

This could be seen from the fact that she wrote a lot of essays and tried hard to make up a good story, but the teacher mercilessly deducted 18 points.

She really tried her best.

She got all the basic questions right and did not lose a single point for wrong characters, idioms, and grammatical errors, but her style was a bit off from the beginning of reading comprehension.

She really didn’t understand. The question asked, what did the last sentence of the article, the bowl of cold braised pork, mean?

She thought about it for a long time and wrote carefully: Cold braised pork, no matter in terms of color, taste, nutrition, etc., is not as good as the meat just out of the pot, blah blah…

Then, she also explained the best way to make braised pork, and if you really had to eat cold meat, she also explained how to retain the flavor of the meat to the greatest extent.

She wrote neatly, and her handwriting was very beautiful. It read more like a delicious food essay, but the teacher gave her a red cross coldly, and then she lost three points.

Because the correct answer was that it highlighted the author’s grief and depression, highlighted the character’s image, and expressed the expectation and yearning for beautiful things and life…

The big devil was very confused, very distressed, and very helpless.

The teacher announced the answers at the top, and she memorized them quickly at the bottom.

After class, Zhang Jiajia came to Su Yi again. She was going to condemn the liar, but when she saw Su Yi’s test paper, she burst out laughing.

“Oh my God, Su Yi, how did you do it? The article is so depressing and heavy, and you only think that the braised pork is not delicious when it is cold?”

Su Yi snorted unwillingly.

Zhang Jiajia rubbed her stomach and continued to read. When she saw Su Yi’s composition, she laughed and fell on her.

“Hey, the title is “Waiting”. You can write anything, waiting for someone to go home, waiting for rain, waiting for a gust of wind… It sounds literary and fresh, and it’s easy to move people, right? But what did you write?”

Su Yi retorted: “I wrote about waiting for Grandma to come home.”

“Yes, you wrote about waiting for Grandma to come home. It’s right.” Zhang Jiajia wiped the tears from her eyes.

“But you wait for Grandma to eat! Hahahaha… You even wrote eight ways to eat blue crabs. Su Yi, you are really a genius. Hahaha! The teacher is giving you face by only deducting 18 points!”

Su Yi let her laugh all over her, with a look of nobleness and coldness on her face.

Heh, this little thing of Chinese was still as unreasonable as ever.

 

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Translator’s Comment:

Su Yi: Let me cut off our friendship for 5 minutes! Hmph!!

 

Btw, I also have a top student friend, who always says that she is doing badly in the exam, but in the end, she gets the highest score!!!

Not understanding the mind of a top student!!!

 

 

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