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The entire grading process for this model exam is strictly in accordance with the college entrance examination grading system.
The name part of the answer sheet was all sealed, and after being scrambled, the teachers of each subject distributed the corrections.
The answer sheets for the color-filling type will be marked directly by machine.
The students waited impatiently for three days, while the teachers worked day and night for three days.
In the afternoon of the last day, the Chinese marking room.
Pan Wenhua put down the paper in his hand with a headache and took a sip of tea.
This Chinese language test is extremely difficult. She has been making crosses almost every step of the way.
Especially a few papers with the handwriting of the top students in Class A that I can recognize at a glance¡ª¡ª
¡°Both Meng Yan and Tang Qingqing did very poorly in the exam this time, and they may all fail.
The more she corrected, the more irritated she became, so she simply threw away her pen and got up to see how other teachers were grading.
"Teacher Zhang, how is the situation at your place?"
A fat old man sighed after hearing this: "Don't mention it! Every essay is wrong, and the reading comprehension is all made up.
Even for the previous multiple-choice questions, I haven¡¯t seen any of them correct until now! "
When Pan Wenhua heard this, he glanced briefly.
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The fat old man shook his head: "Finally, I got it right just now. Guess what? I didn't write a word in the composition!"
Hearing this, Pan Wenhua was stunned.
"You haven't written the composition? Which paper? Let me take a look!"
She had a premonition in her heart.
The fat old man flipped through the paper and found out the paper: "That's it. Look at it, it's all right on the front!
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? But I don¡¯t want to write a composition¡¡±
The fat old man became more and more angry as he thought about it, and he put down his pen heavily: ¡°I don¡¯t know who to fight against!¡±
Pan Wenhua eagerly took the paper and scanned it carefully.
This handwriting She was very sure that it was Song Qinrong's paper that she had been staring at for half an hour!
It¡¯s all right, and it¡¯s still all right!
Pan Wenhua's hands trembled slightly.
Song Qinrong even though she didn¡¯t write the essay, she still got 90 points, which is higher than the scores of Tang Qingqing and Meng Yan in Class A, so what if in other subjects
Thinking of this, she shook her head hard.
Impossible, how could that country bumpkin Song Qinrong really win first place! No matter what happens, Fu Yan is still here.
She is Fu Yan¡¯s Chinese teacher. She knows best that no matter how difficult the Chinese paper is, Fu Yan can score 120 points!
At this moment, at the other end of the office, a teacher frowned and shouted.
"Damn, who is this? I can get zero marks in Chinese!"
"What?" Several teachers were shocked.
??Zero score for Chinese? Simply unheard of.
They gathered around and admired the zero-point paper.
"I asked you how much sadness you can have, but you still say it's so cold in autumn? Hahaha what kind of talent is this!"
"A young man who doesn't work hard will hang himself on a branch in the southeast? Not to mention, this ancient poem is quite smooth?"
"Hahaha What kind of thoughts and feelings does this passage express? The author just wrote it to make up for the number of words, so there is no emotion? I really I can laugh for a year after reading his paper! Hahaha"
"Do you recognize this handwriting? Is this a child in your class?"
"no."
"Not from our class either."
Several teachers laughed and shook their heads. Because they were not in their own class, they laughed without any psychological burden, and their voices became louder and louder.
Only Pan Wenhua was too preoccupied to join in the fun.
She thought about it again and again, but still felt uneasy, so she simply walked out of the Chinese language office.
Unlike the cheerful atmosphere in the Chinese language office, the mathematics office is in a cold winter at this time.
Every teacher had a sullen face and the force on their hands was very heavy. Every cross is made as if there is a deep grudge against the paper.
Pan Wenhua walked in lightly, picked up the hot water bottle on the floor, and poured it for each teacher as he walked, never forgetting to ask a question.
"How did the children do in the math test this time?"
Everybody is tacitly shaking their headshead.
Pan Wenhua felt at ease and did not forget to say: "I heard from Teacher Jiang that the last three math questions this time are extremely difficult. Has any student solved them?"
One of the teachers suddenly jumped up excitedly: ¡°I have one here, and it¡¯s all correct after approval!¡±
"Someone is actually right?" Upon hearing this, several teachers looked up with their eyes widened, looking very excited, "Is it Fu Yan?"
Pan Wenhua's heart suddenly rose: "Yes, just one, right?"
"What do you mean by just one? If our school can produce just one talent of this level, we should burn incense! Teacher Pan, you teach Chinese, so you may not know how difficult this math paper is."
The teacher looked at the paper on the table and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Even us math teachers may not be able to solve the last few questions!
But this kid answered every proof point just right, and his logical thinking is terrifyingly strong!
¡°Oh my god, I never thought of this kind of problem-solving idea. This childthis child is amazing! "
Upon hearing this, the teachers in the entire office gathered around and discussed which god this paper came from.
Pan Wenhua was also extremely nervous and wanted to squeeze in: "Is it Fu Yan?"
"It should be Fu Yan. Apart from him, who is number one in his grade, who else in our affiliated middle school can fill in all such difficult papers!"
"That's not what you're saying. I also have one here that's completely filled in, but it's all wrong! Hahaha It took me a long time to write it and I felt so lonely!"
A tall and thin male teacher smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"All wrong?" Pan Wenhua stopped and looked at the male teacher.
The male teacher nodded: "Yes! Every step is written very seriously, but all the answers are not on point. Don't tell me, just for this serious attitude, I want to give sympathy points"
Hearing this, Pan Wenhua's uneasy heart slowly calmed down.
This time, there were only two people in the school who filled up the math paper.
Coincidentally.
Pan Wenhua knows who these two people are!
¡° One is Song Qinrong, a repeater, and the other is Fu Yan, who has always been at the top of the list.
Now, one paper is all correct and one paper is all wrong.
You can use your toes to figure out which paper belongs to whom.
Thinking of this, Pan Wenhua's face, which had been tense for several days, completely relaxed. She stopped and suddenly lost the desire to watch the perfect score papers in mathematics.
¡°I just diligently gave the tall and thin male teacher more tea and hot water, and then left with satisfaction.
The next morning.
The atmosphere in the entire Affiliated High School was unprecedentedly tense. Class F, the noisiest class, is now quiet with no one uttering a word.
In the office, the teachers have already received the papers for their respective classes, and haven¡¯t turned through a few pages yet.
Someone shouted: "Look at the group, the rankings are out!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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