"Piao Zhao, don't forget to bring your drawing homework and report card back after school this afternoon.”Zhao Minlan helped her daughter carry the heavy, oversized black leather bag and nagged tirelessly. Wu Jiansen put down his bowl and shouted,"Piao Zhao, wait for me. I'll drive you before I die!”
"I know, Mom! Wu Jiansen, I don't need you to send me off! Being an art student is more tiring than other students. Why am I so unlucky? Not only am I a miserable high school student dog, but I'm also being oppressed by my mother!”Wu Tengfeng scratched her chin and kicked her unique sapphire blue shoes. She grabbed her school bag with a bitter face and swung her thick ponytail that reached her knees. She ran like a horse on the racecourt, stirring up a cloud of sand and dust, and disappeared in an instant.
Zhao Minlan wiped her hands with a rag, took off her apron, and sat down to eat breakfast."This brat! Yuying, hurry up and eat. Don't be late again.”
In the language class, the young female teacher combed her long hair and glanced at the silent, dark mass of heads below."Cao Pi's 'Song of Short Songs' and 'Song of Swallow' and Zhang Ruoxu's 'Moonlit Night on the Spring River' have all been finished. Now, students, please start reciting. Those who have finished reciting, raise your hands. I'll check it later. Hey, Wu Tengfeng, don't just focus on reading extra-cursory books. You should also memorize them!”
Finally, there was someone else's voice in the lifeless classroom. Wu Tengfeng scratched her chin and reluctantly put down the thick Old Tang Book. She quickly glanced at the textbook and tapped her right hand on the table as if she was typing on a keyboard. Half a minute later, she raised her hand and said,"Teacher, I've memorized them all."
"You memorized it all? So fast? Wu Tengfeng, you carry it." The teacher was eager to try.
"It's so troublesome to carry. Teacher, I think I should show off my calligraphy.”Wu Tengfeng smiled confidently and scratched her chin. She walked up to the podium and recited fluently while writing on the blackboard in official script. Her right hand quickly typed on the keyboard on the blackboard." Spring River Flower Moonlit Night: The spring river's tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises together with the tide. Yan Yan follows the waves for thousands of miles…"
After she finished writing, she wrote on the blackboard in regular script,"The Song of Short Songs looks up at the curtain and looks down at the feast. The object remains the same, but the person does not exist. The gods suddenly abandoned me and moved far away. I'm not looking forward to it, I'm not relying on it, I'm crying…"
Then, she switched to writing on the thin gold board." Song of the Swallow: How can parting be easy? Meeting is difficult. The mountains and rivers are long and the road is long. Yu Tao Si Jun did not dare to say anything, but sent a message that the floating clouds will not return…"All the handwriting was vigorous and vigorous, and it showed his deep calligraphy skills.
"Teacher, if there's anything you don't know how to do in the future, feel free to ask me.”In the end, she threw the chalk on the podium, patted the chalk dust off her hand, scratched her chin, and returned to her seat arrogantly and aggressively to continue reading.
The teacher widened her eyes in surprise. Liu Rumei raised her hand."Teacher, you're new here and don't know the situation. Wu Tengfeng was the most talented girl in the school. No matter how abstruse the books and texts were, she could read ten lines at a glance and had a photographic memory. No matter how long or difficult the article was, she could recite it without any mistakes in three minutes. She knew astronomy and geography, both civil and martial, and was known as the real person Baidu! We deeply felt that her intelligence was absolutely crushing us! The most hateful thing was that apart from Teacher Chen's class, she was either reading extra-cursory books or sleeping at other times. However, every time the report card was released, her language was no less than 146, English and comprehensive full marks were no less than 143, and science was no less than 143! He directly threw us out dozens of streets!”
The teacher was really shocked. After class, she returned to the office, put down the lesson plan, and poured a cup of tea."Elder Chen, isn't your favorite student too powerful? In class, she only cared about reading extra-cursory books. I asked her to get up and memorize them, but she didn't seem to care. She arrogantly slapped the book and casually glanced at the textbook. In less than half a minute, she had memorized every word. She used thin gold script to copy Cao Pi's " Song of the Swallow," regular script to copy " Song of the Short Song," and official script to copy Zhang Ruoxu's " Spring River Flower Moonlight Night." Her handwriting was also very good. It seemed that she had practiced for at least 14 or 15 years. I originally thought that he was exaggerating, but today I know that it's true! Seeing how powerful she was, I was really shocked.”
"This girl, Biao Zhao, is sleeping in my math class. She's so arrogant. That day, I saw her sleeping, so I asked her to do the questions on the blackboard. In the end, she glanced at the question and wrote the steps to solve it perfectly. Any supplements would be a waste! After she finished writing, she threw the chalk on the podium, clapped her hands, and dragged it back to her seat. She even said arrogantly, Teacher, if you have any questions that you don't know how to answer in the future, feel free to ask me to answer them for you. Her baring her fangs and brandishing her claws really made me vomit three liters of old blood! But there was no other way. She had the capital to be arrogant. She was beautiful, had a model figure, and with her results, it would definitely not be a problem for her to get into Peking University and Tsinghua University!”The math teacher had a helpless expression as he pushed the thick " bottom of the wine bottle ".
"Of course, Biao Zhao's talent and strength are not just for show. She learned everything. Since she was five years old, she had been practicing official script, seal script, regular script, cursive script, thin gold script, Song script, running script, and even oracle bone script, golden script, and Sanskrit. Moreover, she spent a lot of effort on everything she learned. It would be strange if she could not learn it well. Her father was the chief professor of the history department of the National Central University. He was also an authority in the field of archaeology and a living signboard of the history program on CCTV. Like father, like son. With such a powerful father, her knowledge of history and ancient Chinese culture is definitely much more than yours. She knows a lot about other aspects. You're already the twenty-fifth teacher to be shocked by her!”Chen Yuxiao was in high spirits, his face beaming with joy as he spoke, as if he was showing off his child's great potential. He raised his chin proudly.
Another middle-aged teacher smiled."I taught her Chinese in Year One. When I was doing a spot check on her memorization,'Song of the Pipa' and its preface had more than 700 words. She casually glanced at the textbook and tapped on the desk as if she was typing on a keyboard. In just three minutes, she recited 'Song of the Pipa' and 'Song of Everlasting Sorrow' together! The other students only recited the second paragraph of Song of the Pipa according to the requirements. The shortest time they took was fifteen minutes. This child is so powerful. It doesn't matter if she's a little ostentatious or arrogant. I think she has quite a personality. However, this child was obedient to Old Chen. He was as obedient as a kitten.”
During art class, Chen Yuxiao, who had gray sideburns, pushed up presbyopic glasses, cleared his throat, and took a sip of tea.""Now, let's start reading the results. Wu Tengfeng was also the top student in the whole year, the only student who got A in all three subjects. Not bad, Piao Zhao. Keep it up. Chen Xiaoyue, portrait sketch, A, still life color, A, sketch, B. Liu Rumei, portrait sketch, B, color, A, sketch, C………………”
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