Language had always been Jiang Sheng's weakness, but that weakness was relative.
Compared to the rest of the class, he was considered above average.
Many people said that Chinese was the most useless subject. What classical Chinese? Who would use this when talking? It was not like they had transmigrated.
There was also the reading comprehension. He would ask non-stop questions about the author's intention and the central idea of the article. He felt that he had written about 80% to 90% of the answer, but in the end, he was far from the answer.
It was really a headache.
If it was still the era of writing letters, then Chinese might still be useful. But there was already a telephone, so who would still write so many words every day?
This was what most people thought of Chinese.
However, Jiang Sheng knew that this was not the case. Chinese was actually the short form of language and culture. This subject covered various aspects such as language and articles, language knowledge, and cultural knowledge.
Language was a tool for communication and the easiest way to communicate with the world. It was indispensable in interpersonal communication.
Learning the art of language was often twice the result with half the effort.
In fact, everyone was enjoying the convenience of learning Chinese. It was just that they did not realize it.
Jiang Sheng took the test paper and scanned it briefly. He estimated the overall difficulty before he started writing.
Hu Lijuan began to walk around the classroom with a pointer in her hand. The sound of high heels could be heard constantly.
However, she did not seem to realize it at all and continued to walk back and forth.
Some people scratched their heads in frustration, but they did not dare to say anything.
Jiang Sheng's writing was as if he had a spirit. He quickly took down all the multiple-choice questions in front of him, and it was very smooth until he filled in the blanks for the poems.
Those tongue-twister poems that he could not memorize in the past seemed to have a life of their own and ran into his mind. He could not forget them even if he wanted to.
The Book of Songs and the Analects of Confucius were all at his fingertips.
Guan Guan turtledove, in the Yellow River island. A graceful lady is a good match for a gentleman.
The Master said,"To learn without thinking is to be lost; to think without learning is to be in danger.”
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While the others were still biting their pens and thinking hard, wanting to secretly flip through the book, Jiang Sheng had already finished writing.
Wang Hao's paper was still pure white. Other than his name, there was nothing written on it.
While Hu Lijuan was resting on the podium, he whispered to Jiang Sheng,""Did you write all of this from memory?"
Jiang Sheng nodded.
"F * ck, when did you secretly tutor me behind my back?”
"Is it very difficult?" Jiang Sheng asked casually. I'll remember it after reading it once."
Wang Hao was instantly speechless. He felt that his intelligence had been insulted.
Jiang Sheng continued writing. Wang Hao did not care anymore and started copying.
The common point in their school days was that if someone had good grades, everyone around him would do well. His performance was abnormal, and the people around him also failed the test.
Although cheating was explicitly prohibited, it was human nature to be opportunistic. Very few people could be completely honest.
This was a contest between conscience and vanity, and the result was a matter of opinion.
As Jiang Sheng wrote, he recalled the questions of the college entrance examination.
Although it had been decades, it was still a very important exam in his life. Even for a poor student like him, he had a deep impression of it.
Of course, it was impossible for him to recall every single word, but he still knew what type of question to ask.
This was similar to the college entrance examination. It was a bit of luck, but he was confident in taking it.
The standard time for an exam was 150 minutes, but this kind of test only lasted for two classes. Including the 10-minute break, it would be 90 minutes at most, so there was no need to write an essay.
Hu Lijuan stood on the podium, staring at the paper. She couldn't hand it in in advance.
Jiang Sheng took a piece of paper and began to write down the questions he had asked during the college entrance examination.
After writing almost the entire page, the bell rang.
"Sit down, what's the hurry!"
Hu Lijuan roared, and the others who were rushing to the cafeteria were too scared to move.
Wang Hao muttered the word "tigress" in a low voice and snorted in dissatisfaction.
"Students in the first row, please collect your papers.”
The whole class immediately complained. When the papers were sold out, the chicken drumsticks were all snatched by others.
Hu Lijuan slammed the table and shouted angrily,"What are you arguing about? What are you arguing about?"
Jiang Sheng was not in a hurry. He sat there and waited.
Qiao Yunjin began to roll back the scroll. Jiang Sheng watched as she walked closer and closer, and that beautiful face brimming with youth became clearer and clearer.
When he arrived in front of him, Wang Hao could not hold it in anymore. He handed in his paper and ran out to snatch food.
Jiang Sheng smiled and moved the paper back, leaving Qiao Yunjin empty-handed.
She raised her eyebrows and was about to get angry again." What are you doing?!" Are you giving it to me or not?"
Jiang Sheng smiled cunningly as he stared into Qiao Yunjin's eyes.
"Hold my hand after school and I'll give you the paper.”
The second chapter.
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