My whole family abuses me? Then I will abuse the whole family!

Principal Yang watched Wen Jing doing the test paper for a while and felt a little bored. He was very curious about the young man who had been guarding the door. "Who are you, Wen Jing?"

Shitou scratched his head and smiled naively, "I am considered her... younger brother." He originally wanted to say that he was her junior brother, but he entered the sect much earlier than Wen Jing, so he should be her junior sister, but Wen Jing was older than him, and the master had never formally accepted Wen Jing as a disciple.

My younger brother is more suitable.

Principal Yang was skeptical. The two men didn't look much alike, so he didn't ask any questions.

Shitou was a very outgoing person. After a while, he was chatting with Principal Yang like a brother. He told Principal Yang that he was a student of Ning'an Martial Arts School and taught Principal Yang some martial arts to strengthen his body.

Principal Yang followed the practice and although his muscles were a little sore and he was sweating, he felt refreshed and all his occupational diseases were relieved a lot.

He had an impression of He Jianjun. He used to be a national martial arts champion. He had trained many martial arts athletes over the years and achieved many results. He was even featured in newspapers in recent years.

There is no distinction between those who teach culture and those who teach martial arts. As long as they are good at teaching, they will appreciate each other.

As expected of a student taught by a champion, very good.

As a result, my impression of Wen Jing has improved a lot.

The sun had already set and the stars were already blinking.

The pre-school and primary school departments had already finished school, and only the junior high school floors were brightly lit.

Day students have to attend two evening self-study sessions before they can leave school, while boarding students have to attend three evening self-study sessions.

Wenjing’s hands were sore from writing.

After writing so many papers in a row, she seemed to have regained some of the feeling she had when she was studying. Some knowledge revived in her memory, and she took the initiative to do some questions on her own.

"I'm done."

Principal Yang collected all the test papers in her hands.

He himself was a political teacher and he marked the papers with a red pen in his office.

All the multiple-choice questions are correct.

All multiple choice questions are correct.

All the true and false questions are correct.

All the fill-in-the-blank questions are correct.

Every point of view in the question-and-answer analysis questions is very correct, and even has more advanced ideas. Although the handwriting looks like it was chewed by a dog and there are a few typos, the content makes up for this major flaw.

For the last question, he actually wrote a very clear and logical account of his views on the country's development in the next twenty years.

Even though he teaches politics, he doesn't have such ideological awareness.

Principal Yang was a little tense and his face was extremely serious. He took the remaining test papers and went out to find teachers of other subjects to mark them.

Wen Jing thought he was angry.

"I...didn't do well in the exam?"

[I can't bear to look at your awful handwriting]

Wen Jing blushed, "I haven't written much in the past twenty years, so my hands are not very good at writing."

"But... you are amazing. You still remember all this knowledge."

[It’s not that I remember it, it’s that I saw the reference answer]

Wen Jing was stunned. "Ah? Reference answers? Where are the reference answers?"

[These papers were taken by Xie Qingfeng from the teachers' offices. Teachers usually prepare a test paper by themselves. I just used a bit of ghost energy to attach to him and take him over. I'll give you the answers here.]

Wen Jing didn't expect that she could have this skill, "When did you have this ability?"

[Always had it, but never had a chance to use it]

Wen Jing suddenly became a little nervous. She was just worried about whether she had done poorly in the exam, but now she was worried that she had done too well.

It would be fine if Lin Zhen knew all these, but the problem is that she was also there to see the doctor.

I always feel uneasy when I see the high scores I got based on the reference answers.

What if someone asked her a question in person and she couldn't answer it and had no reference answers to look at? She would definitely be exposed and she didn't even dare to think about the consequences.

[It's okay, I've controlled the score, don't feel any psychological burden. Principal Yang asked you to take the test in order to find out whether you are worth his time.]

[You have to study very hard in the future and try to make this pretense you put on today a reality]

Wen Jing gritted her teeth and hummed, "I know, I will try my best."

Principal Yang watched these teachers mark the test papers with his own eyes.

Chinese 72, Mathematics 85, Foreign Language 87, Politics 94, Physics 81, Chemistry 75, Biology 40.

The total score is 534 points.

If there weren't so many typos and ugly handwriting that deducted marks from the paper, the score could have been another ten points higher.

(According to the data, in 1987, the six subjects of Chinese, mathematics, English, politics, physics and chemistry were 100 points each, biology was 50 points, and history and geography were not included in the high school entrance examination. The total score was 650 points. If there are discrepancies in the data, it is because the high school entrance examination policies in different regions are different)

Principal Yang's hands were shaking a little. The top student in the third grade of their school only scored 530 points, which was just above the score line of No. 587 Middle School and could barely get into the regular class, let alone the top class. But Wen Jing scored points that year, breaking the record of Huangjin Town Middle School's high school entrance examination results and getting into the top class of No. Middle School.

It’s understandable that Wenjing hasn’t touched a book for more than a year, her handwriting is not good, and she has forgotten some knowledge.

But...even in this situation, he was still able to pass the passing score, which is really awesome.

If Wen Jing could hear his inner thoughts, she would be so embarrassed that she would find a way to sneak in.

Stop bragging, or you'll explode.

Principal Yang is a person who values ​​talent very much. He has seen too many children who want to study, regardless of gender. Although they have good grades and can go to high school and take the college entrance examination, the girls are forced to marry others by their parents in order to get a dowry, and the boys are sent out of the province early to do hard work to subsidize the family.

Even if he wants to manage it, he doesn't have the ability or power to do so.

They can only watch helplessly as those children with excellent academic performance give up their studies and live their lives according to the arrangements of their ignorant parents.

He reached out his hands to help them, but they seemed to be carrying invisible mountains on their backs and he could not move them even a little bit.

That feeling of powerlessness and despair is indescribable, and only those who have been teachers will understand it.

Wen Jing was able to find herself back on her own and knew clearly what she should do to overcome those mountains.

Principal Yang looked at him with a sharp gaze. "Do you really want to study at No. 1 Middle School now? Are you sure you can keep up with the progress? And... do you have the money to pay for tuition and living expenses?"

Wen Jing said firmly: "Yes, I can do it. This is my only chance. I will never give up studying."

Shitou interrupted, "I will prepare the tuition and living expenses, you don't have to worry too much."

Principal Yang's worries completely disappeared, and tears appeared in his eyes. "Okay, I'll help you."

It was too late, and Principal Yang was afraid that something might happen to them on the way. He also couldn't guarantee that Wen Jing's parents would sell her to someone else again when she returned home. This kind of thing happened frequently.

Wen Jing and Shi Tou were simply arranged to live in the student dormitory. There were still some empty beds, and they could get by for one night with a layer of quilts.