A great director who grew up happily

This positive trend of things really broke Chen Jinnian's defenses.

Looking at the nearly triple-digit number of challengers behind his name on the notice board, Chen Jinnian was about to burst into tears. "What the hell is this? How come there are 77 people wanting to challenge me? There are only a few people in our entire grade."

After hearing his words, many people around him lowered their heads slightly. Some of them were indeed too much, but they didn't expect that everyone thought the same way.

"Yeah, it does seem a bit too much." Wang Yidi opened her mouth slightly in surprise, not knowing how to explain it. The number written on it made her suspect that the teacher had typed an extra "7" when typing.

After all, everyone else was normal. No one challenged Lin Lei'er and Qiao Yingzi, but Jiang Lin, Huang Zhitao and others were challenged by five or six people. Even for the liberal arts subjects of history and geography, there were only a dozen people challenging them.

Cheng Mengyu, who is also a candidate for Chinese language, also has only 6 people listed. But when it comes to Chen Jinnian, the number goes straight to three digits.

Wang Yidi tugged at Chen Jinnian's sleeve, covered his mouth and whispered, "Jinnian, why don't we go ask the teacher and find out what's going on."

"never mind."

Chen Jinnian shook his head. He didn't care about these things in the first place. Since so many people wanted them, he refused to give them to them. You guys are going to be mad.

His reading and memory abilities have now reached Level 3, which is an elite level. Although Chinese is not a subject that completely tests memory, it has a strong reading and memory bonus, so naturally he is like a fish in water.

Meanwhile, in the general office, Pan Shuai was scratching his head anxiously, looking over the list and complaining, "Are these students crazy? Why are they picking on Chen Jinnian alone? How am I supposed to set any questions?"

"Isn't this quite normal? For subjects like math and physics, if you don't know the subject, you don't know the subject. But for liberal arts subjects like these, even if you don't know the subject, you can at least write a few sentences. So now, whether you are studying science or liberal arts, everyone is planning to try Chen Jinnian." Teacher Chen Qi said.

He teaches physics, and he just picked up a few sets of Olympiad questions, revised them a little, and that was all he needed to do.

"But why is there no one challenging Cheng Mengyu?" Pan Shuai still couldn't understand.

"His parents are both professors at Minzu University, so his family has a long history of learning." Chen Qi patted Pan Shuai on the shoulder. "Besides, Chen Jinnian is very popular. For things like this, you have to use someone you know."

"Ah, how did you know?" Pan Shuai looked up and asked.

"I have some questions for the students." Teacher Chen Qi chuckled.

At this time, Li Meng came back from get out of class and the first thing he said when he pushed the door open was, "Teacher Pan, you have to hurry up. The exam will be after school this afternoon. Have you finished the questions?"

"My dear head teacher." Pan Shuai spread his hands and leaned back in his office chair wearily. He kicked his legs and slid out. "You've caused me so much trouble. You should have listened to me and selected Chen Jinnian as the candidate for mathematics."

"Come on, it would be the same for anyone else." Li Meng rolled her eyes at him.

"Can we wait until next week to take the test? I have no idea what questions to ask right now."

Li Meng picked up the cup and took a sip of water. Then he said, "Teacher Pan, let me give you a hint. This is a subject competition. The exam will be based on memory or questions with definite answers. There will most likely be no subjective questions."

Pan Shuai thought about it, and after returning to his workstation, he took out all the required and elective Chinese textbooks.

It is said that compulsory courses must be tested and elective courses are optional, but today he insisted on testing them all. He simply opened a book and started typing on the keyboard, not caring whether the students had memorized it or not. He only had one thought in mind.

"You all have to die. I'll make sure you treat Chinese as a soft persimmon."

After school at five o'clock in the afternoon, the largest lecture hall in the school was packed with students taking the Chinese language exam, which was in stark contrast to the two or three students in other subjects.

Especially Parallel Class 1 and Parallel Class 2, they almost went out as a group.

They do have a big gap with the students in the sprint class in other subjects, but in Chinese, I'm sorry, no matter how good you, Chen Jinnian, are, you can't easily surpass everyone by more than ten points.

In the Chinese language test, it is rare to score over 130, but there are still a lot of people who score 120.

Therefore, every participant has some confidence, at least not as desperate as meeting Lin Lei'er in mathematics.

But when the test paper with the smell of ink was handed out, everyone was dumbfounded. It was three whole pages, with a total of twelve pages on both sides, all filled with questions. And they were the kind of questions that required writing, not the kind that took up space like reading comprehension.

At the same time, Pan Shuai was so crazy that he only gave four types of questions: copying ancient Chinese passages, copying ancient poems, filling in the blanks in the Analects of Confucius, and translating classical Chinese texts.

The first question was to recite an excerpt from "A Preface to Farewell to Ma Sheng of Dongyang". This text, which was taught in junior high school a few years ago, was a real wake-up call for everyone, and everyone was scratching their heads in anxiety.

It’s not that they haven’t memorized it, it’s just that it’s been so long that they’ve almost forgotten it.

It was from this moment that they began to experience again the fear of being dominated by Chinese language recitation when they were in elementary school.

Chen Jinnian was laughing while watching this. It seemed that Old Pan understood me. If he were given a bunch of reading comprehension and appreciation questions, he might not be able to guarantee that he would do better than others in the test, but if he did this, he would not be sleepy anymore.

He immediately picked up a pen and began to write.

The other subjects were all finished after 40 minutes, while the Chinese language test had just started to warm up. Because Pan Shuai was like Wu Zetian, a widow - he had lost his mind. He lowered the score for each question to an extremely low level, resulting in an unimaginably large test volume. The total test time was as long as three hours.

At first, there were some onlookers and other students who had finished their exams outside the lecture hall, but later there was no one there.

Later, the six invigilating teachers gave up as they really could not walk anymore, so they found a place to sit in different corners of the classroom.

What? You ask what to do with those who cheated. Nothing to do. It is meaningless to cheat in the face of the sea of ​​questions, because you can't copy as fast as others write.

Instead of wasting time, being sneaky, and worrying about using your phone to cheat, it is better to just pick out the things you can do first, and maybe you can get more points.

Also, Pan Shuai set the exam time at three hours, which was not the limit of the test paper, but the limit of the bladder. He didn't think from the beginning that anyone could finish it.

When Chen Jinnian wrote to the eleventh page, he almost collapsed. He was tired, thirsty, and wanted to go to the bathroom. His wrist could hardly hold the pen from continuous hard work.

I heard the invigilator weakly announce, "There are only five minutes left in the exam. If you haven't finished writing yet, hurry up and write."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This damn exam was finally over.

Chen Jinnian simply threw the pen on the table and said, "I'm not going to write anymore. Whoever wants to write can write. He hasn't even had dinner yet. He ran here and wrote hard until eight o'clock in the evening. Isn't this tiring?" Then he looked at the questions at the back.

All the invigilators had the same idea at the same time: they should stay away from Pan Shuai in the future. This pen-wielding man has a dirty heart and does really mean things.