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Chapter 395: Each Seeks a Way Out

The teachers who shared the same dormitory with Xu Qingluo were all from Peking University. They were all colleagues, so there was no awkwardness in living together.

The teachers sat together to discuss this year's college entrance examination and the admission rate.

"There are quite a lot of candidates this year. There are 670 million candidates nationwide."

This means that teachers from all over the country who are involved in marking the papers will have to mark a total of 670 million papers.

Xu Qingluo is grading the papers of the Kyoto candidates. There are millions of candidates and millions of papers in Kyoto this year.

This number sounds like a headache.

"We have to be in the teaching building on time at 2 p.m. to grade papers."

"Then pack your things quickly and hurry up."

When the teachers thought about the tight time schedule, they stopped communicating and packed their beds and luggage.

After packing up their things, Xu Qingluo and the other teachers' clothes were all wet with sweat.

It was a hot day and there was no electric fan in the dormitory.

For the next half month, they could only survive by relying on cattail-leaf fans.

After the teachers finished their lunch in the cafeteria, they hurried to the teaching building.

There are police guarding the downstairs of the teaching building.

Teachers are not allowed to bring in anything except notebooks, pens, teacups and palm-leaf fans.

The teaching building was crowded with teachers, and each teacher was assigned to a different office to mark the papers.

Each teacher in the office is responsible for the examination papers of a school.

There are certain requirements for high school teachers who come to participate in marking the papers.

Each high school can only have one teacher involved in marking the papers.

The teacher must meet the requirement of excellent performance during work.

Xu Qingluo was correcting the test papers. When he looked at the candidates' answers on the test papers, he couldn't help but frown.

The basic knowledge of these two classes of candidates is really poor. If they were to answer questions at this level.

The number of people who can finally be admitted may not exceed 10%.

Although they are responsible for marking the papers, they also hope that more candidates can successfully enter university.

The teachers who graded the papers tried their best to give higher scores to the candidates.

But although the teachers had this intention, they were slapped in the face by reality.

In the entire office, Xu Qingluo was not the only one with a frown on his face.

Instead, this expression appeared on the face of every examiner.

Every teacher had sweat on their foreheads and their clothes were wet on their backs. They were waving a palm-leaf fan in one hand and correcting test papers with the other.

The examiners are all worried about the candidates!

Especially when seeing some candidates were just a dozen points short, they felt bad.

But there is no way, they have already given the highest score possible.

However, the candidates themselves are not capable enough, and the teachers cannot break the rules.

"Teacher Xu, please take a look at this paper."

Xu Qingluo took the test paper from the teacher next to him and started looking at it. If the teachers encountered difficult problems, they would discuss them with each other.

"This candidate is only 2 points short?"

"Yeah, see if there's anywhere that can..."

There is no need to say anything, the teachers know it all.

Xu Qingluo read it from the beginning and finally shook his head regretfully.

The teachers on the side also took the test papers and started looking at them.

The teachers took turns to read it, but in the end they all shook their heads with regret.

"Pity."

The teachers all sighed. It was such a shame that the score was only two points lower than the previous one.

"The way this paper is graded...it really makes me feel uncomfortable."

It is a great honor to be able to participate in the marking of this session.

But seeing these candidates failing the exam under my control, I felt very sad.

No one can understand the feeling of failing an exam better than the teachers.

Having failed the exam, I really don’t know if I can pass it again next year.

"I don't have enough ability, so I can only keep working hard."

"Just have a clear conscience."

The teachers comforted each other, put the corrected papers into the information bags, and continued to work hard with their heads down, writing furiously.

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The marking work is going on in full swing. The police will send the marked papers to the Education Bureau for archiving.

The results of each candidate are also announced on the bulletin board of each high school.

The bulletin board was filled with candidates and their parents.

Some candidates saw that they were only one step away from passing the exam and turned away dejectedly.

Some candidates passed the exam successfully, cheered on the spot, and hugged their parents.

"I passed! I passed!"

"Mom and Dad! I passed the exam too!"

“Only two points…”

"I...I'm still fifteen points short."

The candidates who did not do well in the exam burst into tears on the spot. It was just a little bit short, just a little bit short!

The candidates each had their own joys and sorrows.

But the results are already out and cannot be changed.

Candidates who fail the exam can only go back and continue preparing for next year's college entrance examination.

Or find another way out.

Half a month passed in a flash.

The candidates' results came out one after another and were posted on the bulletin boards of various high schools.

There are a total of 670 million candidates this year, including college students, and only less than 40 candidates were admitted.

The acceptance rate is less than 7%.

After finishing their work, the teachers who participated in marking the papers left with their luggage.

The night before Xu Qingluo finished work, she called home and Zhou's mother drove to pick her up.

"Xiao Luo, here, here."

Zhou's mother waved at her quickly, and Xu Qingluo walked over with the luggage and put it on the back seat.

As soon as Xu Qingluo sat down, Zhou's mother started talking to her with great interest.

But before Zhou's mother could be happy for two seconds, she was frightened by Xu Qingluo's thin cheeks.

"How come you've lost so much weight?"

Xu Qingluo touched her face. She had been grading examination papers for the past half month and had always felt sorry for the candidates who failed the exam.

If you think more, you will naturally lose weight.

"Mom, it's just a lot of work."

"It's fine."

"oops."

"This is work, but you have to take care of yourself too!"

"No, no, I have to make up for it."

Zhou's mother was heartbroken. Her daughter-in-law looked rosy-faced, fair-skinned and plump before going out to work.

But after work, he was so thin that his chin became pointed!

If her son was at home, I wonder how heartbroken he would be.

Without saying a word, Zhou's mother drove to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy meat.

Xu Qingluo looked at Zhou's mother busying around, and the fatigue she had felt during this period was instantly cured.

When I got home, both children had not yet returned from daycare.

Xu Qingluo didn't even have time to rest and rushed to the daycare center to pick up her child.

When Xiaoman and Xiaoyuan came out of school, they saw Xu Qingluo waiting at the door of the daycare center.

Some of them were afraid to step forward and tried hard to blink their eyes.

Are they dreaming?

That elegant woman in the beautiful little dress, is she their dear mother?

"Mother?"

Xiaoman held her younger brother and stood there, not daring to move forward. Xu Qingluo squatted down and stretched out his hands towards the two children.

"It's mom! It's mom!"

"It's really mom, woooooooooooo......"