My imagination has come true

Chapter 54
When winter comes, the weather is cold day by day.

Obviously, various weather forecasts predict that this year will be another warm winter, but it is so cold that once you enter the classroom, it is like entering an ice cellar. Even the windows are frozen tightly. If you want to open it, you have to pour hot water on it.

Mu Qingyun stood on the playground, had just finished running, and now led the whole class to do morning exercises slowly.

The national flag fluttered on the flagpole, and the students practiced a set of Wu Qin Xi well.

Recently, the teachers have watched the students exercise more closely than in the past few months. It is said that last month, in the No. [-] Middle School next door, one-third of the students in a class suffered from the flu, and half of them could not even persist in class even when they were sick. .

The thirteenth middle school also had a sense of crisis because of this. The teachers thought it was because the first middle school was perfunctory in the morning exercises and didn't pay enough attention to physical education, which made a group of students weak.

As a result, the students of No. [-] Middle School were so unlucky that they had to wear stars and wear moons to do exercises.

People like Wang Mengmeng would find excuses to be lazy and avoid morning training for half a month, but they didn't dodge it.

Not to mention, after practicing like this for half a month, everyone has really looked good, and their physical fitness has indeed improved.

It's a pity that none of the students appreciated it. While doing exercises, they were thinking about it, feeling very resentful.

"People from other high schools do gymnastics. That's because they are a boarding school. It's not difficult to get up early. Thirteenth Middle School is a day student. It's a hell of a run."

Mu Qingyun laughed, she didn't care, anyway, the amount of daily exercise was stipulated, some of it was covered by morning exercises, and there would be more free time after school.

A set of Wuqinxi makes you far away and comfortable, and all the noise and disturbance around you disappear.

Mu Qingyun only felt the warm air flow slowly from the dantian to the limbs, and a slight heat radiated from his body.

Several old teachers at the south gate escorted two old professors, a man and a woman, who were wearing overcoats and covering their faces, and walked slowly across the playground.

"what?"

Qiao Wenshu paused.

Her old partner He Zhou wiped his glasses and said with a smile, "How old is this kid? She is much better at Wu Qin Xi than us old guys."

Hezhou himself is good at playing Wu Qin Xi. He has practiced non-stop since he was 20 years old and now he is 66 years old.

In 46, he only practiced this set of boxing, even if it was just a show, he also developed his eyesight.

"The future is terrifying."

Qiao Wenshu smiled and said, "She is what I said, Mu Qingyun, classmate Mu."

"The one who overwhelmed Lao Xiao, Lao Gao and the others in the business?"

He Zhou was stunned, and then laughed, "I think Lao Zhang's thirteenth high school will become famous all over the country sooner or later, and he doesn't have to cry every day, saying that the school is not running well, he is sorry for the country, he is sorry for the students and so on."

"One high school produced two top-notch historical talents, and they were both freshmen in high school, and they were only a little older. With this achievement, Lao Zhang's name will have to be remembered hundreds of years later."

Qiao Wenshu didn't smile, but raised her eyebrows, thinking: This is a bit of a coincidence.

Both of them are members of the editorial team of "Dictionary of History". The project was started ten years ago by the state and started two years ago.

Everyone wants to compile as well as possible.

Some time ago, one of her students, Hong Biao, accidentally discovered that someone had made new speculations about the particularly vague history of the Three Kings Rebellion in the last years of Beixu, and the speculations were quite reasonable, and many new viewpoints were put forward as if they were supported by historical data. He was so shocked that he passed it on to Qiao Wenshu.

Qiao Wenshu saw it, and couldn't help applauding.

Now her old buddies in the project team have read it, and think that the viewpoints raised by this person may be necessary to be included in the dictionary.

Even if it is not included in the "Dictionary" for the time being, it must be taken seriously.

Of course, if it is to be included in a large dictionary, it must go through several rounds of argumentation, and the author must also accept questions and defenses. If passed, the author may be allowed to participate in the compilation of historical materials.

It was only after detailed inquiries that everyone knew that he was still a high school student, and he was also a student of Taoshi No. [-] Middle School. He was in the same school as the little genius she knew.

If there hadn't been a Mu Qingyun, many of her old buddies had seen it before, and I'm afraid everyone would take it as a joke when they first heard Xiao Hongbiao speak.

"I want to talk to student Gao about recommending him before the news spreads. As long as his grades pass the line and his in-depth research on history, he can enter the History Department of Yanzhou University without an entrance exam."

After a few words, all the students on the playground over there had already returned to the classroom in a team, and Qiao Wenshu and He Zhou continued to walk.

While walking, Qiao Wenshu was still thinking about this coincidence.

"That kid's name is Gao Xiaowei, right? I'll go and see him when he's defending."

Qiao Wenshu laughed.

Several teachers agreed again and again.

He Zhou also laughed: "Aren't you taking your grandson to the museum?"

The teachers over there laughed lightly.

Here, Mu Qingyun is taking advantage of the time before self-study to do mock exam three of the college entrance examination.

The test papers Mr. Zhang and the others had just borrowed from the No. [-] Middle School were freshly baked, and they were hot enough to touch.

Mu Qingyun basically did a set of mock questions in three days.

Not to mention, even if she has learned to the point where she is now, brushing the questions is still a very useful method.

The more you brush the questions, the more skilled you are in using the knowledge points, and you can maintain the feel.

It’s really no wonder that the school basically has exams every three to five times. If students don’t brush up the questions for a period of time and don’t take the exam, they will immediately learn it by hand. It’s really obvious.

Now her politics, the highest score can be 95 points, and the lowest is still more than 80 points.

It is indeed difficult to get full marks in liberal arts. Even if all the score points are answered correctly for those essay questions, unless they are written according to the standard answers, the correcting teacher can find a place to deduct points.

However, she scored full marks in mathematics and physics several times.

Generally speaking, in the subjects of Chinese, Mathematics, English, Physics, Chemistry, and Politics, she has been able to get more than 700 points in the test relatively steadily.

But this is far from enough. With the current situation of the college entrance examination, she can't guarantee that she will be able to enter Yanzhou University and other top universities with this score.

Not to mention the top scorer in the college entrance examination.

Last year's top scorer in the college entrance examination scored 740, a bare score.

There was also a champion the year before last, who was very good, and did not deduct a point in the college entrance examination.

"Tsk!"

Mu Qingyun puffed up his face and continued to brush up the questions.

Wang Mengmeng was carefully watering the window next to her with a hot water bottle. While pouring water, she looked out: "Several professors came today. They said they were from the editing team. They went to class five and wanted to see Gao Xiaowei."

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows and paused with his pen.

"I heard that Gao Xiaowei has made another big event. Something he wrote caught the attention of the editorial team. This time it was true. The principal was alarmed, and several professors came from Yanzhou."

"Maybe this Gao Xiaowei will be recommended to Yanzhou University!"

In view of Gao's own incidents several times, Wang Mengmeng doesn't like to gossip about him recently.

But this time it should be for sure.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing, unless Gao Xiaowei, like her, got the inheritance from the previous life, and this "Heaven rewards hard work" system, otherwise, this must not be true.

After these days of testing, even Mu Qingyun knows that it must conform to the objective reality if it is to work. It is a dream to turn an 'idiot' into a 'genius' in seconds.

Gao Xiaowei is not a genius, but just a middle-of-the-road person. If he wants to learn it, he can only learn it slowly, and suddenly realize that kind of thing, which only happens in the world of cultivating immortals.

(End of this chapter)