1987 My Era

Chapter 58, Dead Pervert

At around 8:10, two invigilators arrived.

It turned out to be Mr. Luo, the dean of studies and the head teacher of Science Class 206.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Mr. Luo joked, "The arts and science students are swapping proctors. You must follow the rules and don't let me get away with it, or you'll lose your scholarship."

Li Heng followed everyone into the classroom. He was sitting in seat number 5 in the first group.

The front seats are ranked according to their grades: Xiao Feng, Song Yu, Luo Zhijie and Mai Sui.

According to Liu Li: Damn it! It's a typical situation where there are more females than males, with three of the top five being females.

When preparing the exam tools, the pen accidentally fell to the ground. When I picked it up, I found that the tip of the pen was cracked.

What the hell is this omen?

Li Heng was heartbroken, because his pen was not cheap, it cost 2 yuan per stick. He bought it on impulse, and even cut down on his clothes and ate steamed buns and pickled vegetables for half a month.

Sighing, he tapped Mai Sui's back with his finger and asked her:

"Comrade Mai Sui, do you have any extra pens? My pen is broken."

Mai Sui immediately noticed the horrible pen on his desk and asked tenderly, "Don't you have a spare pen?"

Li Heng said: "I have a ballpoint pen that is not easy to use. The lead rubs against the paper when I write."

Mai Sui smiled sweetly, turned over, and lined up all her pens on the table. "I brought four, you can pick the one that suits you best."

Her pens are more expensive.

Li Heng picked up a black fountain pen and felt that it was much more useful than his own. "This is it, thank you!"

Wheat Ear nodded and turned back.

After all this trouble, the first Chinese test paper has been distributed.

The test paper was printed by the school itself. The font is running script, very black, and has a strong smell of ink.

Li Heng quickly scanned the test paper and was delighted to find that the knowledge he had accumulated in two lifetimes was pretty good. He was good at poetry, songs, and classical Chinese, and writing essays didn't seem to be difficult either.

I suddenly felt relieved.

The results were pretty much the same as I expected. Except for a few questions that I was not sure about, I felt good throughout the whole process. I even felt unsatisfied when I finished writing the 800-word composition.

He managed to finish the test in just over 100 minutes out of the two and a half hours time.

The check took more than 20 minutes, and he spent the remaining half an hour lying there sleeping.

The test paper is already full, and making more corrections will only affect the score. It would be better to just take a nap.

Mr. Luo at the front of the classroom had a full view of his condition and came over to pat him on the back of the head to wake him up:

"Li Heng, this is a scholarship exam, don't take it lightly.

If you can get the special scholarship, your mother can do less farm work for half a year.

Aren’t Chinese and English your worst? Pay more attention! Xiao Feng is checking your grades carefully for the second time.”

Mr. Luo was his math teacher in his first year of high school and also his homeroom teacher at the time. He had always been upset that he studied liberal arts.

Knowing that the other party meant well, Li Heng raised his head, forced a smile, and pretended to check it a second time.

Half an hour passed in a flash, and Li Heng followed everyone out of the classroom, feeling relieved.

I silently said to myself that I had overcome the biggest obstacle in Chinese, and was one step closer to my dream.

There is nothing much to discuss about Chinese. As a top student in the first examination room, I basically feel it is ok as long as there are no blank questions.

Besides, even a poor student in Chinese can fill in the blanks, so there won't be too many blank spaces left.

But the next math class was completely different. The relaxed atmosphere before was gone, replaced by a suffocating tension and complete silence.

There’s nothing I can do. The questions are too damn difficult!
Abnormally difficult! Almost like a competition question.

Even in the first examination room where top students gathered, there were still many candidates wearing masks of pain.

Chen Lijun was in the first batch. At this moment, her face was red from excessive nervousness, as if she had drunk alcohol. The pain seemed to be contagious, and slowly, most of the candidates began to scratch their heads and ears, with their pens suspended in the air for a long time.

Zou Aiming is like this, and so is Liu Li...

Even the extremely strong Liu Yejiang could not escape the bad luck. He looked at the last three questions stupidly, feeling so anxious that he just didn't know where to start.

After trying many times, Liu Yejiang couldn't answer any of the last three big questions. He looked at his biggest competitor Li Heng in panic.

It would have been fine if I hadn’t looked at it, but after I did, I almost vomited blood and fainted!
I saw Li Heng was concentrating on doing the questions and had already finished the second to last question calmly.

What’s even more terrifying is that Li Heng’s paper was completely filled with words, leaving no blank space.

It was unknown when Teacher Luo stood behind Li Heng, and he stretched his head to watch him concentrate on solving the problem.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the classroom was somewhat depressed and chaotic, Teacher Luo said something earnestly:

“If the questions are difficult and you don’t know how to do them, just check the previous ones carefully and don’t be impatient.

Some students have already started to work on the last question. If you don’t calm down, you will lose several dozen points in this subject alone. You should think carefully about it.”

"Damn pervert!"

As soon as Mr. Luo finished speaking, someone in the examination room muttered something during the chaos.

No one laughed when they heard these three words. They were so sad that no one could laugh.

At the same time, everyone knows who this is scolding!

Because now everyone has stopped writing, including the four famous academic masters, who all stopped writing at the second to last question.

The last big question was indeed difficult, so difficult that Li Heng had to rack his brains for 10 minutes before he could find the right thread to start writing.

Seeing him drawing on rough paper and writing out calculations, Mr. Luo, who teaches mathematics, breathed a sigh of relief.

It was easy once you found the right direction. In less than 5 minutes, Li Heng had finished answering all the questions in the final question.

The answer is ±2
Seeing this, Teacher Luo frowned, but did not remind him. He slowly left and went to the front of the classroom.

At the same time, he shouted loudly: "There are only 20 minutes left. Everyone, check your student ID, name, class, and seat number. Don't miss any and don't make any mistakes."

After checking the student numbers and names, Li Heng spent 20 minutes carefully checking all the questions. Finally, he tightened the pen cap and stretched comfortably.

“Dangdangdang…Dangdangdang…”

When the old final exam bell rang, Li Heng stood up and, at the urging of the invigilator, followed everyone to the classroom door.

When he was about to reach the door, Mr. Luo suddenly said to him, "Li Heng, you are a master, but you didn't even get the answer right in the last step."

Li Heng was stunned for a moment, "Which question?"

Teacher Luo said: "It's clearly a 2, why did you calculate it as plus or minus 2?"

Li Heng quickly filtered through the last big question in his mind, then yawned and said, "Teacher, if it is 2, you have to go find the teacher who set the question. He forgot to write down a known condition."

Seeing Li Heng leave the classroom, Teacher Luo immediately found his test paper and started checking it on the table.

After collecting the papers, the dean said, "Lao Luo, you guys made the test too difficult this time. I see the last two questions are left blank."

"No, this kid is done."

"Li Heng? How many points can he score?"

Teacher Luo did not reply. After carefully checking the last question twice, he patted his head and said, "I really missed a restriction. I was carving crayons until late at night the night before last. I was too sleepy to notice it."

The Dean of Studies leaned over and asked, "So his answer is correct?"

"Well, he's just lucky."

After saying this, Mr. Luo sighed with dissatisfaction: "We shouldn't have let him study liberal arts. If he had studied science, he might have been able to get into Tsinghua University or Peking University."

The Dean of Studies shook his head: "It's difficult. Li Heng's Chinese and English are still a little lacking."

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(End of this chapter)