Reborn in 2015, I became a male god starting in high school.

Chapter 24, the first is Zhou Ziyang.

Zhou Ziyang did not go to school on the day the results were announced.

After all, Li Dongfeng and his group arrived in the afternoon.

Zhou Ziyang still needs to negotiate terms with the factory, so he'll definitely need to tidy things up a bit.

I always need to buy a decent-looking suit and then get a haircut at the barbershop.

Being young is fine, but you can't let other people think you're a naive high school student.

To appear more mature, Zhou Ziyang even wore black-rimmed glasses.

Fortunately, Zhou Ziyang has always had a good physique. At the age of eighteen, he already has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and when he wears a suit, his figure immediately comes out.

Wearing glasses really brings out that feeling.

His mother painstakingly saved 20,000 yuan for Zhou Ziyang's college education, but in no time, Zhou Ziyang had already spent 2,000 yuan.

Meanwhile, the school was already in an uproar because of Zhou Ziyang's situation.

Just as everyone was wondering who this student who suddenly ranked first in the whole school was.

Some people couldn't resist their curiosity and went to check out Class 1 of Senior Three.

To their surprise, Zhou Ziyang's seat was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

The first class in the morning is Chinese.

The homeroom teacher, Mr. Chen, walked into the classroom with a beaming smile, intending to praise Zhou Ziyang, but then he saw...

"Where's Ziyang?" the homeroom teacher asked.

"He hasn't come yet!?"

"You don't know?"

The students stared at each other in disbelief. They had assumed that Zhou Ziyang had been praised by the teacher for doing so well on the test.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out the homeroom teacher didn't know?

Old Chen was also a little puzzled, but he didn't take it too seriously.

In the past, if Zhou Ziyang had repeatedly skipped class and refused to change his ways despite the teacher's attempts to correct him, the homeroom teacher might have been furious.

But now that Zhou Ziyang has ranked first in the whole school, he has earned himself a lot of face in the office.

I just didn't have time to tell myself that I needed to take leave.

This is a small matter; I can just call and ask after class.

It should not disrupt the normal course of classes.

"Okay, let's ignore him for now."

Old Chen said nonchalantly.

The students were stunned.

No, bro! Is this your homeroom teacher?
Aren't you worried that your students have all disappeared?
In this Chinese class, the homeroom teacher didn't have the mind to talk about anything else, as the test paper had already been analyzed with the students on the day the exam started.

This lesson mainly focuses on composition.

Speaking of the composition, the homeroom teacher was very satisfied. He said that our Ziyang is the only student in the city to get first place in composition.

"Now I'll read Yang's essay to you."

To be honest, the homeroom teacher really wanted Zhou Ziyang to be there and hear it.

He wondered what Zhou Ziyang's feelings were when he wrote this essay.

Did this guy think of this, which is why he deliberately skipped class?

First, we will analyze the essay topic: Zhu Ziqing's "The Back View," which everyone has studied.

It mainly talks about fatherly love.

Even so, quite a few people still went off-topic.

The funniest thing is that someone even wrote an argumentative essay on this topic, titled "Excessive Pampering."

After the homeroom teacher finished speaking, the class erupted in laughter.

The homeroom teacher, however, kept a straight face and told everyone not to laugh.

Such a simple essay, and some of you got 30 or 40 points. Don't you feel ashamed?
"Okay, now let's look at Ziyang's composition - My Father."

The homeroom teacher held Zhou Ziyang's test paper and looked at the neat and tidy black pen handwriting on it. Just one glance was enough for the homeroom teacher to exclaim that Zhou Ziyang's handwriting was really beautiful.

Putting everything else aside, the very words alone are enough to guarantee that this essay will receive a high score.

Thinking of this, the homeroom teacher couldn't help but urge the students to practice their handwriting more.

"Look how beautiful Zhou Ziyang's handwriting is!"

"Alright, teacher, stop lecturing! Just read it already!"

The students were also very curious about what Zhou Ziyang's essay was like and how he managed to get a perfect score.

I spent three years in high school and never heard of anyone getting a perfect score on an essay.

Xia Wei also looked curious.

Zhou Ziyang's parents divorced when he was very young.

Uncle Zhou and Zhou Ziyang hardly ever see each other anymore.

As a result, Zhou Ziyang's essay topic was "My Father"?
How do I write this?

Could it be that he shares the same idea as me?
But this idea won't work.

Xia Wei was feeling very depressed. Before receiving the test paper, she was puzzled as to why her estimated score for Chinese was so much lower than expected.

I only understood after I received the exam paper.

She only got 45 out of 60 points on the essay.

She didn't understand what went wrong.

She writes very well.

At first, he expressed his incomprehension of his father.

Only later did I realize that my father carried the responsibility for millions of people on his shoulders!
Dragon head and phoenix tail.

Although her handwriting wasn't as good as Zhou Ziyang's, it was still pretty and neat, with fluent sentences and a relatively complete narrative.

But why?
The grader only gave me 45 points?

Under normal circumstances, someone of Xia Wei's level could easily score at least 50 points with any writing!

She didn't understand, and she really wanted to know.

What exactly did Zhou Ziyang write?

The homeroom teacher graduated from a teachers' college, speaks standard Mandarin, and has a loud voice.

But then he saw him holding Zhou Ziyang's test paper and reading it aloud in a clear and resonant voice: "My father passed away when I was very young."

"what?"

"Huh!???" "Weren't his parents divorced? Why aren't they alive?!"

The class teacher had barely finished reading the first sentence when everyone was stunned.

Not buddy.

We really can't out-write like you!
"Alright, quiet down."

The homeroom teacher gestured for everyone to be quiet, explaining that writing texts lies between the real and the imagined.

"You guys always say it's raining and your parents bring you umbrellas to school. Do you really think that's true?" the homeroom teacher asked rhetorically.

Everyone couldn't help but chuckle.

The homeroom teacher said, "Don't laugh. There are several girls in our class who said that one day it was gloomy and their fathers went to the school to bring them umbrellas. When they got home, their fathers' shoulders were half wet."

As soon as the homeroom teacher said that, several students blushed with embarrassment.

The homeroom teacher was also helpless, saying that your parents must be exhausted, carrying this umbrella from elementary school to high school without ever feeling tired.

"hey-hey."

After educating everyone, the homeroom teacher continued reading Zhou Ziyang's essay.

Zhou Ziyang's 800-word essay is indeed well written. The entire essay does not describe what he and his father experienced, but simply narrates it in words.

For example, it was raining that day, and everyone else had their dads pick them up, but he didn't.

Upon reading this, the students below chuckled again.

The homeroom teacher was also helpless; no matter what she said, it was bound to rain.
Fortunately, I managed to gloss over the content of the article.

Now we've reached the essence of this article.

The grass on this grave mound turns green then yellow, then yellow then green again.

With simple words, she expresses her longing for her father.

"I've always told you that there are three essential elements to an essay: a head, a phoenix tail, and a pig's belly. Zhou Ziyang's essay is a good example of that."

"The opening sentence clearly states the theme and can capture the reader's attention."

"The following sentence, 'It turns green and then yellow, then yellow and then green again,' describes the passage of time."

The teacher really appreciated Zhou Ziyang's essay and said that it would most likely be included in the collection of college entrance examination essays.

The students nodded in agreement, acknowledging that the essay was indeed very well written.

Then someone couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, is Zhou Ziyang's father really gone?"

"Pfft!" Everyone covered their mouths, trying not to laugh out loud.

Old Chen couldn't help but sternly reply, "Whether your essay is true or false, your examiners don't know. They're looking at your writing skills!"

In the end, the homeroom teacher never explicitly stated whether Zhou Ziyang's father was still alive.

Therefore, a small number of students still have doubts.

I can't write an essay like this myself.

If this is written out, it will get a high score.

When we get back, won't we have to eat Seven Wolves cigarettes a few times?
After reading Zhou Ziyang's essay, Old Chen thought about reading a few more classic essays, but after asking around, he couldn't find a single one with a high score.

Xia Wei is a long-standing model student in the class.

Old Chen would definitely ask, "Xia Wei, what score did you get on your essay?"

Xia Wei quickly covered her essay and stammered, "I... I didn't do well on the test."

Actually, Old Chen had already looked through Xia Wei's test paper before, but he just forgot about it because he mentioned it casually.

That's when I remembered Xia Wei's essay.

"Oh." Old Chen didn't say anything. Xia Wei's essay was fine, but it was written too artificially, and the purpose was too obvious.

The probability of getting a high score on this type of essay is very low.

"I'll pass Ziyang's test paper down so you can all take a look at it."

For the entire day, the teachers in the class basically talked about Zhou Ziyang.

They talked about it in Chinese class, they talked about it in math class, and they talked about it even more in English class.

After all, Zhou Ziyang got a perfect score on his English test this time.

The homeroom teacher called Zhou Ziyang after Chinese class.

Zhou Ziyang replied that he had some things to take care of outside today.

The homeroom teacher asked, "Does your mother know?"

Zhou Ziyang chuckled and said it was a private matter.

"Please, Professor Chen, be lenient."

The homeroom teacher was helpless. He said, "You did very well on this test, but don't let this make you complacent."

Zhou Ziyang said he would go back as soon as he finished his work.

And so the call ended.

All day long, the classmates were talking about Zhou Ziyang, and Xia Wei was not in a good mood as she looked at the test papers being handed out to her.

Actually, she did quite well on the exam. She ranked within the top 20 in the entire school, and her total score was only two points lower than Nanjing University's admission score last year.

But she was feeling rather down.

In the evening, her mother, Xu Qing, as usual, drove her Mercedes to pick her up.

As soon as Xia Wei got into the car, Xu Qing couldn't wait to ask, "How did it go? Have your exam results come out yet, honey? How did you do?"

Xia Wei stammered, "I... I didn't do well on the test."

"How many points did you get?" Xu Qing asked, somewhat disappointed.

"Three hundred. Three hundred and seventy more"

"Over three hundred and seventy!? That's pretty good!" Xu Qing's face lit up with joy upon hearing this.

She said that 370 points is already a remarkable achievement.

Nanjing University's admission score last year was only 385, wasn't it?
"If you try a little harder, Nanjing University will be yours in no time!" Xu Qing said playfully.

However, Xia Wei was not as happy as Xu Qing.

Xu Qing was still happily chatting away, saying that she would tell Uncle Zhou about this when she got back.

"Your Uncle Zhou will be very happy to hear this news."

"Mom, do you know who is the top student in our school?"

"Who are they? Don't compare yourself to them. Don't forget, you still have me and your Uncle Zhou to back you up!" Xu Qing didn't want to put too much pressure on her daughter, after all, the college entrance exam was coming up soon.

“The first one is Zhou Ziyang,” Xia Wei said abruptly before Xu Qing could finish speaking.

"?" Xu Qing was taken aback. Her gentle smile turned into a stiff expression upon hearing this.

(End of this chapter)