Class Division

The second week after the sports meeting, there was a heavy atmosphere in the entire freshman grade. All the class teachers were emphasizing one thing: division.

The general high school subjects were completed in the final exam of the second semester of the first year of high school. That is, the subjects were divided in the second year of high school. But in Yan City, there was reform and the division time was adjusted to after the final exam of the first semester, which was the second semester of the first year of high school. That is to say, these students can only be together for about a month at most, and then the classes will be split after winter vacation.

The atmosphere of Class One and Two was even more severe. They were facing not only the division of arts and sciences but also the Class Zero battle. There were only 50 people in a class at most, and only the top 50 in the top 100 list could enter Class Zero. And the selection of the headteacher of Class Zero fell on the shoulders of the first-place student. Whichever class had the first-place student in the grade would be the headteacher of Class Zero.

"What if there are two first places again?" Han Jiaojiao was worried, "How should we divide the classes at that time?"

Zhao Qian shook his head sullenly: "Difficult! Zhi Ying has been arrested by the language arts teacher for special training, trying to keep her essay composition at 30 points."

Li Ge held the eraser in his hand: "I went to see Jiang Wei's analysis of his language arts scores, and his essay composition was stable at around 55 points. I heard that Jiang Wei's essay was always considered a sample essay in their class every time, and the difference here is at least 25 points."

This was a very terrifying thing. If a subject differed by more than 25 points in terms of the competition among the top students, Zhi Ying's bad grades in this subject were outrageous, and there was no comparability at all.

"Zhi Ying will almost never lose points in the first part of the exam, but it wasn't the same for Jiang Wei." Zhao Qian felt that they could lower his score even more.

Li Ge was very unconfident: "I have read all the results analysis, big and small. Jiang Wei is improving his answering skills, and in every subject, he is narrowing the gap between him and Zhi Ying."

In order to get the news and analyze the situation, Li Ge endured the humiliation at home to help his father knead his shoulders and back, and poured tea and water. He was very attentive.

Han Jiaojiao was a little irritable: "Our class can't be really demolished."

Now the entire Class One was pinning their hopes on Jiang Wei, while Class Two was all focused on Zhi Ying.

Li Ge glanced at Zhao Qian and said, "I don't think it's a matter of worrying about whether Class Two will be separated, but whether the four of us can be divided into one class."

Hearing this, Han Jiaojiao turned her attention to Zhao Qian.

"Look at what I'm doing. I'm already working hard." Zhao Qian was inexplicably ashamed.

Class Zero only needed the students to be in the top 50 in the top 100 list, and Zhao Qian had never entered the top 50 in a big test.

"If our class is torn apart and you are not selected for Class Zero." Han Jiaojiao paused and declared, "Then don't greet me when you see me. We don't know each other."

"Jianjiao, don't be so ruthless." Zhao Qian said weakly, lying on the table listlessly, "Aren't we friends?"

"If you don't enter Class Zero, we are not friends." Han Jiaojiao looked at Zhao Qian with contempt.

"Are we plastic friends? We can only keep together with grades."

"That's right!" The more Han Jiaojiao thought about it, the angrier she became.

Now she not only has to study hard every day, but she also had to worry about being divided into classes. Then finally, she had to pay attention to a certain "underachiever."

As for Zhi Ying, she lived in dire straits every day. After class, she was caught by the teacher to copy good words and sentences, to experience the charm of language and the wonder of words.

"I don't think this logic is quite right." Zhi Ying pointed to a model essay and commented, "He said that every inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and later he urged us to regard money as dung and ideals first. But then, doesn't this mean that gold is dung?"

"…" The language arts teacher coughed and scolded angrily, "I just let you feel the charm of language, not for you to pick up logic errors. If you think the logic is wrong, don't write these two sentences in the same article, and write them separately.. "

"Oh." Zhi Ying nodded in grievance. In her opinion, there were too many loopholes in the Chinese model essay, and it couldn't stand scrutiny at all. That's why she always didn't like to imitate good words and sentences.

The language arts teacher was also helpless, and he couldn't refute what Zhi Ying said. But it was impossible for an essay composition to have a formula. Furthermore, the charm of language was full of uncertainty, and only various combinations could form a splendid culture.

"Alright, alright, go back and think about it yourself. Don't go too far." Finally, the language teacher sent Zhi Ying back.

The language teacher looked at Zhi Ying's back, and let out a long sigh. Although the teachers were worried about the division, he actually taught language arts for both Class One and Two at the same time, so it was reasonable to say that there was no need to worry so much about the division.

But this year, he always felt that the atmosphere of Class One was not as good as that of Class Two, perhaps because the number of students in Class One was too conspicuous.

He still hoped that Class Two would not be completely dismantled.