Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots -
Chapter 165 - 163, anything else to say?
Chapter 165: 163, anything else to say?
Zhao Yuhuan stopped in her tracks, meeting Ye Miao’s gaze that was looking in her direction. This time, she couldn’t pretend to not hear anymore.
"This time, Zhou Yao really did us proud by scoring full marks. Let’s see what Teacher Zhao has to say now!"
"Teacher Zhao, please bring your class over to apologize to us."
"Should we check if the full marks scored by our class are genuine?"
Facing the students’ teasing, Zhao Yuhuan’s face turned green.
She was, after all, the head of the math department.
Apologize to the students? What a joke!
This time it was just these students getting lucky by encountering the easiest math exam ever; it simply didn’t count!
After a few seconds of thought, she held her head high and walked towards Class 19—
Facing the gaze of the entire class, she said assertively, "Zhou Yao’s full mark doesn’t count!"
The classroom was instantly in an uproar.
"Why doesn’t it count? Teacher Zhao, you can’t just deny it because you lost, right?"
"Yeah, it’s too poor a sport. Zhou Yao is now a student in our class too!"
Zhao Yuhuan looked quite displeased and was merely keeping up appearances: "Although Zhou Yao was taught by me personally and can be considered as your class’s student too, I say it doesn’t count not because of this, but because the mathematics paper this time was too easy. There were over ten full marks across the grade, and your class only had one; what does that prove? It’s not comparable at all to the full marks in the last second mock exam!"
Zhou Yao pinched the paper in her hand: "Teacher Zhao, whether it counts or not is up to you to say, so please make it clear now, how should it count?"
Zhao Yuhuan crossed her arms, her attitude arrogant: "This math paper was indeed an exception. Except for math, a full score in any other subject counts, including science, which also wasn’t very difficult this time."
Zou Wu slammed his hand on the table: "Teacher Zhao, don’t be too unreasonable! Science is so difficult; who could score full marks?"
A few other students chimed in: "She just doesn’t want to admit defeat!"
Zhao Yuhuan glared at them, "Zou Wu, who are you slamming the desk at? Don’t you have any manners? Just because you can’t score it doesn’t mean other students can’t! I just heard over the break that Jiang Yunzhou and Tian Ye from my class both scored full marks in science!"
Upon hearing this, the students in the class were at a loss for words, feeling both frustrated and disgusted.
Xia Ye seemed unaffected and casually asked Tang Tianjiao, "Is it Chinese class next?"
Tang Tianjiao, trembling with rage, calmed down a bit upon hearing Xia Ye address her, "Ah, yes, it’s Chinese," she glanced at the time on her phone. "Brother Yang should be bringing the papers over soon."
Xia Ye nodded nonchalantly: "Okay."
Tang Tianjiao didn’t understand her implication.
**
The Chinese department appeared to be more patient, possibly because the questions were so difficult that the teachers didn’t have high expectations for the scores.
After Gao Jingyi received the envelope containing the Chinese papers, she immediately handed it over to the staff to distribute the papers.
While passing the envelope, she noticed that the Chinese envelope also had a ’1’ marked on it with an oil pen.
She stared at that ’1’ for a good while.
She knew what the numbers on the math and science envelopes meant,
but Chinese...
Especially since the questions this time were so difficult...
Maybe it was just an accidental mark?
The rankings weren’t out yet; teachers could only see their own students’ papers.
Class 1 had biology last period and coincidentally, it was Chinese next.
In the last term of senior year, biology teachers generally had a lower status compared to other subject teachers, so Gao Jingyi automatically ended up with the free time from not having to do exercises that day.
Right after the biology class, she entered the classroom, gave the students their papers, and let them distribute them.
She looked around the classroom once and, holding Tian Ye’s paper in her hand, walked towards him.
This time, Tian Ye scored 129 in Chinese.
Gao Jingyi was concerned that it might affect his mood, so she made a point of telling him, "Although the rankings haven’t been released yet, I estimate that with your score, you should still be first in the grade. The college entrance exam won’t be this difficult, as our class average is around 90."
Tian Ye nodded, as it was similar to his own calculations.
He first turned to the composition section at the back.
points.
The perfect score composition that Xia Yourong mentioned was definitely not his.
He wasn’t too surprised, but now he really wanted to know, who exactly wrote that perfect score composition?
"Teacher, do you know which class the perfect score composition is from?" he looked up and asked Gao Jingyi.
Gao Jingyi’s eyelid twitched, "Is there still a perfect score composition this time? Where did you hear that?"
Tian Ye: "Everybody on No.3 Middle School’s forum is discussing it. Our papers were graded by No.3 Middle School, so it shouldn’t be fake."
Gao Jingyi quickly ran through several top students in the whole grade in Chinese, her expression instantly becoming more serious.
As the leader of the Chinese department, she was shocked that the perfect score composition hadn’t come from her own class.
After a moment of silence, she tapped Tian Ye’s desk, "No worries, the rankings will be out by this afternoon. Even if there is a perfect score composition, it’s only five points more than yours, and with the previous reading and filling sections, it’s not certain they scored higher than you."
Tian Ye pursed his lips slightly but didn’t respond.
At this moment, over at Yang the Emperor’s side.
It was a warm day, and he was tightly gripping the lapels of his jacket.
Something was hidden inside.
As he made his way to Class 19, his gaze kept darting around.
As if he was afraid someone would snatch what he cherished in his arms.
The cherished item was none other than the Chinese test papers of Class 19.
All of the students’ papers were rolled into a bundle in his arms, and the one wrapped in the very center was Xia Ye’s.
He was still unable to come to his senses.
After getting the papers in the office, he first checked every student’s paper to see where most of the errors lay, so he could focus on those areas in the upcoming class.
Although most scores were around seventy or eighty, and even Zhou Yao only scored ninety-one, the difficulty of this test was indeed high. Honestly speaking, the scores weren’t much lower than those of the key classes.
All these were within his expectations, but it was not until he saw Xia Ye’s paper —
His jaw dropped to the desk!
Her score...
Yang the Emperor scrutinized Xia Ye’s paper again and again, from front to back, even specifically checking the handwriting, which was indeed the same as when he saw Xia Ye writing with her right hand during the exam.
He had two particularly shocking moments this term, the first was when the results of "Leisure and Fun Record" were out, and the second was now.
But clearly, this shock was much greater than the first!
As he approached the entrance to Class 19, he overheard Zhao Yuhuan boasting in their class. Saying something like a perfect score in math doesn’t count, it had to be a perfect score in science comprehensive at least.
Seeing that the break had already been delayed significantly, and since Zhao Yuhuan stubbornly refused to admit her mistake, to spare the students’ feelings, Ye Miao had no choice but to say, "Teacher Zhao, let’s talk about the apology later, let the students prepare for the next class first."
Zhao Yuhuan sneered inside.
Just wait, next year, Class 19 won’t find another perfect scorer.
Swaggering, she turned to leave, but Yang the Emperor raised his hand to stop her: "Don’t leave yet, apologize now."
The students, hearing the commotion, looked in his direction.
Zhao Yuhuan tugged at her thick lips, "I just said, it’s not about math..."
"It’s not math," said Yang the Emperor, "Chinese was the hardest this year, do you have anything else to say?"
Zhao Yuhuan did not understand, "What do you mean?"
Yang the Emperor didn’t want to waste his breath, so he directly took out the stack of warm papers from his chest, "In this examination, our class in Chinese, also has a perfect score—"
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