"Ten? I said Chris, do you look down on me too much? If I can pass this time, it will be God's eyes. You must know that the question I am most confident about on this paper is Question 17!" Qiao Yi said proudly...
Question 17? Question 17! Oh my God, the question that Qiao Yi mentioned was the one that I copied someone else’s.
"You...are you not the squad leader? How could you fail the exam? You love to joke too much." I still don't give up this last life-saving straw.
Speaking of the class monitor, Qiao Yi raised her head proudly: "Brother, do you know how I got it? Logically speaking, it is unlikely that the bad students who are only ranked within the last dozen of the grades of my grades will be held in this position. But it is because I love to make trouble and be active. So in order to make me settle down, those teachers can only place me in the class monitor position, hoping to use this to show my sense of responsibility and also give me motivation to improve. Although I can see through this old trick at a glance, in order to try to be a class monitor, I still reluctantly accepted such an arrangement. With my excellent leadership ability and good interpersonal relationships, this class has been managed in an orderly and prosperous manner by me! Speaking of which, you are lucky, brother, you are also lucky. The first day you just came to this class was a great day for me to be a good worker. It seems that we are really destined to be a good person!..."
Qiao Yi's words made me look dark and I almost felt unconscious. As for Qiao Yi's words to brag about Lao Wang's self-promotion and self-promotion, I didn't listen to a single word of Qiao Yi's words to him later.
I... why am I so unlucky?
At this time, I even wondered if this Qiao Yi was a chess piece specially arranged by Rachel. This exam would definitely become a laughing stock for Big Niu and Phil. If I had known that it would be the result, then I would have been better off myself. It would be better to die in my own hands than to die in others' hands!
I no longer have any hope for today's exam, but began to consider how to excuse myself, whether I performed well or was it more convincing to be misleading by the school teachers? It seems that I need to think carefully. This sentence must be said beautifully, without leaking, and they must believe it deeply.
While I was still worried about my grades, Rachel over there had already begun to strictly approve my test papers. What was wrong, what was wrong, what was wrong, what was wrong, what was wrong, what was wrong, what was wrong, and that bad boy was dead this time.
The beginning of the paper was just the point where Rachel was summoned, as if she saw me frowning in the face of my failed paper. Thinking of this, Rachel could not help laughing out loud. Suddenly, she realized that she had lost her composure, and immediately covered her mouth with her hands. She looked around with guilt and found that no one noticed her. When she breathed a sigh of relief, she began to sum up the paper with enthusiasm.
If someone stands beside Rachel from this point on, he will find that Rachel's face becomes ugly and ugly, and her brows become more and more frowning.
Right, right, or right. Since the eighth question, Rachel has been ticking on my paper, which is why Rachel is getting more and more uncomfortable with the more she criticized it. This...what is this? Is it that Chris is playing tricks on me? The simple multiple-choice questions in front of me are all wrong, but the difficult multiple-choice questions in the future are all right. Maybe this is confused, but this idea was quickly rejected by Rachel himself. No matter how good a person's luck is, it would be great to be able to get the ten questions right. How can there be such continuous right? If this is not confused, then Chris really wants me to look at it with admiration. No wonder he looked so confident when he was doing this test paper... and a little handsome.
Thinking of this, Rachel's heart became obsessed again.
All the papers that were completed in the morning were already approved by the afternoon. Although this exam only accounts for 40% of the total score, everyone still attaches great importance to it. In the period before the paper was sent, the atmosphere in the class was surprisingly heavy. The people sitting here did not look like students waiting for scores, but more like criminals who were about to be sentenced. And I was probably the easiest among the students on the spot. Who made me despair about my grades?
But when my test paper was handed out, I couldn't help but be shocked when I looked at the scores on it. Is this my test paper? Ju... I actually got 82 points.
Could it be that the total score of this exam is 150? Seeing so many tickers on the paper, this inference is obviously wrong.
Isn't this paper mine? But the few erratic English words on the test paper and the more embarrassing signature at the beginning of the paper prove that this paper is me. Who made me come from Kunlun? It is a great achievement to be able to learn to write English. If you want me to write beautifully, you have to spend a few more years.
Could it be that Rachel was wrongly criticized? Seeing Rachel glaring at me unwillingly, I knew this was even more impossible. She must have read this paper over and over again, deducted all the points that could be deducted, and tried every means to deduct the points that could not be deducted, so that she would hand the paper back to my hands.
Could it be...
After overturning all kinds of things and confirming that I was not dreaming, I accepted this fact that I really felt unimaginable and unacceptable.
In order to relieve the problems in my mind, I jumped to Qiao Yi. I thought that if I scored 82 points, Qiao Yi's score should not be much lower. After all, I completely copied his answer.
But Qiao Yi's score really shocked me. His score was indeed very similar to mine, but our scores were completely lost. He expected to get twenty-eight points.
At this time, I was completely stupid. Why did the scores obtained by the same answer differ?
In order to solve this mystery, I took my paper over and got the same question as Qiao Yi's paper.
But the result made me feel amused and irritated.
Since I copied Qiao Yi’s answer in the wrong question number from the eighth question, I made all the answers into the wrong right and wrong number, and all the answers became the correct answers.
This result made me feel like I was from hell to heaven, and I accidentally went up in a confused way.
However, smart people will not reveal their thoughts on their faces. I pretended to put away my paper, looked at Qiao Yi with the most sincere eyes, reached out and patted Qiao Yi on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Jiao Yi, you have to work hard next time, otherwise the position of this squad leader will not last long!"
My words were exchanged for Qiao Yi's most sincere roll of eyes and the most polite middle finger.
At this time, Rachel spoke again, and I sat in my position with satisfaction, like a happy person hit by a big pie falling from the sky.
"The first half of this exam has ended, so you naturally know the results, so I won't say much here. From tomorrow, we will have a week to complete your own art works, and there is no limit on the types, which can be oil paintings, sculptures, etc. Of course, the ratings of your works will also be conducted by authoritative figures in the art world in Los Angeles. It is absolutely fair and fair. This is also the time to test your true level!" Rachel said his last sentence very loudly. Judging from her staring at me, this sentence was probably given to me.
However, I have solved the written test that has caused me the most headache (although it is a bit beyond my own expectations). What else am I afraid of in this artistic creation?
For me who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, this artistic creation is not too difficult. But because of this, I want my works to be unique and make the written test scores more reasonable.
If you want to be recognized by American experts, then simple Chinese painting will obviously not work. After all, in the art world of Los Angeles, there are only a very small number of people who can truly understand Chinese art. I cannot put my treasure on these very small numbers. So this work must be alternative, but it can be accepted and judged as a work of art.
Chapter completed!