Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 42 - 039 The First Place (Second Update)
Chapter 42 -039 The First Place (Second Update)
Chapter 42 -039 The First Place (Second Update)
In the afternoon, Song Jiawen still turned in her comprehensive science exam half an hour early.
The same happened with Chinese and English the next day.
Teachers and students were all somewhat puzzled. Was she cutting it too close with her timing?
After the monthly exams ended, classes went on as usual on Friday, but the students were somewhat distracted, as everyone was keen to find out who would be this term’s top scorer.
However, the two main contenders didn’t care at all.
Zhu Zhen was indifferent because he had already predicted the outcome and was thoroughly convinced by Song Jiawen’s abilities.
And Song Jiawen…
Having come first so many times probably led her to become indifferent about it; exams were a mere formality for her, and she no longer paid attention to the results.
Jiang Yan had become indifferent too, not about his own grades but about Song Jiawen.
She was a freak; there was no need to guess how much she would score, nor to expect anything different.
What he was looking forward to now was his own ranking in the grade.
In fact, the teachers had already marked the exams overnight, and were now just tallying up the scores and rankings.
In the afternoon, the school seemed to understand the students’ eagerness; to help them focus on their studies afterwards, they promptly posted the freshly sorted top hundred rankings for the grade on the notice board below.
No sooner had the teacher finished posting the rankings than the news spread like wildfire, and crowds of students immediately rushed up, surrounding the notice board so that no one else could get through.
“Damn! There’s a new number one.”
“Chinese 142, English 150, Math 150, Comprehensive Science 300, total score 742…. Did a human even take this test?”
Everyone gasped. She had scored almost the same in the previous quiz, but back then the paper was easy, with hardly any difficult questions.
It was well known that Zhu Zhen excelled in difficult questions.
This month’s exam papers were acknowledged to be somewhat challenging, definitely harder than the citywide mock test last time, but still… nothing could stop a certain someone from getting full marks.
Zhu Zhen was ranked second, with a total score of 705.
There was another collective gasp as the first and second places were nearly forty points apart.
This was unprecedented!
But everyone had forgotten that Zhu Zhen only scored 692 in the last mock test, which meant he had improved by 13 points this time. This was already a significant improvement, especially since getting higher scores gets increasingly difficult.
Never mind 13 points, even a 5-point improvement would have required a Herculean effort.
In fact, in the last mock test, Song Jiawen did not even score 700. This was mainly because the papers she usually did at Jianghai were too easy, and she often lacked the motivation to practice. Even a genius’ skills would rust without regular practice.
But since coming to No. 1 High School, in order to blend in, she nearly always did the practice papers distributed by the teachers. She had to; Zhu Jin was keeping an eye on her.
Once she got into the practice, with her intelligence, it was quite easy for her to score full marks.
By then Xiao Qi had squeezed his way to the front through the crowd with difficulty. He had already heard about Song Jiawen’s score, and given the shocking numbers, he had to see them for himself.
Seeing Song Jiawen’s ranking and score with his own eyes, Xiao Qi couldn’t help but sigh to himself, who the hell said that looks and grades couldn’t be directly proportional?
Here was the proof!
After checking Song Jiawen’s score, he started to count how many of the top hundred were from Class One.
“Song Jiawen, Zhu Zhen, Zhu Jin… Jiang… damn!”
Upon seeing Jiang Yan’s name in sixteenth place, Xiao Qi’s eyes widened in shock, and he couldn’t help cursing, but then it made sense; after all, that guy really worked hard. He would study for an extra hour or two under a small desk lamp after lights out every night and always carried English vocabulary lists with him wherever he went.
And his weakest subject, English: 102 points.
Damn, he actually scored over a hundred, two points more than himself.
Jiang Yan’s overall score was:
Chinese: 138
Mathematics: 142
English: 102
Science Comprehensive: 285
Total Score: 667
Although his English was weak, both mathematics and science comprehensive were quite difficult this time, and Jiang Yan did quite well in both, which could be said to have boosted his score, compensating somewhat for his shortcomings in English.
Xiao Qi returned to the classroom in a daze, having forgotten to count how many from Class One were in the top hundred.
Actually, there wasn’t much to count. The first and second in the grade were from Class One, Song Jiawen alone knew how far ahead of other classes she was. As for the average score, was there even a need to check?
“How about it? Did you make it into the top hundred this time?”
Yu Hang saw Xiao Qi return and looked up to ask him.
Xiao Qi suddenly snapped back to reality, damn, he had been so preoccupied that he’d forgotten to check his own score.
Xiao Qi turned around and ran back again, leaving Yu Hang completely baffled.
He turned his head to ask Jiang Yan, “What’s up with him?”
Jiang Yan was doing an English reading comprehension and gave it some thought before answering seriously, “Maybe he dropped his brain in the toilet during a big one and just remembered to go back and pick it up.”
Yu Hang: ….
Before Xiao Qi returned, other classmates who had gone down to check had already come back and spread the news: this time, their Class One had twenty people in the top one hundred, occupying a fifth of it.
You should know, there are over a dozen classes in the grade.
Aside from Song Jiawen and Zhu Zhen, Zhu Jin, Jiang Yan ranked sixteenth, Yu Hang eighteenth, and even Xiao Qi was thirty-second.
Listened to the excited and enthusiastic discussions in the class, Meng Qing frowned.
She turned her head to look back, Song Jiawen was not there; she went to the studio with Xu Yan.
Thinking of painting made Meng Qing even more annoyed.
Why does she have to stand out in everything? If you’re good at academics, just focus on that, why barge into the art students’ domain and stir things up?
Is she so eager to be in the spotlight?
Unable to concentrate on studying, Meng Qing stood up and walked out. On her way downstairs, she bumped into Deng Tao.
Seeing her with a backpack, Meng Qing was taken aback, quickened her pace, and asked, “Xiao Tao, are you going home? Did you take leave?”
Deng Tao nodded, “I need to go to Shanshui Street for a bit. Teacher Song might be at Shanshui Gallery today. If he doesn’t recommend me by next week, I’ll miss the deadline for registration.”
If she couldn’t register, then it was highly likely she wouldn’t make it to Beijing University this year.
Deng Tao had made a mistake in this monthly test. She usually could rank around tenth in the grade but slipped to the twentieth this time.
She had just heard about Song Jiawen’s scores from a classmate and hadn’t expected that country bumpkin to do so well, even scoring nearly forty points higher than Zhu Zhen.
The most important thing was, she also heard from Meng Qing that Song Jiawen seemed to be not bad at painting either. The art teachers valued her highly, even going to the extent of convincing Class One’s homeroom teacher and persuading Song Jiawen to sign up for the North City painting competition.
The provincial competition also had a lot of prestige, and it wasn’t that Deng Tao looked down on it, but she wanted to participate in the Traditional Chinese Painting competition in Beijing, which conflicted with the timing of the other competition; she had to choose one over the other.
But up until now, she hadn’t even registered for the Traditional Chinese Painting competition, so Deng Tao couldn’t help but feel even more irritated.
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It might also be because of this reason that her performance in the monthly test had been affected.
“Xiao Qing, are you sure Song Jiawen has registered for the North City competition?”
Meng Qing nodded, “Yes, Teacher Fang asked Xu Yan to get the registration form for her, I saw it with my own eyes.”
“Didn’t you say Xu Yan had one of her paintings last time? Could you maybe ask Xu Yan to lend it to me tomorrow? I’d like to have a look.”
Meng Qing was puzzled, “Yours are traditional paintings, much more sophisticated than their sketching. What do you want with her work? Xiao Tao, you don’t really believe she’s better than you, do you? I think it’s just okay. Just because you’re not competing in North City, Teacher Fang hastily settled for her, really thinking participation means winning a prize? How could that be possible.”
