Rebirth 2004: A lone figure in the literary world

Chapter 11: Your Answer

Of course, 8 points is not the lowest score in the city, after all, there must be some people who handed in blank papers. But Senior 2 (8) is the top liberal arts class in the school, not a laissez-faire class like Class , so everyone still has a bottom line.

Even a scumbag like Chen Huan could still get 30 or 40 points every time.

Zhang Chao's score of 8 was indeed a bit shocking, and it definitely set a class record. Zhao Rudong has been teaching for more than 20 years, and since he started teaching the first class, no student has ever achieved such a score in good health.

The score of 8 seriously lowered the average score, which made him feel even more embarrassed.

For Zhang Chao, although this cycle of great sorrow-great joy-great sorrow was very stimulating, he had already prepared himself mentally, so he was not disturbed by Teacher Zhao's harsh scolding. However, he still had to do the necessary superficial work.

"Teacher, I understand!"

"Teacher, I was wrong this time!"

"Teacher, I will definitely change next time!"

"Teacher, I will definitely not embarrass you in the second mock test!"

……

Each apology was more sincere than the last, and it took a lot of effort to calm Zhao Rudong's anger.

At the same time, in the preparation room of the senior Chinese language group, the group leader Gu Yan and two teachers who had not yet started class were called together by Zhang Ting.

Zhang Ting took out an MP3 player for listening to music and said to several teachers, "Zhang Chao from Class 2 got the highest score in the city this time. Everyone knows about it..." She paused after that. After all, Zhang Chao was her student, and she was still very proud of him.

Gu Yan said: "The city's education researcher Liu even called me to congratulate me. In the past, the first place was always in the city's school. Zhang Chao won a great victory for us."

One of the teachers replied, "Yes. If you don't make a sound, you will be amazing."

Zhang Ting was secretly happy, but she couldn't show it on her face, as that would have the opposite effect. She still focused on the important things: "Just now in class, I asked Zhang Chao to share his learning experience, and he agreed. At first I thought he would talk about doing exercises and memorizing, but it turned out not to be the case. You guys listen."

As she spoke, she plugged the MP3 into the data cable and connected it to the group's lesson preparation computer. There was a separate recording folder in the MP3 folder. Zhang Ting copied the most recent recordings to the computer and then opened them using the music listening software "Qian Qian Jing Ting".

Zhang Chao's voice immediately echoed in the lesson preparation room:
"…The perspective of a novel can generally be divided into 'personal perspective' and 'identity perspective'. The two are independent but also intertwined. You should take both into account when answering questions…"

"…all essay questions have their 'theme', which is nothing more than 'function question', 'main idea question', 'content question'…"

"…Don't think of writing as an expression of your inner thoughts or a form of literary creation. Instead, think of it as a special question and answer…"

The sound pickup effect of this MP3 is very average, and the longest recording time is only 5 minutes, and it needs to be restarted after 5 minutes. The capacity of MP3 is also limited, only 64M, Zhang Ting deleted several songs before she could barely record five or six intermittent sections. The sound quality is also very poor, sometimes it is hard to hear clearly.

Gu Yan didn't take it seriously at first, but he became more serious the more he listened. After listening, he adjusted his glasses and asked, "Is this what Zhang Chao just said in class?"

Zhang Ting replied: "Yes. I didn't expect him to speak so well. It's not inferior to, not inferior to..."

Gu Yan smiled and said, "Not inferior to our teacher, right?"

Zhang Ting nodded.

Gu Yan said: "It's not surprising. Zhang Chao's Chinese performance was outstanding, comparable to Lan Ting from Class 1 and Tao Leming from Class 4, all of whom were at the top of their grade, which shows that he has a good foundation. He may have received some guidance during this period, or he may have gained some special experience in his studies, and suddenly he became 'enlightened' and broke through the bottleneck in one fell swoop, which is normal.

Moreover, his father is not a simple person either… His insights are indeed at the level of a teacher. To be honest, many teachers may not be as good as him. However, this set of skills is completely utilitarian test-taking skills. We teachers cannot do this. We must build a ladder from the bottom of knowledge to the top, and cultivate students' listening, speaking, reading and writing abilities. His two moves are like Mei Chaofeng's "Nine Yin White Bone Claws", which can achieve quick success, but actually damage the overall perception of Chinese. "

Zhang Ting didn't expect that the usually serious Gu Yan would actually cite the example of Jin Yong's novels. She couldn't help but smile and said, "The team leader hit the nail on the head."

Gu Yan changed the subject and said, "But many of the things he said are indeed very useful for exams. Senior high school students may need this kind of 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw'? For example, he just talked about writing essays as questions and answers, which is a very interesting point of view. His essay got full marks this time, and it is also the only one with full marks in the city. I actually want to hear how he conceived and wrote the essay. But there is no more below."

Zhang Ting explained: "When I talked about composition, it was almost time for class, so I stopped talking."

Gu Yan pondered for a while and said, "I think Zhang Chao's experience this time is very valuable for promoting learning among our senior high school students. So, you ask him to prepare well. I will apply to the school to have him give a learning achievement report meeting to all senior high school students in the school auditorium this Friday night."

Zhang Ting was pleasantly surprised and said, "Is this necessary? He seems to have failed in other scientific expeditions this time."

Gu Yan said firmly, "It is necessary. Other subjects are other subjects, and I will take care of our Chinese language. The report meeting is settled. I will go to find Mr. He from the Academic Affairs Office now. The get out of class will be over soon, and you should also go and tell Zhang Chao about it."

In the classroom, Zhang Chao was called out by Zhang Ting as soon as he finished his class. They found a corner and told him to give a report on his learning achievements. Perhaps because of her excitement, Zhang Ting was very close to Zhang Chao. The front of her pink sweater almost touched Zhang Chao. Moreover, she looked as beautiful as spring morning and breathed as sweet as orchid. It was only because of Zhang Chao's skill in two lives that he could barely resist.

Zhang Chao knew that teacher Tingmei still treated him as a child, and because of the excitement of bringing out the first in the city's Chinese language, he was a little "overconfident", so he did not let his thoughts run wild. After agreeing to Zhang Ting, he thanked her and returned to the class.

Continue to be tortured.

Yes, the fourth class was English. He scored an impressive 24 points, which was three times more than that in mathematics!
But according to my English teacher, "I couldn't have scored this low even if I had stepped hard on my answer sheet!"

After finally making it to 12 o'clock and the last class was over, Zhang Chao rushed out of the classroom with a sense of relief. Under the strange gazes of everyone, he quickly ate a meal, and around 12:30, he quietly went to the school radio station alone.

The radio station of No.12 Middle School is located on the side of the playground stand, in an independent small room. It starts broadcasting at 30 noon every day. Students can request songs in the first 2 minutes. Each song costs 20 yuan. The announcer can read a greeting of no more than words before the song starts.

The school lunch break starts at 12:30. The radio station starts to lower the volume and play some melodious and soothing light music, and turns off the radio at around 1 o'clock. At 1:40, the volume is turned up again to play music that urges students to get up.

After school in the afternoon, the same thing happens during evening self-study, except that it becomes one hour of song requesting and one hour of fixed songs.

Zhang Chao made use of this time. During the one hour of fixed songs, he did not need to operate the computer at the radio station, and typing did not affect the song playing effect.

Zhang Chao came to the door of the radio station, knocked before opening the door, and was surprised to find that the person on duty today was Song Shiyu from Class 9. If Lan Ting is a pretty and lovely girl, then Song Shiyu is a bright and elegant, natural beauty that attracts attention. She has fair skin, a tall stature, and excellent proportions; on her palm-sized oval face, she has beautiful eyes, a high nose bridge, and red lips; but her hair seems a bit "rebellious", it is a neat short hair, which adds a bit of heroism.

She studied music, so she should be training for the professional exams of various music schools after the new year. How could she have time to be on duty at the radio station? Zhang Chao did not ask any more questions, as it was none of his business. He just nodded politely and said, "I am Zhang Chao. Lan Ting promised to let me use the computer here for one hour every day at noon and in the evening."

Song Shiyu looked at Zhang Chao and nodded, "Are you Zhang Chao? Lan Ting told me, you can use it. Just don't touch the player, it will stop when the time is up; don't touch the microphone and tuner on the table. Also, I want to play the piano next to you, will it bother you?"

Zhang Chao then noticed a guitar case on the empty table on the other side and said with a smile, "I only heard you play the piano well at the party before. I didn't expect you could play the guitar too. It's okay, go ahead and play, it won't affect anything."

Song Shiyu nodded and gave her seat to Zhang Chao. She sat in the corner, holding her guitar, and began to play the strings gently. A melodious but unknown tune slowly flowed out from her fingertips.

Zhang Chao closed his eyes, listened to a short section, and praised softly, "It's really beautiful!" Then he opened WORD and started typing today's article.

Today's article is still an analysis of the Sister Furong phenomenon, but the focus is not on Sister Furong, but on the college students who made fun of her. From "aesthetics" to "aesthetics of ugliness" (of course, "aesthetics" in the academic sense is not just about "beauty"), what is wrong with contemporary college students?
Zhang Chao started with the history of the phenomenon of "appreciating ugliness", pointing out that the teasing and mocking of "clowns" was one of the important psychological puzzles of the ancient elite. Western monarchs have always had the habit of raising clowns; China had officials like Dongfang Shuo until the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. In "Dream of Red Mansions", Granny Liu also played such a role, so much so that she was mocked as a "female locust"...

When he was writing, Zhang Chao forgot himself and hummed a song while typing.

After he finished the first half of the article and breathed a sigh of relief, he realized it was only 1:20. Song Shiyu had stopped playing the piano without him noticing and stood behind him.

Zhang Chao was startled and asked, "Do you want to use the computer? Isn't the music playing at 1:40?"

Song Shiyu hesitated for a moment before saying, "What song were you humming just now? I haven't heard it before."

Zhang Chao hummed the song completely unconsciously. When asked this question, he was stunned: "I... I was just humming casually."

Song Shiyu picked up the guitar and roughly played the tune he had just hummed: "That's about it. You hummed too softly in some passages, so I couldn't hear it clearly."

Zhang Chao recognized it as the song that became very popular later, "Your Answer", a very inspirational song. However, it was still more than ten years before this song was created. He said calmly, "It's just a casual hum, don't take it seriously."

Song Shiyu said: "It is indeed very nice to listen to, very special. It has a kind of passionate and generous feeling of soaring into the sky after wandering at the bottom of life, and the layering is very distinct. Can you hum it again for me?" A pair of big eyes with clear black and white stared at Zhang Chao.

Zhang Chao frowned and asked, "Why do you have to listen to this song?"

Song Shiyu was silent for a while and said, "After this mock exam, many students were quite depressed. Maybe this song can cheer them up?"

Zhang Chao resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said, "Why don't you ask me how much I scored?"

Song Shiyu said, "How bad can the result be if it can be recognized by Lan Ting? Just hum it again. I guarantee you won't do it a third time!"

Zhang Chao thought for a moment and then said with a smile: "So awesome? Then listen carefully..." Then he hummed the song quickly again.

Song Shiyu listened very carefully, her fingers stroking the guitar from time to time.

After Zhang Chao finished humming, she only recalled it briefly and then played it perfectly on the guitar.

Now it was Zhang Chao's turn to exclaim: "You can remember a piece of music after listening to it once?"

Song Shiyu nodded and said, "This is my major... But are you really just humming this? You really haven't studied music?"

Zhang Chao blushed and didn't dare to answer. He could only ask, "How do you know this is my original work?"

Song Shiyu said, "Because I have a room this big at home." She gestured and pointed to the radio station, which was about twelve square meters in size. "It's full of various records collected by my father, and it's updated regularly. There are not many melodies that I haven't heard."

Zhang Chao was speechless for a moment, thinking that the world of rich people is different. His room is crowded even for a family of three, but she can spare a room to play records.

Song Shiyu said, "But it's too late for you to learn now, what a pity. By the way, does this piece of music have lyrics? Lan Ting said that you are very good at writing poetry, do you have lyrics for this piece of music?"

Zhang Chao thought about it and decided that since it had come to this, he might as well give it a try. So he said, "It really is true."

Song Shiyu's eyes lit up, and she took out a pen and paper from the drawer of the table, handed it to Zhang Chao, and said, "Can you write it for me to see?"

Zhang Chao recalled that he had sung this song many times in KTV in the past and remembered the lyrics very well, so he quickly wrote it down on paper and finished it in just five minutes.

Song Shiyu took the manuscript and looked at it. Her eyes immediately became distracted, as if the lyrics were about to be sucked into the paper:
Maybe the world is like this

I'm still on the way
no one can tell
Maybe I can only be silent

Tears moisten eyes
but unwilling to be cowardly
……

the light of dawn
will transcend the darkness

I can break all fears

Find the answer
Even against the light

Just dispel the darkness

Throw away all burdens

……

Just as I was immersed in it, the door of the radio station was pushed open with a "bang". Lan Ting's petite figure stood against the light and shouted loudly: "What are you doing? Look at the time, why don't you play the wake-up playlist? This is a broadcasting accident, do you know?"

(End of this chapter)