Age of Legends

Chapter 38 Star of Progress
Also seeing Wu Pingyang running into the classroom were Zheng Xue and Shen Nuoyi who were lagging behind.

The two women exchanged glances.

Then Shen Nuo frowned and asked, "What do you think Zhang Chen was left behind for?"

Zheng Xue spoke up, "I'm dying of suffocation. I've been wondering about this for a long time... Especially when Wu Pingyang ran in at the end. It's almost time for the ceremony, so why aren't the three of them going down to look after us? What are they saying to Zhang Chen here... Could it be..."

The two women looked at each other with some possibilities in their minds.

Zheng Xue said, "No way...Ahaha, no way."

Shen Nuoyi also said, "Yeah, I think so too... It shouldn't be a big deal, just asking about Zhang Chen's English."

"Then why did Wu Pingyang also enter the classroom?" Zheng Xue asked again.

The two were silent for a moment, then laughed at the same time.

"No, no. Haha."

"Haha."

“It’s probably not what we thought.”

“It’s not what we thought.”

"Go down."

"Uh-huh."

……

"You want me to go up and read my composition?"

Zhang Chen looked at the excited Wu Pingyang and was a little surprised for a moment.

It's okay to get a certificate if you write well, but if you read it aloud in public, wouldn't that be too social?
"Yes, the principal wants you to go up directly. You have made me proud this time, Zhang Chen."

Tan Guimei also had a smile on her face, leaving Zhou Ming alone, who felt like a sour persimmon in his heart, but he still wanted to smile.

"Well... OK." Zhang Chen nodded. Reading the composition to the whole school was something Zhang Chen had never done during his student days. Although he would always gossip with Wang Shuowei when he saw this kind of situation, he felt very embarrassed.

But in fact, looking back many years later, it turns out that the self-righteous self at that time was just a little animal who was at a loss under the halo of those who knew they could not do it, and was just using this method to numb and comfort myself.

"Are you sure you want to go up and study?" Zhou Ming suddenly asked, looking deeply at Zhang Chen, "Do you dare to go up?"

Hey, Zhang Chen is unhappy now, why don't you dare? How old am I, why don't I dare?
Zhang Chen looked at Zhou Ming and said, "Teacher Zhou, have you ever had a moment when you suddenly wanted to try your best?"

"Now I have."

A student who had never been on stage, never been honored, never stood in front of a stage, was now so ready to take on the responsibility? It turned out that I had misjudged Zhang Chen.

……

Wang Shuowei stood on the playground for the ceremony, his mind still full of Zhang Chen's math paper with a score of 119.

Well, that’s mathematics!
Zhang Chen's English score of 139 shocked him enough. His math score of 119 or was higher than ?

Is this the result of his practice during this period?
It would be more convincing if you just told me directly that when you took the re-examination, there was a super-genius sitting next to you, and the exam room happened to be a little lax, so some light slipped through from him and you got a high score.

It must be like this. It must be like this. Wang Shuowei hypnotizes himself.

Wang Dan and Jiang Yutong were both in the same class. Feng Rui, the deputy editor-in-chief of the Chunhua school newspaper, was in their class. Today, everyone in the school newspaper editorial department was notified to arrive at school early to print model essays for the ceremony. This year's Chinese final essay included a perfect essay. The first batch of editorial students had already gathered to read it.

Then it spread.

When the classes were lining up in square formation, Wang Dan and Jiang Yutong saw the people from the school newspaper. Led by Feng Rui, the pure and bookish woman known as the goddess of literature and art, four or five of them were walking towards the desks on the first floor of the teaching building, holding piles of newly printed small magazines, ready to sort them out and distribute them to each class.

Unlike the school newspaper that each student receives every month for five dollars per semester, this kind of small promotional publication after the exam mainly publishes excellent model essays, or some examples selected by some teachers for explanation. It is printed for free and ten copies are distributed to each class for self-circulation. Some students will read it, while others will not at all.

At this time, because of the full score essay, it attracted a lot of attention.

Wang Dan and Jiang Yutong trotted forward and stopped Feng Rui, who was wearing a flowing white dress, and winked at her, "Feng Rui, Feng Rui! Show us the perfect essay, who wrote it?" Feng Rui was holding about ten booklets, and when she heard that, she exclaimed "Ah!", then rested her chin on the booklets, pulled out one, handed it to them, and said, "This is really well written!"

There was unquestioning admiration in her eyes and tone.

Wang Dan and Jiang Yutong were both surprised. Oh my god, Feng Rui, who is admired by countless boys in Yude, did not have the arrogance she used to have when talking about literature. Who is this person who sincerely praises others?
Wang Dan smiled, "It can't be Wu Zhiyuan from Class 6, right? Oh my!" The editorial director of the school newspaper, who is in his third year of high school, basically doesn't care about worldly affairs. It's all the deputy director Feng Rui from the second year of high school who takes charge. Wu Zhiyuan from Class 6 is handsome and has good literary talent. He is often the subject of the school newspaper's articles. Feng Rui usually has a lot of appreciation for Wu Zhiyuan, and can even say that he has a good impression of him.

Wang Dan immediately brought this matter to Feng Rui’s attention.

But Feng Rui shook his head and said, "He can't write it."

"Wow, such a high evaluation." Wang Dan frowned, "Could it be Peng Xin from Class 5? Peng Xin is not that handsome!"

When mentioning Class 5, Feng Rui's face seemed to move slightly, but he still shook his head.

"See for yourselves."

"Someone who doesn't often appear in the school newspaper's call for submissions? Who is it?"

Wang Dan had no choice but to open the book and read it with Jiang Yutong.

When they saw the article and the author, she and Jiang Yutong were immediately stunned.

See that title.

They finally understood why Feng Rui said that Wu Zhiyuan couldn't write anymore.

……

The student assembly and awards ceremony began after a row of school leaders sat on the rostrum. The school leaders sat below the flag-raising platform, and the empty flag-raising platform was used as the award ceremony venue.

First, the leader of the Municipal Education Commission spoke, then the principal spoke, and then the head of the grade group picked up the microphone and said, "Students, teachers, this year's survey and final exam for the second year of high school is over. Overall, we have made steady progress. I hope that everyone will continue to strive for excellence and forge ahead. Please invite the top ten students in our grade to come on stage and present the certificates..."

They are the top ten in the grade, the top scorer awards in nine subjects, and the outstanding class award.

Then the grade director's rhythmic voice came from the microphone again, "The following is our Best Improvement Award winner. This student rose from 608th in the grade to 256th in just one semester, a jump of more than places, becoming an absolute dark horse!"

The head of the grade group has a sturdy appearance, but under the fat on his face, his words are powerful. Even the saliva he spits out in the ups and downs of his voice can make people feel the momentum behind it.

He paused, and waved his right arm in the air as if conducting a symphony. "Never say that you can't do it again. Nothing is impossible in front of him! He is a role model! He is worthy of everyone's learning and commendation. If he is not commended, who else can be commended! Moreover, he is also the one who received a full score in the Chinese language examination team in our final exam of the second year of high school."

"under!"

"We invite our student Zhang Chen to share his perfect essay "I'm Just a Poor Student" with you all!"

The head of the grade group finally raised his arms vigorously, and saliva sprayed far away.

At that moment, the sound of a crowd of people spread out.

Like the wind blowing the wheat waves.

Class 5 of Grade 2 collectively turned into summer frogs in a pond, each one staring with eyes bigger than light bulbs, blinking.

As soon as Shen Nuo raised her head, Zheng Xue grabbed her shoulders with force. Shen Nuo frowned but did not shake her off.

It’s not an illusion. It’s not an illusion. Wang Shuowei stared at the stage eagerly, and then said, “Zhang Chen, you’re going to fuck the sky!”

In Class 7, countless heads looked at the stage first, and then their gazes turned back to fall on Zhuang Yanyue.

At that moment, Zhuang Yanyue also felt very innocent.

And when she actually saw Zhang Chen walking up the stone steps to the flag-raising platform, with a clean, elegant and calm face above his white shirt.

Her pupils trembled violently.

Because of that boy, the appearance of the distant mountains overlapped with her imagination again.

(End of this chapter)