I was reborn without dreams

Chapter 19 The Zhang family members are capable and fierce.
The first batch of eight teaching assistants were assigned two teachers each for Chinese, Mathematics, and English, and one teacher each for Physics and Chemistry. Politics was not required. Zhang Da'an printed out a lot of key points for the exam syllabus and made targeted predictions for the exam questions.

Last year, Zhang Da'an scored a perfect 80 on the politics exam, including full marks on the subjective questions.

There are two things that most resemble the rigid, formulaic style of writing: one is a Chinese composition, and the other is a subjective question in politics.

This year, Zhang Da'an predicted the exam questions to be "rule of law" and "rule of virtue." Of course, this isn't just for this year; he will continue to focus on these topics next year and the year after.

Of course, adjustments will be made the year after next depending on the situation. Whether or not to take into account international politics after joining the WTO will depend on the mainstream public opinion in Jiangkou Province at that time.

The subjective content of the middle school entrance examination questions will not be too advanced or beyond the curriculum; it will still focus on a general scope within the grand narratives of teenagers.

It won't be too outrageous, after all, times have changed, and things are relatively peaceful now, so there will be less conflict.

As April arrives, the pace of education in schools across the city begins to accelerate. "Zhang'an Education" remains largely unchanged, as last year's daily rhythm is now the same rhythm for junior high schools in the city during their final sprint.

Apart from one or two high schools that can "cultivate in detail," the vast majority of high schools cannot provide such high-density and precise targeted training.

The 150 students are all doing well. They have gained confidence through practice tests, and their test-taking abilities have improved significantly. More than 50% of them are now capable of reaching the admission scores for national-level model high schools.

Zhang Da'an estimated that there were about eighty people who could get into national key high schools, and the rest should be able to reach the provincial key high school admission line.

Those who could barely get into a regular high school are no longer available.

Unlike the students' excellent performance, the eight new teaching assistants are not yet able to keep up with the pace.

I can certainly handle tasks such as organizing lecture notes, collecting question types, and grading papers, but I can't do it at all when it comes to quickly responding to students' questions. I don't reach the level of a highly skilled veteran teacher.

Even in the "Question Card" section specially designed by "Zhang An Education," the focus of the exam was not boldly defined. Feedback could only be given after checking the scope provided by Zhang Da'an, which frankly shows a lack of proficiency in the business.

If they were in their original school, it would be equivalent to not keeping up with the subject group leader's teaching progress, let alone the teaching pace.

Furthermore, "Zhang An Education" does not promote holistic education, nor does it follow any set steps. It is purely exam-oriented training, no different from the daily training of machinists and welders. If the teachers are still in school, the efficiency will be extremely low. The completion rate of a single subject will be at most five or six percent, and will not even reach ten percent.

However, if these teaching assistants were to inquire at universities, they would find that many outstanding individuals can easily graduate early, regardless of whether it is a prestigious university or not.

There are also similar programs that offer double degrees.

In short: a master of time management.

This description has changed over the years, but before the current graduate level, basically any college student could do it; it's just that 99.9% of people didn't have the need or desire for it.

Zhang Da'an has now enabled 150 students to passively improve their study time utilization. This is why, in the eyes of parents, their children study in the "Top Scholar Tutoring Class," but it seems that they also have plenty of leisure time for relaxation and games.

A computer room combined with a home theater might make parents' blood pressure soar, but the improvement in grades is undeniable.

There was no "top scholar" summoning the "God of Literature" to bestow blessings, nor was there any magic involved; it was simply that Zhang Da'an "stole" a little bit of time.

"Director, the mock exam results are out."

"Let me see."

Chinese language teaching assistant Zhao Yiwan handed the total score rankings to Zhang Da'an. The part-time teaching assistants weren't here today, so all five were full-time teaching assistants, which kept them busy for quite a while.

However, thanks to the computer, the spreadsheets were created very quickly, and then automatically sorted by total score, making it infinitely more efficient than manual statistics. In any case, in the eyes of the veteran teachers at Dongweigang Middle School, the computer is indeed a marvel of high technology.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad, just as I expected."

"Director, it seems like things have gone down compared to last time?"

Zhao Yiwan spoke his mind, but he felt that the average score had dropped by several tens of points, which seemed a bit off.

"Are you stupid? This time it's a city-wide mock exam, and the results will be compiled by the Education Bureau. It's different from last time."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that the last time was the actual score, but this time I made them not write any essays, so the average score is about 30 or 40 points lower."

"Holy crap! Director, you're amazing! Holy crap..."

"..."

The one spewing profanities wasn't Zhao Yiwan, but another full-time teaching assistant, Qian Xiaoshuang. Like Zhao Yiwan, she was also a Chinese language teaching assistant, originally from Hebei. She came to Shazhou City to cover for a college classmate because she hadn't been able to find a decent teaching position back home, so she decided to come out and relax.

It just so happened that "Zhang An Education" was recruiting, and he did indeed get to see for himself the amazing qualities of last year's top scorer in the Wudu City middle school entrance examination.

After a while, he was convinced. He had never seen a young man with such a high level of work intensity in his life. He estimated that only the black slave boys kept in the homes of plantation owners in the American South a hundred years ago could be compared to him.

The cotton-picking machine probably doesn't even operate as fast as Zhang Da'an's shift rotations; they're natural-born workhorses...

"If we divide this evenly and add forty... thirty-five, holy crap!"

Zhao Yiwan's mouth was also slurred by Qian Xiaoshuang, but it did scare him, because according to this calculation, the "top student tutoring class" might be able to get into a national-level high school with a score of over 100.

what is this concept?

Taking his former workplace, Chengbei Middle School, as an example, there are about ten to twenty people who can reach this level each year. If you are lucky, you will have more, but in unlucky years, you may not have any at all.

Given this practice of "top scorer tutoring classes," this year's high school entrance exam is destined to be a city-wide disaster, and the Shazhou City Education Bureau is completely unaware of it...

Looking at Zhang Da'an, the calm and collected head teacher of the "Top Scholar Tutoring Class," Zhao Yiwan, the Chinese language teaching assistant, was a little scared and asked cautiously, "Teacher, will this... will something go wrong?"

"I'm only seventeen, a minor. I'm just earning some money with my skills and craftsmanship. What law doesn't allow that?"

"..."

"Stay calm, Teacher Zhao, just keep your composure."

Zhang Da'an offered words of comfort, then opened his thermos, saying, "Even if the sky falls, there's someone tall enough to hold it up. The Zhang family is capable and strong."

As he said this, Zhang Da'an glanced at Uncle Zhang, who was still practicing "Konnichiwa" with his Japanese teacher not far away.

Is the principal of Dongweigang Middle School... me, Zhang Da'an?
(End of this chapter)