I was reborn without dreams

Chapter 22 Showing Uncle Zhang a Sci-Fi Movie
On June 10th, "Zhang An Education" also did a little mobilization. Zhang Da'an encouraged the students and told them to just follow their usual exam-taking pace.

“Our training intensity is much higher than the high school entrance exam level, so I have no doubt that you will achieve good results. I just don’t know how many of you can perform exceptionally well. Anyway, based on your current average level, you are far above the provincial key high school admission score. As for me, I don’t have high expectations. If you can achieve a 90% pass rate for national-level high schools, I will give each of you an autograph.”

"Cut~~"

The trainees all booed.

"What are you talking about? It's just an autograph."

"Look, you guys are too shrewd. This isn't just any ordinary signature; it's the signature of a top scholar."

Zhang Da'an once again highlighted his impressive resume, but the trainees kept rolling their eyes at him.

"Alright, alright, Brother An, we know you were the top scorer in the middle school entrance exam, you don't need to keep saying it. Why don't you try to be the top scorer in the college entrance exam?"

"Yeah, how did An do on the exam this time? I heard the math was especially difficult, and many people estimated their scores to be only 30 or 40 points out of 150..."

Did Ange fail his math test?

"I've heard that Chinese composition is quite difficult."

"Anyway, it seems like this year is going to be tough."

Amidst the chattering and whispering, Zhang Da'an took out his thermos, sipped some chilled orange juice, and then said with a smile, "I told you all you're all short-sighted. What makes you think you can doubt my abilities? When I do act, I'm the best."

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The large classroom fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"You don't believe me, do you? You take the high school entrance exam on the 15th. After the exam, wait a few days, and the results should be out around the 23rd. Remember to check the newspaper then. There will be only one headline on the front page, and that will be me."

Zhang Da'an remained unhurried and leisurely, counting on his fingers as he said, "Except for Chinese and English, which are uncertain, the rest are all full marks. The total score is probably between 715 and 745."

"Holy crap, is this for real, Brother An? You're not just telling stories, are you? You're speaking seriously?"

"Nonsense, if I weren't a top-tier expert, could I have raised you bunch of trash to your current level? Even if I brought two groups of top-level teachers to teach you, you wouldn't be able to manage. You're just a bunch of tin kettles boiling water."

What does it mean to boil water in a tin kettle?

"Iron zeolite".

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Finally, someone who seemed to have figured it out fawned over him, "Brother An, Brother An, how about I come back and enroll in your class in two years?"

"Of course! We've known each other for so long, don't you all know who I am? As long as the money's right, I'll definitely teach you everything you need to know. But in two years, it won't be 30,000 yuan anymore; you'll need at least 100,000 or 200,000 yuan to hire me."

"Tch! Money-grubbing!"

"Hey! Speak honestly, in the whole Shazhou, apart from two middle schools, only my classroom has air conditioning, right? You bunch of idiots, you spend all your time playing games, watching movies, eating and drinking, and everything costs money. Did I charge you a single extra penny? If I had known it would cost 50,000 yuan, I would have given you a 40% discount because I'm handsome and kind-hearted, and we're all from Shazhou."

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After delivering the final pep talk amidst jokes, Zhang Da'an even invited a doctor from the local clinic to inquire about the girls' menstrual cycles in order to ensure their performance on the high school entrance exam.

If you get your period on the 15th, the day of the high school entrance exam, take medication beforehand to regulate it. Make sure you're in peak condition for the exam.

"Zhang An Education" rented three buses, hung banners, and went to Binjiang Middle School on the 15th with great momentum to take the high school entrance examination. After the Chinese exam, all 150 students were in a good mood and very relaxed.

Just like what Director Zhang, nicknamed "Little Cannon," said, the difficulty level is too low, far less than the usual intensity of the "Top Scholar Tutoring Class," and the level is too low.

After the math exam, everyone grinned from ear to ear, so relaxed they wondered if they were dreaming.

When Mingming took the high school entrance exam last year, he was like a block of wood, his brain rusted and unable to function...

After all the exams were over, all 150 students felt relaxed and in good spirits. However, on the third day after the middle school entrance exams, many people at the Education Bureau had mixed feelings.

Because a large group has disrupted the high-scoring segment, top students from several middle schools have fallen a level.

Taking Wugang Secondary School as an example, the top scorers are between 620 and 640, but now they can't get into the first tier. There is an extra large group that has surpassed them, and it's not just a group of a few dozen people, but more than a hundred.

In this way, after deducting the two experimental classes in the junior high school section, the number of students admitted to the national-level demonstration high school will be 14 out of the regular 16 classes. With an average of 40 to 50 students per class, the total number of places would be 700.

It couldn't actually be 700 people, because at least one class had to be used to collect "sponsorship fees," which was usually 25,000 yuan per class, and that was considered revenue generation.

Therefore, the actual number of students admitted is around 650.

This year things suddenly went wrong; the admission cutoff score was set at 638 points for those ranked in the top 800.

Among the top scorers at Wugang Secondary School, only one student scored 639 points, which is just barely enough to qualify.

This situation is unprecedented. It's not just Wugang Middle School that held an emergency meeting to discuss it; many township middle schools throughout the city are experiencing the same thing. Even Chengbei Middle School and Chengnan Middle School in the city center have also suffered major setbacks, with their highest scores both failing to reach 638.

In other words, it is very likely that no one in this year's cohort will be admitted to a national-level high school.

The Municipal Bureau also held an emergency meeting. When the statistics came out, everyone stared at each other in disbelief. Zhang Zhengdong, who had become the acting head of the Private Education Section, was considered a mid-level manager, so he came to make up the numbers for the meeting.

He thought it was none of his business, but as soon as he sat down, all those big, staring eyes turned to him.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What did I do wrong?"

Zhang Zhengdong felt uneasy under the stare. He thought to himself, "I haven't even finished making the nameplate for my office yet. There's no way I could be involved, right?"

"Zhengdong, haven't you checked on this year's middle school entrance exam results?"

"Dongweigang Middle School is about to disappear, what's the point of me following along?"

Zhang Zhengdong, looking completely at ease, said, "Even if we make a summary, are we going to pass on the experience to thin air next year?"

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He was quite assertive in his criticism, but Qiu Jianmin, the "old company commander" who was also the deputy director, coughed lightly and said with a smile, "Look, there are materials on the table. Your Dongweigang Middle School achieved excellent results this time."

"How could that be... Oh, I forgot, it was the 'private class' that performed well, right? Let me see how they did..."

Upon seeing the statistics, Uncle Zhang was completely speechless, like an old duck whose neck had been suddenly grabbed, unable to utter a sound.

Mother's...

So old eggs?!
Looking at the list of 139 students who scored over 638 points, Uncle Zhang felt like he was watching a science fiction movie.

(End of this chapter)