My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 41 Essay Topic: From the Perspective
“I didn’t take the last monthly exam, so I should have gotten a zero. But the school thought it was inappropriate to put me in exam room number 12, so they put me in exam room number 1 last.”

As Cheng Shuangjiang walked into the school and passed the honor wall in the corridor that displayed the rankings from the last monthly exam, she said.

The school ranks students for the next exam based on their monthly exam results, with exam room number one reserved for the top fifty students in the grade.

"I am in examination room number eight."

Jiangcheng High School has a first-tier university admission rate of over 50%, and he usually achieves around that level.

As the two parted ways on the stairs, Cheng Shuangjiang called out to him.

"how?"

"Give me your hand."

Zhou Heming stretched out his hand, and Cheng Shuangjiang wrote words in his palm, closed his fingers, and pushed it back.

"I'm lending you my good luck."

"We must take it."

Zhou Heming pounded his chest with that hand.

Does this count as "putting yourself in someone else's shoes"?
See you at noon!

Cheng Shuangjiang waved goodbye to him and walked into Examination Room No. 1, where top students gathered.

Zhou Heming continued upstairs and arrived at his examination room, number eight.

After entering the senior year of high school, many students' grades tend to stabilize, so there are many familiar faces in the examination room.

For example, the girl sitting two seats in front of Zhou Heming was very good at English, but very bad at math. She always did the questions slowly, making people worry about whether she could finish filling in the answer sheet in time.

For example, the boy sitting at the top of the class in this classroom is the one joking around with the student next to him. He often lingers in exam rooms seven and eight, and he loves to compare answers with others after the exam.

For example, the girl who sat in the second-to-last row by the aisle once vomited because she was too nervous during an exam, almost causing the student in front of her to vomit as well. Because of this, rumors circulated that sitting in front of her would bring bad luck.

As Zhou Heming took out his pen, he heard people two rows away whispering among themselves while looking at him, but he didn't care.

Right now, Zhou Heming has only one thought in mind: to achieve his best possible score.

One of the proctors in exam room number eight was the homeroom teacher of class six, a math teacher surnamed Pan, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a big gold watch, with thinning hair, and had the air of a gangster boss. Even just staring at him could make people feel scared.

The other one was a psychology teacher surnamed Liu. Zhou Heming was not familiar with her. He had only heard about her in his second year of high school psychology class, such as career planning and new cyber astrology fortune telling like MBTI. He was identified as an INFP at that time.

He was glad that it wasn't a Chinese language teacher proctoring the exam; otherwise, the teacher would likely have lingered around his area for a long time, interfering with other students' answers.

With his eyes closed, Zhou Heming's image appeared, not of the girl he had been looking forward to, but of the hospital room where his mother had died, the living room where his father was kneeling, and the quiet, deserted corridor of the funeral home late at night.

The bell rang as the exam was about to start. He gripped his pen and opened his eyes.

He sat in the second-to-last row by the window. In this exam room, the exam paper was passed around for a while before it finally reached him.

Zhou Heming first glanced at the essay topic.

[Su Shi wrote in his poem "Written on the Wall at West Forest Temple," "Viewed horizontally, it's a range of peaks; viewed from the side, it's a single peak." Sometimes, different perspectives on things can give people completely different impressions. Please write an essay based on your experiences and insights.]

[Any writing style except poetry, minimum 800 words.]

"side."

Zhou Heming pondered the questions, glanced at the memorization and dictation section, and then turned to the first page to begin answering the questions.

The Chinese language test was not difficult for him. He had a special sensitivity to words since elementary school, and he could grasp the content of the article and the thoughts contained within it more quickly. Moreover, he read very fast.

This is why Zhou Heming's English listening and reading comprehension scores were also quite good, even though his grammar was terrible.

In the exam room, time always seems to pass a little faster than usual.

With one hour remaining, Zhou Heming finished all the questions, checked them, filled in the answer sheet, and prepared to write the essay.

He looked at the grid and thought for a moment.

In fact, he already had an idea while writing, and he had written a lot on the draft paper.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Heming wrote down the title.

I Have Five Mothers.

*
The bell rang for the papers to be handed in.

Zhou Heming, who had already put down his pen, saw that there were still candidates in front of him writing furiously, as if seizing these last few seconds was the key to seizing their entire lives.

The teacher slowly collected the exam papers, and the classroom only became noisy after the checks and counts were completed.

There's not much to discuss in Chinese class. At most, you can complain about what kind of tricky questions were asked in the dictation section, check the answers to the multiple-choice questions, and just as Zhou Heming finished packing up his things, a student from Class 7 in this exam room came over to check his answers.

"I got three questions wrong."

The boy's face darkened immediately when he realized that three of the questions were different from Zhou Heming's.

If it were the college entrance exam, this person's mentality would probably collapse.

"It's also possible that I'm wrong."

Zhou Heming offered a word of comfort.

The boy's face darkened further. In his view, the probability of a top student like Zhou Heming getting a multiple-choice question wrong was about the same as winning the lottery.

As expected, Lu Bai was right; sometimes, insincere pleasantries are more hurtful than silence.

Zhou Heming walked out of the examination room, intending to take a lunch break in the multimedia classroom and prepare for the afternoon's math exam.

As soon as I reached the stairwell, I saw Lu Bai. "What's your exam room number?"

"Of course it's number twelve."

As they walked downstairs side by side, Lu Bai answered matter-of-factly.

"Oh, you missed the last exam."

Not everyone has the same privileges as Cheng Shuangjiang.

"The level is about the same as in a proper exam."

Lu Bai glanced at the backpack Zhou Heming was carrying.

Are you going to the multimedia classroom at noon?

"Okay, I'll have lunch with Cheng Shuangjiang later and then go."

Zhou Heming nodded.

"That's perfect, let's eat together. What do you want to eat?"

Lu Bai asked naturally.

"The cafeteria?"

After all, senior high school students take exams earlier than junior high school students, so they don't have to fight with younger students to get to the cafeteria.

"Stewed beef brisket with potatoes?"

"I still remember."

Zhou Heming arrived on the first floor and saw Cheng Shuangjiang talking to two girls at the door, seemingly discussing the exam they had just taken.

"Ah He~"

Upon seeing the boy, the girl immediately broke into a smile.

When the two girls saw Zhou Heming, they wisely stopped and left with their bags.

"I just ran into her. She said she wanted to have lunch together and then go to the multimedia classroom."

Zhou Heming pointed to Lu Bai beside him.

"Okay~"

Cheng Shuangjiang nodded.

Zhou Heming casually picked up her light blue backpack.

"Hehe, Ah He is so considerate~"

The girl walked alongside him.

Lu Bai sighed and followed behind the two.

*
The two-day monthly exams ended quickly.

This also marks the end of the seven-day course.

As if to celebrate the long course, the weather suddenly turned gloomy after the English exam on Friday, and when the first and second year high school students finished school, a light autumn rain began to fall on the earth.

Cheng Lingjun put away the test papers and returned to the Chinese language group.

The weekend is a holiday for students, but they have to work extra hard to grade papers so the results will be released next Monday.

After casually eating at the faculty and staff window in the cafeteria, he returned to his office, ready to work overtime and grade some papers that day.

The Chinese language group cross-graded papers, with different teachers grading different questions. Cheng Lingjun graded the compositions.

The exam paper had already been scanned into the machine. He turned on his computer and quickly browsed through it.

"This essay is off-topic. The topic clearly asked for a different perspective, but the essay completely ignores the idea of ​​observing the issue from one-sided perspectives."

"The argument is alright, but the supporting material feels a bit forced and unnatural. It's just average."

"This is a good article. The arguments are fresh and incorporate current online trends, but the handwriting is a bit messy."

Argumentative essays are the easiest to revise. Look at the thesis, evidence, and reasoning. Finally, take a quick look at the handwriting on the paper. If you can do these things well, getting over 50 points on a 60-point essay is not a problem.

For most students, essay writing has long become a new-age formula. They would rather write something familiar to get a basic score than try to challenge themselves and strive for a higher score.

Of course, as a Chinese language teacher, Cheng Lingjun also required his students to play it safe and that if they wanted to showcase their literary talents, they could write novels online, rather than gambling on an exam that would determine their lives.

Before we knew it, the night had deepened.

"Teacher Cheng, we're going home now. Don't stay out too late."

The other two senior high school Chinese teachers packed up and went home, while Cheng Lingjun, being single, had nothing to do back in the dormitory, so he simply continued grading papers.

At noon, Cheng Lingjun, who had been sitting for a long time, stretched and took a sip of goji berry tea.

"Go back after you finish revising the last one."

He checked the time and clicked the mouse.

"What is 'I Have Five Mothers'?"

However, upon seeing the title, Cheng Lingjun momentarily doubted whether he had revised an abstract short video script rather than an essay.

However, when he casually glanced at the neat and skillful handwriting, he found that the essay seemed to be more complicated than he thought.
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