Chapter 74

Although the subject level test wasn't that fast, basically everyone would write down the answers on scrap paper and bring them out, and each subject teacher would explain the paper and check the answers; by the next morning, basically what score they got could be estimated.

As long as you didn't remember the answers wrong, the error was very small.

So on the next morning, Zhai Da "got" his approximate score.

Biology 92, Chemistry 94...

Relatively speaking, the subject level test was simpler than the same subject in the "old regulation college entrance exam"... Looking at the whole province, A-level (above 90 points) was about 25%.

But this score was still worth being happy about, because the provincial data included countless prestigious schools and overachievers, and some top high schools had the whole grade as A, which had nothing to do with Maofang Middle School.

The proportion of A-level at Maofang Middle School didn't exceed 5%.

In short, Zhai Da got the score he had planned for a long time; as long as the estimation didn't lead him into a ditch, then according to the 08 new regulations, he would have two As.

And Lu Wei's answers were also brought to school, and he estimated them by drawing a gourd according to the ladle.

Biology 98, Chemistry 100.

You have to know that Lu Wei hadn't studied systematically for more than a year, and usually only studied math spontaneously.

And the 98 in biology was because the answers Lu Wei copied were incomplete, and Zhai Da conservatively deducted points for her steps not being written completely.

Even if the subject level test was simpler, even if Lu Wei had the cheat provided by Zhai Da.

It was still surprising enough.

Is this the happiness of the cultivation system... personally bringing out a top student?

Zhai Da selectively ignored the fact that Lu Wei was teaching him science.

The estimation ended, and his deskmate Lin Shuyao was a bit worried... her biology was only 79 points, definitely a B, but the chemistry estimation was very subtle, getting an 89... which meant it was very likely... maybe, perhaps... she could have an A.

She couldn't help but say to Zhai Da: "Zhai Da... can you help me look at this problem? Can this step get full marks?"

Zhai Da shook his head directly: "What's the use of me looking? If you're not sure, go find the teacher after class."

After the exam yesterday, the awkward atmosphere between the two eased a bit, mainly because Zhai Da figured it out and didn't want to fight with a 17-year-old girl.

Of course, this didn't mean he would have a good face.

Behind him, study committee member Chu Xiang immediately climbed up the pole: "Shuyao, let me help you look."

Lin Shuyao didn't even turn her head: "No, Zhai Da is right, it's still reliable to look at the teacher..."

On the podium, the chemistry teacher gave enough time below; even because of mutual discussion, the whole classroom was chaotic and comparable to a vegetable market, without interruption.

Until everyone gradually settled down, the chemistry teacher, who had an M-shaped hairline and was jokingly called "McDonald's" by students, smiled.

The smile was very sincere and also carried a bit of relaxation.

"Students, the subject level test is over. If you have any doubts about the estimation, you can also come to the office to find me. Regardless of the result, I hope the grades can be worthy of your three years of effort."

"In the future... I will withdraw from the historical stage. You will go all out to attack Chinese, Math, English, and Physics, which means this is your last chemistry class."

This wasn't sudden; as long as you thought about it usually, you could basically guess it.

But when hearing the teacher say this with his own ears, for no reason, many students in their hearts panicked, as if something had been drawn away...

Perhaps that was part of youth.

The chemistry teacher said: "Every last class of my students, I will give everyone a gift, and I have prepared one today. Want to see it?"

Sparse "Want~" sounded below.

"Then pull the curtains..."

A few students pulled the curtains, and the teacher asked them to turn off the lights; in the daytime, the classroom was as dim as a movie theater.

The chemistry teacher took out a few beakers from under the podium and prepared them in front of the students.

"This is my secret recipe; of course, if your foundation is strong enough, maybe you can guess what reaction it is."

Because of the dim environment, the teacher's movements were like preparing some kind of magic.

Various reagents were added to the beaker little by little, and everyone was more and more curious about what the so-called "gift" would be.

Only Zhai Da, from that distant memory, searched for the answer.

Couldn't help but curl his lips, whispering softly: "Playing with chemistry, still quite romantic..."

At that time, he was also startled...

Lin Shuyao: "What? You know, Zhai Da?"

Zhai Da didn't speak, and the chemistry teacher finished his spellcasting.

Finally, he placed a beaker of clear and transparent solution in the center of the podium and took out a lighter:

"Then... this is the last gift I give to everyone."

The lighter clicked, igniting the unknown liquid in the beaker.

First, it was a soft flame like fluorescent green, slow and lazy.

Then it surged out of the beaker, a full half-meter high... the color also became more varied and magnificent.

In the dark classroom, the white walls were stained with cyan-blue light ripples.

The chemistry teacher smiled: "I invite everyone to... watch the aurora together."

Everyone looked up, watching the ripples surging constantly... as if they were really in the Arctic Circle.

Even though he had been shocked once in his past life, Zhai Da still looked up seriously, seriously appreciating it.

Lin Shuyao murmured: "So beautiful..."

Chu Xiang was like a fool, trying to reach out and grab those light shadows.

Yang Fan looked up and glanced, the light reflecting on his glasses.

Fan Junwei smiled honestly and relievedly.

The unknown reagent burned out, and the short aurora ended completely.

"The last gift, given to everyone, I hope you can still explore the mysteries of chemistry in the future."

"Of course, I hope even more that in the future, you can personally go to the Arctic Circle, see the real aurora, and then tell the teacher what it looks like..."

The aurora was also very far away for him...

I don't know when, the class teacher Ding Rong appeared at the classroom door, but didn't interrupt, but waited for everything to end with a smile.

When the curtains were pulled open again, she walked in with a stack of things.

"Students, the next step is the real sprint. I know I've said this many times, but this time it's for real."

"However, before starting, I prepared a small sense of ritual. Have you seen that tree in the back?"

Everyone turned to look; there was a chalk-drawn big tree on the blackboard behind, but it only had branches and no leaves.

"Liu Meng drew it for everyone after the exam last night; thank her."

Applause rang out in the classroom, and Liu Meng lowered her head and didn't dare to speak.

Ding Rong gave everyone a "leaf"-shaped sticky note, and then said:

"I hope you write down the wish you most hope to achieve on this piece of paper; it can be studying, getting into a university, or even making big money, falling in love, anything!"

"Then we will stick it on the tree together."

Many people held the sticky notes and started to daze.

After a long while, they started to write one after another.

Chu Xiang glanced at Lin Shuyao's back, but hesitated for a moment, and still wrote "Good luck in the college entrance exam."

Lin Shuyao glanced at Zhai Da's side face and wrote "Get an A in chemistry."

Liu Meng held the gel pen and wrote "Grow another ten centimeters."

Fan Junwei wrote stroke by stroke: "Grandma live a long life, healthy body."

"Make big money," "Watch the Olympics," "Have a vigorous love," "Lose weight successfully," "Be a big boss"...

All kinds of wishes were written down by these 17 or 18-year-old teenagers.

Then one after another, they stuck them on the big tree in the back; gradually, it was lush with leaves.

Zhai Da pinched his "leaf," and his heart recalled the past... it seemed there was such a thing.

It's just... as an adult, he knew very well that no matter what was written, no matter how real, no matter how sincere...

Ten years later... I'm afraid it's just a fragment in memory that I dare not pick up, an awkward smile of helplessness in the night.

For example, he himself had completely forgotten what he wrote back then.

As more and more people stuck their "leaves," Lin Shuyao had already returned, and seeing Zhai Da hadn't written a word, she asked curiously: "No ideas?"

Zhai Da shook his head, planning to just not write it; anyway, this kind of boring game of teenagers wouldn't matter if he was missing.

By the time he was thirty... whatever grand wishes he made would be a fart...

Wait...

Zhai Da, who was about to throw away the leaf, suddenly froze... isn't this his former self?

Why should he still be like this?

Are realists all so gloomy?

In an instant, he thought of those idealists.

Yu Donglai, Shen Rui, grandfather...

Zhai Da thought for a long time, and finally wrote a line on the "leaf."

Then he got up, and under everyone's gaze, came to the tree that was already "lush with leaves."

"Borrow the desk."

Fan Junwei gave up the position.

In everyone's eyes, Zhai Da stood directly on the desk and stuck his leaf on top of everyone else's.

At the very top of that big tree.

Since they were all making wishes.

Why not be exaggerated.

Being arrogant doesn't break the law!

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"First rich, common prosperity"