Returning to the dormitory in the evening, Su Mian entered the space as soon as the light was turned off. There was no moon outside today, and the dormitory was black. He really couldn't see his fingers.
In addition, just after the monthly exam, everyone has the sequelae of brain excess. The girls in the dormitory didn't talk at night tonight.
Wen Wen is still the same, an old monk in peace. He puffs eggs on his head, surrounded by big flowers and small flowers.
Su Mian didn't care about them. She practiced catching hands several times until her body was sweating a little. She did several daily tasks and her physical strength value recovered 2. Therefore, it's definitely a long process for her to rise to 100.
After practicing her body, Su Mian went to the library on the second floor. According to some symptoms provided by President Li, Su Mian read some materials, but she didn't have a clue.
In the next two days, the students were anxiously waiting for the scores, and many teachers took the papers to the class for review when they studied by themselves in the evening.
The students were so excited that they wanted the teacher to tell them who got how many points in public and let them listen.
There has been such a situation before. When algebra teacher Wang Yuzhu judged the paper, one didn't hold back and reported the score of a classmate, but it was Li Yajun's, and the algebra score was full.
That night, self-study was the class of English teacher Zhang Haiying. She also came with the paper. The students had self-study. She had nothing to do and just judged the paper.
The students pulled their necks and looked at the podium from time to time. In fact, they all wanted to know whether their scores came out.
In this era, there is no later answer card that can be painted with a pencil. The teacher answers one by one. That's why Zhang Haiying was a little dizzy when she twisted her neck. If she wasn't careful, she looked at the serial, more than 100 multiple-choice questions. It looked really troublesome.
"Teacher, if we don't help you, we will never use public affairs for personal gain." the naughty boy had already seen that Zhang Haiying was close to the edge of collapse and had the courage to go to the podium.
"No!" Zhang Hai's English is a little cold. These boys don't have a good class at ordinary times. She can't rest assured if she gives it to them.
In fact, some teachers used to find several good students in the class to help judge the papers, so the workload can be reduced a lot. Moreover, the students are young and their eyes react faster than the teachers in all aspects.
But there was a problem last year. A student secretly added 20 points to himself when he saw his paper. Later, he was reported, so president sun banned students from marking papers.
Several boys didn't feel ashamed, just smiled awkwardly and touched the back of their head, "teacher, you see you're still serious, I'll talk about it casually."
Hehe, the whole class laughed loudly. Everyone could see that they wanted to help the English teacher judge the paper.
Only a dozen people were sentenced in a class. Zhang Haiying shook her head from side to side and blinked hard. She was almost dazzled several times. She knew that the more time came, the less she could worry, and the more anxious she was, the more mistakes she made.
However, it would be great if there was a way to solve this kind of English problem once and for all.
Su Mian's eyes lit up and stood up. "Teacher, I have a way to score quickly."
That's what Su Mian said. If it were the boys just now, the students wouldn't have laughed at it.
Zhang Haiying looked up and saw that Su Mian was talking. She also stopped her movements. "Su Mian, what can you do?" Zhang Haiying was really tormented by the marking of the paper.