Principal Jia has never cared about mock exam results in previous years as he has this year.

The school is like this school, and the soil is like this. You will get melons and grow beans. There will be no unexpected surprises or differences, just follow the circumstances.

But this year is different.

Principal Jia stayed in the senior high school liberal arts office. Although he did not urge him, all the teachers were using the fastest speed to judge the papers.

In Principal Jia's hand was Lin Yi's test paper.

Compared to the last mock exam, Lin Yi's answers this time have become more accurate.

For questions that require text answers, there are almost only necessary answer points and conjunctions. Compared with standard answers, there is almost only the order difference.

"It's so amazing..." Principal Jia sighed.

He has not seen students with good grades, but none of the good students he has met can do this.

Most of them list all the answer points they can think of in the answers and write as much as possible, so that even if some of them have a wrong answer, there will be some correct parts.

"Principal, the test papers have been completed." said the academic year director with a little gray temple.

"Have you improved your grades?" asked Principal Jia.

"It's improved compared to the last mock exam, but..."

"I know that the two simulation tests are different in difficulty and have no horizontal comparison value. I will give me the top ten scores, median and average scores of each subject, and I will make a few calls."

Principal Jia took the paper full of data and returned to his office, picked up the desk phone on his desk, and called several schools with good relationships.

"Old Zhang, it's a happy Chinese New Year. I have a question to ask, what are the simulation results of our senior high school liberal arts in this high school? Oh oh! That's it! I understand! Let's drink together in a few days!"

The pen in Principal Jia kept putting it on paper. After making a few phone calls, he came to a conclusion: the grades in the liberal arts of senior high school, whether in the first tier, the average score, or the median, have improved compared to the friendly schools.

However, the teaching arrangements for liberal arts in senior high school have basically not changed. The only thing that can be considered to be changed is the secret book set made by Lin Yi.

Could it be...that set of papers is really useful?

Principal Jia put on his clothes and returned home in the snow, "Damn, where are the gifts he gave to our family?"

Principal Jia picked two boxes of fruit from it, picked it up and turned around and was about to go out.

I thought my husband had changed his sexuality, and the principal's wife, who knew that she had given gifts to her leader, asked with the door frame, "Don't you bring two bottles of Moutai?"

"I went to the student's home to visit. What's the matter with Moutai?" Principal Jia whispered and went downstairs.

The principal's wife held the window and looked at the white snow downstairs, and pulled out a series of footprints. After thinking for a long time, she couldn't figure out the New Year's Day. The principal went to greet the students? It was so strange.

Forget it, I'd better cook with peace of mind.

Principal Jia carried two boxes of fruit and called a donkey on the street to ride backwards.

Since Lin Yi got the score, he has memorized Lin Yi's personal information.

The tricycle was crushed on the snow, screaming "crunching".

Principal Jia jumped off the tricycle, carried two boxes of fruit, entered the shanty town, and knocked on the door of Lin Yi's family.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

...

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

‘No one?’

Principal Jia stood at the door and knocked for a long time, with white frost on his eyebrows.

The door next door suddenly opened, "Don't knock, Lao Lin and his family have gone back to their hometown for the New Year."

"I'm sorry, where is their hometown?" Principal Jia asked in a bit of a genius.

The person next door saw that he didn't look like a bad person, "his hometown should be Hongqi Village."

"Is that Hongqi Village next to Erdao?"

"right!"

"Thank you!" Principal Jia thanked.

Lin Hongqi's neighbor, looking at Principal Jia who had left with two boxes of fruit, was also amazed, "Is there anyone who actually gives gifts to the Old Lin family?"

...

Lin Yi had a holiday yesterday, and today their family got up early to take the bus early today.

The buses in this era are not only small in number but crowded, but the most important thing is that these cars are older than Lin Yi and can even catch up with Lin Hongqi's age.

Such an antique, a small passenger car carrying twenty or thirty people, will have to be at least sixty or seventy people per trip during the Chinese New Year.

Lin Yi sat in his seat, looking out the window with a calm expression through the thin ice in the window, but in fact he was holding the handle on the backrest of the front seat, for fear that this ancestral car would accidentally cross the ground on this snowy and slippery road surface and turn into a salted fish.

Lin Ranran beside him was nervous but not nervous.

But the scattered body, coupled with the smell of gasoline, mixed with the compound strange smell, made her a little motion sickness.

"Take two motion sickness medicines." Lin's mother unscrewed the kettle and handed Lin Ranran two pills.

The family was tortured and finally arrived at the intersection of Hongqi Village.

Lin Yi got off the nightmare car and took a breath.

He finally understood why we should vigorously develop the automobile industry!

Nothing else, just to be able to get from one place to another comfortably.

Lin Hongqi took out the prepared New Year's goods from the suitcase.

Lin Yi also carried a bag and walked towards the village.

As soon as I walked to the entrance of the village, I saw a group of children wearing dirty cotton jackets, snot, red faces, and red hands playing with little firecrackers.

The houses on the roadside, whether they are mud, thatched houses or brick houses, are rich smoke rising from the chimneys.

"Is this... the atmosphere of the New Year?" Lin Yi felt that all this was novel. As a homeless worker, his only feeling about the New Year was that he was the only one left on the street in the company.

He felt like a lonely ghost wandering around the world. He didn't know how long it had been, but he hadn't experienced the taste of the New Year.

Lin Hongqi carried the things and led the family into a courtyard.

"The third brother is back!" As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw the door of the house push open, and a woman with a big waist shouted.

"Happy New Year, sister-in-law!" Lin Hongqi said to the door that was spitting white breath.

"Happy New Year, happy New Year." My sister-in-law's voice was enthusiastic, but she immediately took what Lin Hongqi was carrying.

Lin Yi also handed the bag to his uncle's wife and went into the inner room. There were a group of children sitting on the north kang and two kang tables on the south kang. The middle-aged and elderly people next to the kang table had cigarettes in their mouths and mahjong in their hands.

"Last brother, you're back! Come on! Play mahjong together! The old rules! Let's give you a point, and you give you a penny."
Chapter completed!