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Chapter 54

The next generation is to be feared

When winter comes, the weather gets colder and colder day by day.

Obviously, various weather forecasts predict another warm winter this year, but it is so cold that entering the classroom feels like entering an ice cellar. Even the windows are frozen tightly. If you want to open them, you have to pour hot water on them.

Mu Qingyun was standing on the playground. He had just finished running and was now leading the class to do morning exercises slowly.

The national flag was fluttering on the flagpole, and the students practiced the Five Animals play in a very orderly manner.

Recently, teachers have been keeping an eye on students' exercise, much more closely than in the past few months. It is said that this is because last month in the No. 1 Middle School next door, one-third of the students in a class were infected by the flu, and half of them could not even continue to attend class despite being sick.

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The No. 13 Middle School also had a great sense of crisis because of this. The teachers believed that this was because the No. 1 Middle School was perfunctory about morning exercises and did not pay enough attention to physical education classes, resulting in a group of students who were weak.

As a result, the students of No. 13 Middle School were so unlucky that they had to perform sports under the stars.

People like Wang Mengmeng, who find excuses to be lazy and avoid morning training half the month, never escape.

Needless to say, after practicing like this for half a month, everyone is really practicing well and their physical fitness has indeed improved.

It's a pity that none of the students appreciated it. They kept talking about it while doing exercises, and they were very resentful.

Not to mention the top scorer in the college entrance examination.

Now all the old guys in her project team have read it and think that the views raised by this person may need to be included in a big dictionary.

"Maybe Gao Xiaowei can be recommended to Yanzhou University!"

The test papers that Teacher Zhang and other teachers had just borrowed from No. 1 Middle School were freshly baked and so hot that they were hot to the touch.

Now in politics, the highest she can get is 95, and the lowest she can get is over 80.

While walking, Qiao Wenshu was still thinking about this coincidence.

"Tsk!"

After practicing only this set of boxing for forty-six years, even if it was just a show, he had developed his vision.

"The one who silenced Lao Xiao, Lao Gao and others in the ginseng business?"

Even if it is not included in the "Big Dictionary" for the time being, it should still be taken seriously.

Generally speaking, she has been able to score more than 700 points in subjects such as Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, chemistry, and politics relatively stably.

It’s really no wonder that schools basically have exams every now and then. Students who don’t study for a period of time and don’t take exams suddenly become bad at it. It’s really obvious.

Qiao Wenshu smiled.

"That kid's name is Gao Xiaowei, right? I'll go and see him when he's answering his questions."

"I heard that Gao Xiaowei has done something big again. Something he wrote attracted the attention of the editorial team. This time it was real. The principal was alarmed and several professors came from Yanzhou."

Several teachers agreed one after another.

Everyone wants to make it as complete as possible.

It was only after detailed questioning that everyone found out that he was still a high school student, and also a student of Taoshi No. 13 Middle School. He was in the same school as the little genius she knew.

Within a few words, all the students on the playground over there had already returned to the classroom in groups, and Qiao Wenshu and He Zhou continued walking.

Hezhou was stunned, then laughed, "I see that Lao Zhang's No. 13 Middle School will become famous all over the country sooner or later. He doesn't have to cry every day, saying that the school is not running well and he is sorry for the country and the students."

It is indeed difficult to get full marks in liberal arts. For those essay questions, even if all the scoring points are answered correctly, unless you write according to the standard answers, the teacher who corrects the paper will be able to find points that can be deducted.

Wang Mengmeng was holding a hot water bottle and carefully watering the window next to her. While watering, she poked her head out and looked out: "Several professors came today, saying they were from the editorial team and went to Class 5 to see Gao Xiaowei."

"A high school produces two top-notch historical talents, and they are both freshmen in high school. They are just a little bit older. With this achievement, someone will remember Lao Zhang's name hundreds of years from now."

"The next life is to be feared."

But this is far from enough. With the current situation of the college entrance examination, her score cannot guarantee that she will be admitted to Yanzhou University and other top universities.

Mu Qingyun puffed up his face and continued to answer questions.

Mu Qingyun basically completed a set of simulation questions in three days.

Qiao Wenshu smiled and said: "She is what I said, Mu Qingyun, classmate Mu."

"I want to talk to Gao about the recommendation before the news spreads. As long as his grades can pass the line and his in-depth study of history, he can be admitted to our History Department of Yanzhou University without taking the exam."

Qiao Wenshu paused in her steps.

Mu Qingyun felt the warm air flow slowly from his Dantian to his limbs, and a slight warmth emanated from his body.

Several old teachers at the south gate guarded two old professors, a man and a woman, wearing coats and covering their faces, as they walked slowly across the playground.

Qiao Wenshu couldn't help but applaud after seeing it.

In view of the fact that classmate Gao has caused several own incidents, Wang Mengmeng doesn't like to gossip about him recently.

The teachers over there were laughing and joking easily.

Hezhou also laughed: "Aren't you going to take your grandson to the museum?"

A set of five-animal play makes the distance so comfortable that all the noise and turmoil around it disappears.

If Mu Qingyun hadn't already appeared, and many of her old friends had seen it, I'm afraid everyone would have regarded this matter as a joke as soon as they heard Xiao Hongbiao speak.

Of course, if it is to be written into a big dictionary, it will definitely have to go through several rounds of argumentation, and the author will also have to accept inquiries and responses. If it passes, the author may be able to participate in the compilation of historical materials.

Not to mention, even if she has learned to this point, answering questions is still a very useful method.

Her old partner He Zhou wiped his glasses and said with a smile: "How old is this kid? She is much better at Wuqinxi than us old guys."

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows and paused his writing.

"In other high schools, people do gymnastics. That's because they have a boarding school, so it's not difficult to get up early. But No. 13 Middle School is a day student, so it's a waste of time to do gymnastics."

Some time ago, one of her students, Hong Biao, unexpectedly discovered that someone had made new speculations about the particularly vague history of the Three Kings Rebellion in the last years of Beixu, and the speculations were quite reasonable. Many of the new views he put forward seemed to be supported by historical data.

He was so shocked that he passed it on to Qiao Wenshu.

The more you study the questions, the more skillful you will be in applying the knowledge points and you will be able to maintain your hand feel.

Mu Qingyun laughed. It didn't matter to her. Anyway, the amount of exercise every day was stipulated. If you block some of it with morning exercises, you would have more free time after school.

"Huh?"

Qiao Wenshu didn't smile, she just raised her eyebrows and thought to herself: This is a bit of a coincidence.

Here Mu Qingyun is taking advantage of the time before self-study in the morning to do the college entrance examination simulation question 3.

Both of them are members of the editorial team of the "Historical Dictionary". This project was started by the state ten years ago and launched two years ago. It is edited by Professor Nasun, a professor of history. The editorial team includes the top historical experts in the country.

The year before last, there was a top pick who was so good that he didn't deduct a single point in the college entrance examination.

However, she got perfect marks several times in mathematics and physics.

The top scorer in last year's college entrance examination scored 740, a bare score.

Hezhou himself is very good at Wu Qin Xi. He practiced it every day since he was twenty years old and he is now sixty-six years old.

But this time it should be confirmed.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but smile, unless Gao Xiaowei, like her, received inheritance from the previous life and had this 'God rewards hard work' system, otherwise, this certainly cannot be true.

Even Mu Qingyun knows after these days of testing the method of refining fake fragrance into real fragrance that in order for it to work, it must conform to objective reality. It is just a dream to turn an 'idiot' into a 'genius' in an instant.

Gao Xiaowei is not a genius, he is just a middle-aged person. If he wants to learn it, he can only grind it slowly with hard work. That kind of enlightenment overnight can only happen in the world of cultivating immortals.
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