Vol 3 Chapter 463: Behind every endless talk is suffering

The tour guide robot adjusted from the crash continues to introduce. There are close to 6,000 students in Ninghu Junior High School. There are about 2,000 students in each of the three grades. There are 40 classes in the first grade, with about 60 students in each class. Two classes are missing in the second grade, with almost 50 students in each class, and three classes in the third grade, with almost 45 students in each class.
　　 Where did those classes and the number of people go? The answer is to be rejected.
　　 Studying in Ninghu Junior High School is not all geniuses. Among dozens of classes in each grade, there are only two to four top class classes. The rest are dozens of elite classes, and then ordinary classes.
　　 As long as the final exam is at the end of the grade, no matter which class it is in, students will be asked to withdraw.
　　The staff in each class is mobile. After passing the monthly ranking, those with outstanding scores will go to good classes, and those with poor scores will go to ordinary classes.
　　Ninghu's warm and affectionate appearance is an undisguised cruel criterion.
　　 Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli didn't feel much about this. After all, according to the student number and class sorting rules revealed by the tour guide robot, they actually ranked first and eleventh respectively among the freshmen of this year.
There are four subjects in the junior high school exam, Chinese, mathematics, science, foreign language (English and third language, two sets of papers are tested together, the score is 6 to 4), all of which have a full score of 400, and Lu Zhengkang took the test of 399. , That half is deducted in the Chinese composition, it is estimated that the teacher is embarrassed to give full marks, the Chinese exam is like this, if you really want full marks, there is a shady suspicion. Su Xiangli scored 382 points in the test, and points were deducted for Chinese and mathematics. This time, the foreign language was not clumsy, but it was also full score-there is really you Su Xiangli.
The construction of Ninghu Middle School is a bit too good. The robot led the two children around for an hour and a half. Only then did they see the teaching building on the first day of the junior high school. There are also two canteens and an administrative building in the student apartment. Used on the road.
　　 The robot said that morning exercise means getting up at around six o'clock, running from the dormitory to the cafeteria, and walking to the teaching building after eating, which is about six to fifty, and starting self-study early.
　　 absolutely.
The span between elementary school and junior high school is a bit too large. In addition to the space gap, there is also that kind of atmosphere-students in the second and third grades of junior high school are now in school: the nominal holiday activities are actually make-up classes, and the school starts early-everyone The journey was so hurried that Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli were a little confused.
　　 High-pressure youth is indeed about to begin.
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　　 Today is Thursday, September 1, 2089, the first day of school officially.
　　 Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli were led by the tour guide robot to the auditorium where the opening ceremony was held. Everyone sits in groups in order. Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiang are not close to the school number, so they are separated. The one sitting on the left of Lu Zhengkang is the 15th of the second class, and the one sitting on his right is the second of the same class. They are all boys, the one in class two is quieter, and the one in the same class is a little boy with a broken mouth.
　　 In the auditorium’s terrace seats, a circle of school leaders sits in the front, behind them are the head teachers of each class, and then the class teachers, and the students are at the back.
The principal whose surname was Ge, who was the first to speak on stage, was a man in his forties, but he looked like he was in his sixties. He spoke softly, and some women talked endlessly once they started, but his words are very interesting. It is easy to come by, and an average of three sentences contains one sentence of chicken soup. There is an illusion of reading storytelling or hundreds of forums. In short, the principal is a language artist with explosive speech effects. Everyone sent him off the stage with applause.
　　The babbling adults don’t want to listen to more nonsense. The students in the audience are basically talking in low voices, squatting, and more than two thousand people talking together. That is to say, the school’s sound system is good and can cover the noise, otherwise it is no different from the vegetable market.
The head teacher presided over the ceremony with a dark face and repeated emphasis on silence. The head teachers in the front row stood up, turned and yelled to be quiet. Lu Zhengkang saw his head teacher, a middle-aged woman with a dark red face and thin lips. , The statute lines are deep, and the exaggerated waves are hot, as if there is a hairy rock sheep lying on its head. Its voice is bright, deep and broad, louder than the thin man next to it.
　　 "No class is allowed to speak! Whoever allows me to see the talking will stand up in class in the afternoon!"
　　Lu Zhengkang's broken mouth on the right hand wanted to mutter a few words, but when the head teacher glared at him, he immediately retracted into the chair and stopped talking.
　　 After being taught a lesson, the students stopped crying like frozen silly chickens.
Lu Zhengkang quietly moved his buttocks forward, and then looked to the right. The little kids are basically leaning on the back of the chair. Their eyes are blank or they are looking around, just like watching a stone lion on the railing of a stone arch bridge. , Come alive-nonsense, they are all alive.
Next to him is a little lion with a tender face, and the third is a girl, very upright, suitable for the cadre on duty, the fourth man, the nerd, the fifth man, a handsome guy, and a sleepy guy. The appearance of No.6, No.7, No.8...No.10, is a boy. The back of his head is directed at Lu Zhengkang, and he is also looking at the one on the right-Su Xiangli.
　　Lu Zheng Kang silently lay back on the backrest.
The school leaders on the stage are talking a lot of irritating bullshit, no, no, this is too rude. It should be said that it is representative empty talk under formalism. Compared with the principal, this person is a puppet who speaks. , Plugged in a tape recorder, playing the kind of old disk with decades of history.
In fact, the principal is just one...Lu Zhengkang's left hand was placed against his face, his right index finger kept tapping on the armrest, dad da da da, the plastic armrest collided with the substance, making a hollow, crisp sound, and the words beside him were utterly utterly Stopped again, Lu Zhengkang noticed that he had aroused the other party's desire to vomit, immediately stopped, smiled at him, and immediately turned his head away, lest No. 2 could not suppress the nonsense of rushing to his teeth.
　　What's the origin of that kid on the tenth?
There are three key junior high schools in the southeastern province. Lu Zhengkang is the first in the province for the junior high school exam. On the tenth, the grandson should be the tenth. Su Xiangli is the 83rd in the province. So, on the tenth. That turtle sun is also a younger brother.
　　 Lu Zhengkang was full of random thoughts. He patted his head to break up the boring thoughts, and tried to listen to the speech of the person on the stage. One second, two seconds, failed.
A troublesome day, when I got up in the morning, Sun Ying grabbed the last shrimp dumpling~EbookFREE.me~ The shrimp dumpling originally belonged to Lu Zhengkang, but since it is my own sister, it is considered fat and water not to flow to outsiders. field. And the head teacher, at first glance, is a mean and vicious menopausal woman, I hope not to be an overly harsh guy...
　　Lu Zhengkang moved forward again, and looked to the right again. The back of No.10's head was still pointing at him, and this kid was a bit strong, completely blocking Su Xiangli, are they enjoying each other now? Su Xiangli will definitely make everyone who chats with her feel like spring breeze...
　　 No, she and her parents will definitely not...
　　 Xiaolu-classmate lay back on the back again.
　　What is the name of the man on the tenth? You are still chattering after you say no to talk.
　　 The speech recorder on the stage continued to talk nonsense, like a mental torture that will not end. In Lu Zhengkang's ears, it is completely electric noise.
　　 The third time, he leaned out.
　　 Number two, number three, number four... Number ten turned around. She was a soft boy with a bronze skin. On number eleven, she also leaned out and turned her head over.
　　 His eyes met inadvertently, Lu Zhengkang made a face and lay back quickly.
　　 It's all right, the ceremony will end soon, the first lesson of school is waiting for me.
　　 can't help complaining, but a smile creeps up on his cheeks.
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