After finishing the Chinese and Mathematics tests in the morning, Chen Zhu felt that he was doing pretty well, especially in Chinese. If nothing else, he might become a blockbuster.

In the afternoon, the first subject is physics.

Compared with the mathematics exam, where some people were happy and others were worried, the physics exam was basically filled with grief after handing in the paper. Even Chen Zhu felt that the physics paper was very difficult.

But this is really to adapt to the difficulty of the college entrance examination. If I remember correctly, the physics in the 2007 Guangdong College Entrance Examination was hell mode.

It's a pity that after so many years, Chen Zhu doesn't remember the content of the test questions at all, and it's impossible to find them online. Otherwise, if he does some targeted review, he might be able to save the top spot.

As expected, Wang Changhua came over again to check the answer.

After answering several questions correctly this time, Wang Changhua became less and less confident. He hammered his head hard and cursed: "Damn it! I don't know what's going on. When I was doing the physics paper, I kept singing in my head.

I knew I was going to die this time!"

Chen Zhu almost didn't laugh out loud. This kind of situation will happen to him, that is, a song will automatically play in his head during the exam.

And the more you want it to stop, the happier it sings.

In addition to Wang Changhua, other students also asked Chen Zhu for answers. This time, even the masters in the first examination room did not put on airs and discussed physics questions with Chen Zhu with scratch paper.

Although class teacher Yin Yanqiu often emphasizes "taking one subject at a time", can these high school students really be expected to control their anxiety?

Chen Zhu was surrounded by everyone, just like a small vendor selling candied haws, surrounded by children waiting to get the candied haws.

At this time, a figure appeared in the corner of his eye, tall and with a cold face.

Song Shiwei.

She walked out of the first examination room next door, probably because she wanted to breathe fresh air and face the next English subject.

Song Shiwei probably didn't have many friends in the first examination room, or because of her personality, she had very few friends in school. She stood alone in the corridor, looking into the distance, not knowing where she landed.

A gust of wind blew through the hall, blowing her hair at the temples tightly against her face.

Song Shiwei stretched out his green-like fingers to tidy up, but as soon as this side was tidied up, the other side was blown up again, and the hair was tangled like catkins, but it had a messy beauty.

Maybe it's because of her beauty.

The group of boys who had been gathered around Chen Zhu in a lively manner just now suddenly stopped making noise in a tacit understanding. Each one of them turned into a gentle gentleman, and their voices became softer.

"No matter how old they are, men will always subconsciously pretend to be beautiful when they see them."

Chen Zhu smiled inwardly.

He didn't blush and be at a loss as before when he saw a female classmate. Instead, he nodded gracefully to Song Shiwei.

Song Shi was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting Chen Zhu to take the initiative to say hello, but thinking that Chen Zhu had offended Li Jianming for himself yesterday, he nodded lightly in response.

Her eyes were as clear and bright as crystal-clear glass lamps. The moment their eyes met, Chen Chen was a little distracted.

The second course in the afternoon is English.

This is one of Chen Zhu's weaknesses. If you can't answer the question or you can't, if you really don't understand the question, you can just choose the answer that's most pleasing to your eyes based on your sense of language.

Just like the Chinese language exam, after handing in the papers, the students hardly discussed the test questions except for complaining about their poor listening skills.

After all, compared to the simple and clear answers in mathematics and physics, you can't recite the English composition again.

There is one chemistry course left tomorrow, but because it is the last one, no matter whether the results of today's exam go well or not, everyone finally feels a little more relaxed.

During evening self-study, the chemical symbols for "sulfur dioxide and ferric oxide" were occasionally mixed with whispers and chatter.

There is no teacher to supervise the evening self-study, so they have to correct the test papers all night tonight, trying to publish the results on Monday or even tomorrow night.

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The next morning, the last chemistry exam.

This subject is different from physics and mathematics. In addition to requiring understanding and calculation skills, it also includes certain memorization and memory knowledge.

This means that even if you don't know the last few complex questions, as long as you read more books, you can still get some basic points.

Therefore, for the top students, the score difference in chemistry is generally not large, and they basically have a score of more than 120 points.

After handing in the paper, there was a half-day holiday, but in the evening I had to go back to school for self-study. When Chen Zhu went home for lunch, he finally met his father, Chen Peisong.

"Hey, our future college student is back!"

As soon as Chen Zhu stepped into the house, Lao Chen, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa, stood up with a smile.

Chen Peisong is 43 years old and the deputy director of the grassroots sub-district office.

This job is actually not easy. Almost everything in the jurisdiction can be pushed to him in the end, so Lao Chen's work is complicated and busy, and he also has a lot of social activities.

Her swollen belly seemed to be covered with a swimming ring, and she had long lost the upright appearance she had when she was young.

Of course, because he has to deal with various complicated matters at the grassroots level every day, Director Chen has been honed to be very wise and far-sighted.

When Chen Zhu was working to help the poor, he would call his father to get his opinion when faced with some difficult problems.

"Dad~"

Chen Zhu was actually very excited when he saw his father for the first time after his rebirth, but he didn't show it. He gave a calm call as usual, sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Chen Zhu and Chen Peisong, father and son, have two completely different personalities. Chen Zhu is dull and reserved, while Lao Chen is humorous and interesting.

Chen Peisong looked at his son for a few times, then suddenly said "Huh", and then came to the kitchen and said to his wife Mao Xiaoqin: "Why haven't we seen him for two or three days? Chen Zhu seems to be a different person."

Mao Xiaoqin, who was cooking, was confused at first, but then she came to her senses: "My son has had his hair cut, and I was a little uncomfortable with it at first glance, but after looking at it for a long time, I thought it was okay. He is more handsome than before."

"Yeah?"

Chen Peisong feels that this change is not entirely due to a change in image, but he really cannot give a specific reason.

After all, Director Chen has been rooted in the grassroots for many years. He has seen so many different people and things, and he can feel the difference in Chen Chen to some extent.

But it was indeed his son's fault, and in the end he could only blame his hair.

"How can I cut my son's hair? He looks so young yet still feels older."

Old Chen muttered silently.

During lunch, the family of three chatted about their home affairs again. Chen Peisong felt relieved when he saw that although Chen Zhu still didn't talk much, his conversation was clear and organized.

He was most worried about something happening to Chen Zhu at school, and because of his son's dull personality, he was unwilling to tell his parents.

No matter how chatting with the families of high school senior candidates, the topic will eventually come back to study. Mao Xiaoqin gave Chen Zhu a piece of chicken leg and asked with some expectation: "Yimou is finally over, what do you think of Chen Zhu?"

"Hello!"

Chen Peisong waved his hand and interrupted his wife's inquiry: "The exam is over, what are you asking about?"

Ms. Mao glared at her husband: "I feel nervous if I don't ask. After all, I can't be like some people who are so busy that they don't even take care of their families. That means my son never lets us worry about him, otherwise I will have to fight with you!"

Chen Peisong knew that he felt guilty about his family. Thanks to his wife's efforts over the years, whenever Mao Xiaoqin frowned, he would smile "ho ho ho" and wait patiently for his wife to calm down.

This is the daily life of Lao Chen and Ms. Mao, and it will be like this for many years to come.

Looking at his parents who were very affectionate, Chen Zhu was in a good mood, but he still kept a steady hand and said, "It should be about the same as usual."

After Mao Xiaoqin heard this, she and her husband looked at each other, and both of them felt relieved.

If it is about the same as usual, it means that between 610 and 620, according to the score line in previous years, Hua Gong should be fine.

"Hua Gong is on Guangdong Ken Road. My family needed to take two buses..."

Mao Xiaoqin is already planning the bus route when she goes to visit Chen Zhu after she goes to college.

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After lunch, Chen Zhu took a nap at home and then found Huang Baihan to go back to school for evening self-study.

Dahuang is much duller than usual. He is obviously worried about his test results. There is also no teacher coming to sit in the evening self-study class today, not even one to patrol.

They are either correcting the test papers, or they are correcting the test papers and ranking them. At this time, even the top students in the experimental class are absent-minded in reading.

Whenever the "click-click-click" sound of high-heeled shoes sounded in the empty corridor, everyone would raise their heads nervously, thinking that it was the head teacher Yin Yanqiu coming to hand out test papers.

If they find that it is not the class teacher, the facial expressions of the students will obviously relax.

Just like this, during the evening self-study in the second quarter, the sound of "ta-ta-ta-ta" high heels sounded again, and everyone subconsciously raised their heads again.

Wearing a small gray suit and thick gold-rimmed glasses, this time it was really Yin Yanqiu, the head teacher!

Moreover, she was holding several thick piles of test papers in her hands!

Are the results really going to be out tonight?

There were gasps and gasps in the classroom.

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(Chen Zhu asks for votes and support in pursuing his studies, thank you!)
Chapter completed!