Chapter 71 - Chapter 71: 029 you call this ordinary?_3

Chapter 71: 029 you call this ordinary?_3

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Pu Xiaohan returned to the classroom, and everyone instantly gathered around her.

To avoid making Bai Lian nervous, the cultural committee member didn’t follow her.

“How was the rehearsal?” she asked anxiously.

Pu Xiaohan took out a book and then slammed her fist down on the desk, “Damn! There’s no recording! All I can say is… it was your loss for not seeing it.”

“You have to see it live with your own eyes to know what a real shock is.”

Following the last director, Pu Xiaohan was once again metaphorically ‘choked’ by someone.

She would have been fine had she not spoken, but her words practically made everyone else want to smack her.

“Is what you’re holding the standard answer?” After the teasing, the cultural committee member sighed with relief, looking at the Chinese answer card Pu Xiaohan was holding up for imitation.

The neat handwriting on it really did look like the standard answer.

“This,” Pu Xiaohan unfolded Bai Lian’s Chinese answer card, “is Bai Lian’s answer card that I’m imitating.”

“Wait,” the cultural committee member pointed in disbelief at the poetry fill-in-the-blank, “she could write the answer even for the elective extracurricular reading?”

Pu Xiaohan had previously only focused on Bai Lian’s essay and hadn’t noticed that her score up front in the basics was a perfect 90.

Hearing this, she subconsciously looked down.

This time, there was a particularly obscure question in the Chinese poetry fill-in-the-blank section.

[16. In Bai Xiangjun’s “Military Expedition” (Part Two), the phrases “——, ——” express her boundlessly gallant and heroic ambitions and also evoke various interpretations by later generations of readers.]

This poem hadn’t been covered by Lu Lingxi yet, and they hadn’t studied it in class either.

But there it was, written neatly on Bai Lian’s answer card—

“Mounting the war chariot, I weep blood upon the blade; with a jug of wine, I clasp the moon and soar to the heavens.”

Pu Xiaohan subconsciously looked back at Bai Lian, who was lowering her gaze and seriously solving an ellipse problem.

So she struggled to explain on behalf of Bai Lian, “Bai was previously in the arts stream, so she might have studied something different from us… I guess.”

Pu Xiaohan almost guiltily added the word “I guess.”

People from Xiangcheng cherish Bai Xiangjun’s poetry, and virtually every exam at Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School features her verses, so even students like Zhang Shize who coast through their days wouldn’t get them wrong.

But the line used today was, indeed, much more obscure than her usual ones.

If Bai Lian could produce that answer, it was truly bizarre.

The last week at the training class.

Most students acknowledge that 90% of the two spots will go to Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu.

But they haven’t given up and are studying seriously.

The class monitor of Class Eight distributed today’s papers, eventually fixing his gaze on Tang Ming, “Starting today, the difficulty level of the problems will spike again. Each one of you has a chance, so I hope no one gives up.”

Tang Ming, like Ning Xiao and Bai Lian, did not start on the problems immediately. Ning Xiao, without any pretense, took out a Jiangjing University physics book and casually flipped through it.

He asked Tang Ming, “When are you going to start studying it?”

Tang Ming, looking back through previous analyses, didn’t look up, “Let’s see, I don’t have time right now.”

After the class monitor of Class Eight left.

Most students couldn’t help but look over at them, especially after Tang Ming’s comment.

Those familiar with Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu shifted the topic and asked Ren Wanxuan, “Don’t both of you have like over 290 in comprehensive science?”

“Yeah, this set of questions wasn’t too difficult,” Ren Wanxuan shifted her gaze away.

“That’s impressive,” the other person sighed, “I got 277, and only 104 in physics. Several questions were much like the training materials, but I didn’t get them right.”

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu were used to the attention and praise from others and didn’t mind it.

While they were talking, suddenly someone looked towards Bai Lian, “Hey, how do you think the new student did on the exam?”

Once this was mentioned, everyone was curious.

Bai Lian, after all, had been singled out by the principal.

Forbidding her from studying arts.

“She must have done well, don’t you remember she was specially admitted?” someone mysteriously chimed in, “And I saw on the forums that the new student’s performance was stunning.”

“Really?”

Everyone around was discussing Bai Lian.

Ren Wanxuan looked down and slowly packed her things, her expression one of cold irony.

A performance piece?

What speciality?

Just a pretty face to look at, I suppose.

“Ning Xiao got 296 in comprehensive science,” since they had encountered these types of physics questions in the training class; the difference lay only in chemistry and biology. Chen Zhu was also curious about the new student’s score, “Wonder what Bai Lian got.”

Chen Zhu had a 297 in comprehensive science this time; Ren Wanxuan scored exactly 290.

Ren Wanxuan hastily zipped up her bag, glanced at them, and said casually, “Talking about the new student? Her comprehensive science score is 110, with a total of 450.”