Rebirth 20 Years Before His

Chapter 12: Difficulty even breathing

　　After initial self-study, the exam bell rings, and the supervisor goes into the classroom with the exam paper.

　　The first thing Corey couldn't do was speak the language.

　　After the exam rules are read out, remove the sealed exam paper bags and have the students pass the exam papers in order from front to back.

　　After getting the exam paper, Shen Chen sat down, filled in his supervisor's name first, and then started answering questions.

　　Although Rebirth had almost forgotten most of the knowledge, its language could hardly be confounded.

　　First, the language was good when he read, and second, as a mother tongue, the experience of living for more than ten years was still there, and his knowledge reserves were quite rich. the intention of the person asking can also provide a decent answer.

　　About an hour later, Shen Chen did everything he could do in front of him, and with the mentality that he would never let go of a wrong answer, he also filled in some questions that he could not understand, and never left the question blank in the slightest.

　　What if the teacher gave some sympathy points for the sake of his hard work?

　　Testing is like this, but you can't just give up if you have hope.

　　The rest, small goblins, composition, are left to be liked.

　　The topic of this exam essay is "Pressure ____". The horizontal section is left for the student to fill on his own. Except poetry, subject matter is unrestricted.

　　Shen Chen pondered.

　　After a few minutes, he raised his pen and wrote in the middle of the first line—“Pressure makes us stronger.”

　　...

　　In later generations, various inspirational articles and golden sentences were popular on the Internet, and there were many topics about Shen Chen's stress finding recent reviews published in "Ren X Daily" in his memory as a template, and then slightly modified it. Fresh composition billows out of the oven.

　　Although it was somewhat suspicious selling chicken soup, it should be able to satisfy the tastes of most teachers at the moment, and there was no obvious big problem.

　　Shen Chen argued that even if this essay did not get a full score for a 60-point composition, it would not be a big deal to get a 50-point essay.

　　Whahuh? Are you saying this is plagiarism?

　　Oh, what about the readers, can it be considered plagiarism?

　　Call it a reference!

　　Greetings!

　　As for Cai Bao, as soon as he got the exam paper, he began to faint.

　　Damn, not at all.

　　This topic knew him, he didn't know the topic!

　　Several times I wanted to sneak on some small movements, but as soon as I raised my eyes, I met Shen Chen's cold eyes that floated up.

　　Cai Bao: …

　　Forget it, however, there is not much difference between the latter and the latter third.

　　Do it, do it right, it means as much as you can do it right.

　　Multiple choice is easy.

　　Write the ABCD on all four sides of the eraser and allow luck to decide, or choose the shortest one between three long and one short, the longest among three short and one long, choose B for different lengths.

　　But what about the empty question?

　　What's behind "Silver Snake Mountain Dance, Yuanchi Candle Figure"?

　　Do you use poetry to describe your mood? Could it be "Daily on the day of hoeing and weeding."?

　　A poem that depicts happy love... Could "Sunshine incense burner produce purple smoke."?

　　Second line "Welfare state, prosperous family, prosperous state": you MD, he MD, you he MD!

　　...

　　Cai Bao became increasingly suspicious of life.

　　The only thing I understand a little bit is the composition, no matter how well it is written, at least fills the grid eloquently.

　　The two-hour test was for him like two centuries.

　　As soon as the bell rang, Cai Bao's mood was as if he had heard good news about the liberation of Taiwan's homeland overnight, and could not wait to sing and dance.

　　After the papers were collected, the students around were busy answering questions.

　　Shen Chen did not say anything, only narrowing it in disdain.

　　How can you think of an answer with him?

　　Cai Bao raised his chin and said proudly: "Sister Chen, don't look down on me, this time I feel good about my composition, I can get at least 40 points, I can get at least, plus multiple choice questions can be correct, 50 to 60 points. Always."

　　Chen Shen: ...

　　A perfect score of 150, what can be proud of a score of five or sixty?

　　“Hey, this composition is very difficult.” Someone ran over and asked Zhou Yuan, “Xueba, what topic did you choose for your composition?”

　　Zhou Yuan said: "Oh, what I wrote is that pressure makes us grow."

　　Student: "I write about us under pressure, which seems a bit off topic."

　　“What pressure makes us grow, we are under pressure?” Cai Bao raised his head blankly, he thought of something in horror, and hurriedly looked at Shen Chen: “Sister Chen, what about your composition? How did you write it?”

　　Shen Chen said lightly: "The pressure makes us stronger."

　　Cai Bao howled miserably: "Am I the only one in the world to write a description of a pressure cooker?"

　　Shen Chen almost died from laughing.

　　There are two tests in the morning, the second is physics.

　　Taking advantage of the ten-minute break in the middle, Shen Chen took out a physics book and quickly flipped through it, trying to read through some examples of the matter before the battle.

1 Point is 1 point.

　　Not long after, the exam bell rang.

　　The supervisor walked in with the exam paper in his hand, and reminded the students with serious gazes to get rid of their textbooks.

　　Shen Chen kept the physics book.

　　After getting the exam paper, fill in the name and class as before, then quickly scan the problem first.

　　Come on, it's harder than he imagined.

　　Although he had used the fastest speed to get past his high school physics knowledge, but after all, his time was too short, and was still far from being able to use it flexibly.

　　Shen Chen could only try to do what he could do first, and then start from small to large according to his grasp, and finish them off one by one.

　　The test paper was wavy and exhausting, and it was incomparable to the Chinese paper just now.

　　When the supervisor reminded me that there were still two minutes to end the exam, the next few big questions were still empty.

　　Forget it, I guess it can't be done.

　　Shen Chen randomly filled in a few answers, hoping to reach one or two properly, earn a few points, and handed over the paper when the bell rang.

　　As soon as the physics exam was over and it was time for lunch break, students from all classes rushed out of the classroom.

　　Luo Li first brought An Xiaoran to the toilet to meet her physical needs, and then went to the cafeteria.

　　On the way, Luo Li was extremely worried: "The matters of this monthly physics exam are extremely difficult. I don't understand some of the last big questions. What about you?"

　　An Xiaoran: "I think it's okay, everything is done."

　　Lori: "Ah, how did you do that last big question?"

　　After An Xiaoran finished speaking, she was still confused: "I don't understand ... Forget it, eat first, then go back to class after dinner, and then you can talk to me."

　　When they arrived at the cafeteria and prepared the dish, Luo Li pulled An Xiaoran over to look for a seat when An Xiaoran suddenly stopped.

　　Lori: "?"

　　Is that possible...

　　He followed An Xiaoran's line of sight subconsciously, and was instantly shocked.

　　"Shen Chen again? You don't want to find her like yesterday, do you?"

　　Xiaoran nodded.

　　Luo Li was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she clutched her chest: "No, as soon as I saw her, I was so scared that it was hard to breathe."