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Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around!
Chapter 1191: It Seems Very CoolNUDT is a military academy among “HuaQiao University and GuangXi University”. Every year, they enroll very few students. The admission scores for engineering technology courses are sometimes higher than the admission scores of “HuaQiao University” and “GuangXi University”.
Ye Jian1, who had always scored well, listened to Xia Jinyuan2’s suggestion and chose conductor classes with a lower admission score; she even conservatively filled out her ambitions and majors in her application form. This shows how difficult it was for students to take the entrance exam for NUDT in the 1990s.
After the teacher’s reminder, Ye Jian had been silent about her university entrance examination applications. Fortunately, the students also did not bother to ask her, which made her feel relieved.
On the last third day, the fifth class students on the sixth floor had suddenly gone crazy, they threw pieces of paper from the sixth floor, letting them fall down like snowflakes, and then the students from four classes on the sixth floor also followed, making the students from the three classes downstairs dumbfounded.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“What the heck, are they tearing their book?”
“Impossible! Three more days left, don’t they plan to review it again?”
From endless practice on past year papers and stacks over stacks of review materials, the year three first-class students looked a little at a loss, and now they were tearing up their books… Can the four classes upstairs not be so arrogant?
“It seems so cool though. Oh no, I’m tempted to do it as well.” An Jiaxin rubbed her palms and muttered to Ye Jian, “How about let’s go to the rooftop to tear up some books later? I want to tear up that devil English book!”
Ye Jian glanced at the empty desk in front of her, smiled, and said, “You can try, I can’t.”
While they were talking, Teacher Tong came over with dozens of woven bags. The class monitor, Lu Xin, followed behind, also with dozens of woven bags in both arms.
Teacher Tong stood by the podium, smiled gently, and explained to the students who didn’t understand why Lu Xin was carrying so many woven bags: “Every year, the year three first class students’ review materials, class notes, and test papers will become the hot cakes for the next third year classes. Therefore, in order to prevent you all from tearing up your books like the four classes upstairs, I will be collecting your books in advance.”
“The students in the first row of each group, please take a woven bag from Lu Xin and put in the review materials that are no longer needed.”
The class became noisy in an instant. After two years of fighting with Teacher Tong, they still lost to her, “Teacher Tong, we also want to tear our books. I heard that this will reduce pressure. We need to reduce pressure, Teacher Tong!
After the wailing, everyone talked happily and smiled; the entrance examination was around the corner; the students were going to be on their separate ways soon. Amidst the laughter, the sadness slowly faded.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTeacher Tong, who had sent away graduates from year to year, looked at the youthful and young faces of her students. The gentle smile on her face deepened, “Take out the papers of your highest and lowest scores. Keep it until the last day of high school, then you can tear them.”
Upon hearing what their teacher said, the students laughed again, “What about Ye Jian? She doesn’t have the highest or lowest score, her scores are averagely the same.”
In the second year of high school, Ye Jian’s grades had always remained about the same. No matter how difficult or simple the test paper was, she still remained the same score,… as if she had planned it all out!
Ye Jian, who was already smiling, replied: “I also have high and low score papers, but…, I don’t have a chance to tear it.” She spread her hands in front of her desk, and her classmates then only realized that her desk was the cleanest and neatest in the class.
She didn’t have any book at all, so of course, her desk was clean and neat.
Her homework books, review materials, and test papers had already been taken away by the teachers from every class in advance to prevent her from following other students… tearing her books.