It's all his fault for being an artist!

Chapter 22 High School, An Unexpected Joy, A Good Girl

Shanghai, Qiuzhen Experimental Middle School.

Oh, the campus I've been away from for so long!

Returning to his alma mater, Cheng Wang was filled with emotion as he looked at the teaching buildings that had not yet been renovated.

This school is a key school in the district, encompassing both junior and senior high school sections.

Although I spent seven years here, the memories I have of it are far less vivid than those of the art studio.

All I remember is the playground, which seemed to be under constant repair, but was immediately renovated as soon as I graduated.

Class 2, Grade 12...

Following the route in his memory, Cheng Wang found the classroom.

For this art student who had disappeared for more than half a year, busy with college entrance exam training, her classmates didn't seem to feel any sense of unfamiliarity or distance.

A few words, a lighthearted chat.

Students who arrive early are not necessarily studying hard; they may also be there to copy homework.

The spring college entrance examination is approaching and is imminent.

Such an important part, yet it seemed to bring no sense of tension to the classroom.

In the entire senior year of high school, only four subjects remained.

Besides Chinese, Mathematics, and English, there are six additional elective courses. For the Shanghai exam, students only need to choose one of these to take the final college entrance examination. The other five subjects need to be passed in qualifying tests before the second year of high school.

The first long class in the morning is English.

The English teacher was an old lady who liked to wear old-fashioned dresses and had fashionable red hair.

"Mr. Cheng is back! Do you still recognize ABCD? Now that your art exam is over, don't keep dozing off in class."

The whole class burst into laughter.

He has a somewhat sarcastic and sarcastic tone.

Shanghai Mandarin is spoken with some English words added to everyday conversation.

Cheng Wang used to think that his high school English teacher was particularly stupid, and that he often looked down on people and had a very arrogant attitude.

When he graduated and left campus, he was surprised to find that this kind of English teacher was not just a stereotype.

Many colleagues who grew up in Shanghai, when they occasionally talk about their student days, seem to have the same teachers.

The "stupidity" seen in this way actually symbolizes a certain regional characteristic.

Rather than saying I didn't like the teacher back then and that the old lady was targeting me, it's more accurate to say that I didn't like her back then.

It's more accurate to say that I grew up in this city and never experienced life in a province with hundreds of thousands of people taking the college entrance exam.

Therefore, out of instinct, they resist the college entrance examination, a system imposed upon them.

Finally, the academic scores came out.

Only Chinese, which I'm relatively interested in, and the elective course History, are somewhat passable.

My English and math scores were absolutely terrible.

They are both art students.

Mu Ziling sat obediently by the window. Even though her academic performance wasn't outstanding, her English teacher rarely mentioned her.

That claim is completely unreasonable.

Even if some teachers don't like art exam takers, it's unlikely to be the case for this particular student in their class.

The little pre-class chat didn't last long.

The exam papers were distributed.

The listening section.

The kitten fishing puzzle.

Then comes reading.

Cheng Wang, like the other students, quietly completed the test paper.

The English exam paper in Shanghai is considered to be among the most difficult in the country.

One of the things that college entrance exam papers love to do most is to directly copy original texts from European and American journals or magazines.

They can pass the English section of the college entrance examination in Shanghai, and they can pass the College English Test Band 4 (CET-4) with their eyes closed and without any preparation.

Somewhat unexpectedly...

Even Lian Chengwang himself didn't expect that this test paper wasn't as difficult as he had imagined.

Holy crap, this question...

How come I seem to be able to understand it?

He was quite surprised, then his feelings became complicated, and he suddenly realized something.

Gan!

The information gap is being rebuilt and is still gaining momentum!

In the art industry, where electronic office work is prevalent, many software programs are updated annually, along with a variety of miscellaneous plugins.

For these everyday tools, let alone official Chinese versions, it's a huge act of conscience for domestic companies not to use pirated versions!

Professional software often costs tens of thousands of yuan for a genuine copy, and even then, it must be linked to the computer's machine code to avoid annual fees.

Art-related companies are run by a bunch of ruthless bosses who cut corners on even labor costs. How could they possibly pay this unnecessary expense?

Even if there are people who are passionately contributing to translation and piracy, providing hundreds or thousands of software functions, it is still difficult to guarantee accuracy and timeliness.

I've never seriously studied English since I was a child.

Before we knew it.

In order to keep up with the industry, Cheng Wang actually taught himself a set of "dumb English" by rote memorization.

Hearing comprehension? Not very good at it.

It's fill-in-the-blank and reading comprehension questions.

Amazing! I only half understand it, but I can still do a little bit!

Anyway, I definitely won't go through the early admission process for the spring college entrance exam.

The English score in the Spring College Entrance Examination counts as your first chance; other subjects are not important for now.

As the saying goes, "a chance encounter can lead to unexpected good fortune," and I really did hit the jackpot, stumbling upon a wonderful surprise!

Cheng Wang didn't have high hopes for his academic studies.

Of the four college entrance examination papers, I can only remember the Chinese composition paper.

However, he felt that he hadn't studied diligently in his previous life, which was a minor regret, as if something was missing.

It's possible to start over.

While focusing on art, try it out a little, and see how many points you can get if you take it seriously.

Ok……

It's not that it's impossible?

The subsequent Chinese and history classes were also used for pre-exam cramming, with students doing mock exams and practice questions.

With a similar mindset, Cheng Wang calmed down and delved into it.

The answers to the Chinese reading comprehension questions remain meaningless.

For the comprehensive history question, I can vaguely recall some of the answer templates.

It's just about putting yourself in someone else's shoes and doing things you couldn't do in your past life.

Put yourself in the shoes of the question setter and try to think from their perspective: what exactly are they testing when they ask those boring and tedious questions?

This is remarkably similar to the way art is analyzed.

The subtle changes brought about by different ways of thinking and ideas may be the biggest advantage after rebirth.

What?

What about mathematics?

Cheng Wang finished the first problem and took the square root.

Looking further down, each character seems to be fighting inside its own head.

He always thought mathematics was a good girl.

Unlike the English lady, we are not from the same social class and are ultimately not on the same path.

Unlike Miss Chinese Language, who is cunning, ruthless in seduction, and unwilling to give her everything.

Math Girl: No discrimination, no backstabbing.

She treated every student who didn't understand her with equal hostility.

Cheng Wang exerted all his strength and used every trick in the book, until he was completely exhausted.

Ultimately, success only left her with a bunch of "solutions," much like those unfulfilled love letters in youth novels.

So much so that when it was time to collect the papers...

The math teacher had to stare at him.

"Is this your test paper?"

"Teacher, can I revise it a little more?"

"What do you want to change?"

"Candidate's Name"

"?"

The math teacher, with a twisted face, asked, "Chengwang, are you planning to hand in your paper like this for the spring exam too?"

Cheng Wang confidently assured him, "No, I can definitely write a little more."

"For example?"

"School and examination admission ticket number".

"¿"

If the math teacher had known beforehand what would happen next, they would probably be crying out in despair right now:

Chengwang, when I type a question mark, it's not that I have a problem.

Rather, I think you have a problem!