A great director who grew up happily

Chapter 234 Even the top student is nervous before the exam

After reading the first two pages, Song Qian said in surprise, "Wen Jie, you're really pregnant. This is good news."

"What good news? I'm almost dying of worry. You know my family situation. I have two children waiting to go to college. If I have another one, how will I have the energy to take care of them? Besides, my body can't handle it."

Tong Wenjie said sadly that if she were five or six years younger, she would definitely not hesitate.

I just had it removed because I was not allowed to have children at that time.

"You're right. Su Ying is two years younger than you. After giving birth to Xuan Yue, she rested for almost two weeks and she hasn't recovered yet." Song Qian nodded and said.

She also reminded me, "Many of my colleagues are about to have their second child. When I went to the hospital the other day, the delivery rooms were packed. I think there will be a lot of children in the next two years, and then there will be a rush for educational resources. Kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, you have to think carefully."

Tong Wenjie remained silent. She and Fang Yuan had discussed these things before.

It took a lot of effort and sponsorship money for Fang Yifan to be able to enter Chunfeng Middle School. If they were to do it again now, they could not guarantee that the second child would be able to receive the same educational resources.

After a long silence, "Song Qian, let's not talk about pregnancy for now. First, take a look at Fang Yifan's grades from the past year. I just went to school to ask the class teacher for them. Please help analyze them and see if he can get into university."

After hearing this, Song Qian took the notebook from the bedside table, opened it and put it on her lap, then looked up the college entrance examination score lines in Beijing over the years and compared them with the historical scores on Fang Yifan's transcript.

But the more she looked, the deeper her frown became, and the expression on her face became serious, a bit like a teacher correcting a messy test paper, trying hard to find scoring points among a pile of mistakes.

Tong Wenjie noticed something strange on her best friend's face, so she put her cup of water on the windowsill and walked over to see what was going on.

"Wenjie, how did Fanfan study last semester? He managed to improve a little in the middle, but fell back to the same level by the end of the semester." Song Qian asked, pointing to the report card.

"During the finals of the semester, Fanfan was preparing for the art exam and didn't focus on academic subjects."

"That score is a bit low. Although I don't know the admission score for every art school, judging from the results, it's not safe, unless Fanfan's art exam ranking is very high." After Song Qian finished speaking, she returned the papers in her hand to Tong Wenjie.

"What should we do then?" Tong Wenjie asked anxiously.

"Let's wait for the final results of the art exam to come out. If you rank high, you can breathe a sigh of relief. If your professional ranking is average, you can only focus on studying and improve your academic performance."

Song Qian is just a gold medal physics teacher, and these are the only suggestions she can give. As for other gray methods, she doesn't know much about them, and with the strength of the Fang family, it is difficult to do it.

If the Fang family is well-off, sending Fang Yifan abroad would be a very good way out.

The two mothers didn't chat for long before Qiao Yingzi opened the door and several students came in from outside to continue their self-study. There were five people in total, and four of them were in the top four in the grade.

Song Qian has taught so many classes in cram schools, but she has never fought such a fierce battle. After all, no one who comes out to cram school will have students with such grades.

The role of a teacher is opposite to the student's grades. The worse the grades, the greater the role, and the higher the grades, the smaller the role.

Generally, teachers don’t dare to supervise the top-ranked students in key middle schools because they really can’t teach them, and the students may know more than the teachers.

The same thing happened to Li Menglai. Except for Chen Jinnian, she had never lost her temper with anyone in the sprint class. Her strictness was often reflected in the system and status.

So Song Qian did not explain the questions, but just arranged some learning tasks and asked them to discuss with each other if they had any questions.

She and Tong Wenjie quietly walked into Qiao Yingzi's bedroom, closed the door and continued talking about Fang Yifan.

The dining table in Qiao Yingzi's house was quite large. Chen Jinnian and Lin Lei'er sat on one side, and the three girls sat opposite them.

But this made Chen Jinnian very bored. He still wanted to sit next to Wang Yidi. He casually turned the pen in his hand and was thinking about how to trick Lin Lei'er to go to the opposite side.

As he was thinking, he was suddenly patted twice on the shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw Lin Lei'er nervously pointing at his hand and saying, "Jinnian, could you please stop turning? I'm feeling dizzy."

"Ok?"

Chen Jinnian blinked blankly, and gently pinched the flying ballpoint pen with two fingers, not quite understanding the causal relationship between the two.

Huang Zhitao on the other side also said the same thing: "Yeah, stop playing, it makes me upset."

"Ah~"

He made a sound of surprise, and his eyes swept over their faces, trying to find the answer to his question, but he still saw nothing, so he asked directly: "Yidi, are you annoyed too?"

"No." Wang Yidi had a similar reaction as him, feeling a little confused and at a loss.

"Can you be like us? The three of us are under tremendous pressure. Everyone thinks it's natural for us to do well in the exams, but only we know how scared we are of falling from grace. If we mess up, not to mention the parents, the teacher's gaze alone would crush us to death."

Qiao Yingzi leaned over the test paper and said weakly, "It's like a fly lying on the glass, with a bright future but no way out."

"You guys are just overthinking it. You passed an ordinary first mock exam, and there are still second and third mock exams and the college entrance exam. Besides, with your grades, you're guaranteed to get into a 985 university. What's there to be afraid of?"

"We all understand the logic, but how can we not be nervous, especially Lei'er? He didn't pass the winter camp and can only rely on his scores to enter Tsinghua University. How can he not be stressed? He has been so nervous recently that he doesn't even want to eat." Qiao Yingzi sat up and said with her arms crossed.

"Forget it, I don't think you can continue studying. Let's go back to the school playground and run a few laps. I'll give you a good rest today."

After Chen Jinnian finished speaking, he stood up, pushed his chair inward, and was about to go and talk to Song Qian.

"But what about the test paper? We're only halfway done."

"There are endless papers to finish, but life is limited. To pursue the infinite with the finite is dangerous." He raised his eyebrows slightly and said. In fact, he couldn't continue studying. It was not because he was nervous, but simply because he was tired and his brain didn't want to work.

"But that's not what Zhuangzi meant." Lin Lei'er was still wondering whether what Chen Jinnian said was right, while the three girls had already stood up and started packing their things.

After greeting the two parents in the bedroom, Chen Jinnian took his schoolbag home to change clothes. Not long after, several people appeared at the school gate.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. The school gate was closed and it was pitch black inside. There was only a searchlight shining alone on the open space in front of the security booth.

"I told you that you are not making progress in school." Wang Yidi complained. She had just reminded him.

But Chen Jinnian dug into his pocket and smiled mysteriously, "Wait, the hermit has a plan."