MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning-Chapter 83 0 Vibration, the ranking of the rambunctious (two more)
Now few men learn Guzheng.
Most people think that guzheng seems to be equated with women.
But Jian Zhongyou is one of the men who learn Guzheng. When he was a child, he was said to learn Guzheng as a girl, but he never denied himself because of what others said.
From ancient times to the present, guzheng masters have always had male figures.
He became famous in one fell swoop because of "White Clothes Walk". From being questioned to now, he has gone a long and hard way.
He knows the piece very well.
Many students performed "White Clothes Walk" today, but compared to what he saw in the video, there was always something missing.
In the video posted by Eating a Big Bowl, the girl may not be playing smoothly, and even the technique can be said to be rusty.
But only Jian Zhongyou knows that the feelings she swayed in this song—
Gorgeous, brilliant, and extinguished again!
Make friends with music.
If she can guide well, Jian Zhongyou believes that she can play this song to the extreme!
Cherish and love talents, he is unwilling to give up such a seedling.
Prefer daily inquiries.
One day, it will impress the future chief of the music academy!
The next student to perform is ready. Jian Zhongyou put down his phone and listened to the song seriously.
**
Lu Xiaohan sent a screenshot of Jian Zhongyou's message to Bai Poshi.
Bai Po just finished a meeting at the Book Association.
Jiang Fuli was talking about financial issues with Qiu Xuezheng, and Qiu Xuezheng specially interviewed a person to take charge of the financial power of the Book Association.
Bai Po sat on the side, not being able to understand very well, so he turned on his mobile phone to read the questions.
Reply to Lu Xiaohan by the way—
【1】
Lu Xiaohan: 【Understand】
Jiang Fuli sat at the Eight Immortals table, Jiang He didn't want to stay with him, and learned calligraphy from a group of children outside.
Qiu Xuezheng flipped through his notes, suddenly raised his head, a little excited, "A new bus passage has been drawn on the opposite road, and it will open to traffic next week."
This matter has not been fully announced, and many businessmen have bought a bunch of houses in advance.
Waiting for the opening to traffic before reselling.
Qiu Xuezheng also knew the news.
Jiang Fuli was not surprised by the news, the Xiangcheng Bureau of Culture and Tourism planned very well.
He rested his left hand on the table, leaning slightly against the back of the chair, lazily but straight. He was flipping through the financial report of the Book Association with his right hand, and closed the report with his bony hand, "Almost, there will be high-speed rail connections here in the future."
"Huh? Really?" Qiu Xuezheng really didn't know the news.
He sat up straight with a jerk.
Xiangcheng has a high-speed rail, which he dared not even dream about.
"Yes." Jiang Fuli responded casually.
He had seen the planning case, but no documents had been issued for this matter, and it was suppressed in Jiangjing. Few people knew about it. Jiang Fuli was curious about what happened in Xiangcheng, so he asked someone to investigate.
He casually returned the notebook to Qiu Xuezheng.
Qiu Xuezheng wanted to ask if Jiang Fuli had read all these papers.
But I really didn’t dare to ask.
Jiang Fuli flipped through his phone, there were several unread messages on the phone, it was Ma Tongfeng.
Dean Ma: [She is very polite and will send me smiles]
But he sent several researches on quantum mechanics to Bai Po, and the other party did not express her views on quantum mechanics.
President Ma is really anxious.
Even Jiang Fuli would occasionally perfunctory him and draw a big cake for him.
Said to go to him after studying dark matter.
Bai Po didn’t draw any big cakes, he looked more like an old man than him.
Dean Ma: [polite and cold, not much talk]
President Ma: [Can you help me ask her what she thinks? 】
Jiang Fuli glanced at it, then slowly replied—
【How do you know she bought me milk tea today? 】
【[picture]】
No way, Mr. Jiang really can't find anyone else to show off.
Ginger Bird will take out a bigger cup of fruit tea than him.
Ming Dongheng didn't understand at all.
Bureau Chen...?
He went to Ji Heng's house every day and went fishing with Ji Heng, and even called Ji Shaojun brothers.
Master Jiang was upset to see him.
After counting and counting, only Dean Ma remained.
Dean Ma: [? ? ? ? ? ? 】
On the other end of the phone, Dean Ma was speechless!
No, Mr. Jiang is sick, right?
After drinking a large glass of water, Dean Ma calmed himself down and didn't dare to scold, so he asked another question—
【What did you do to the people from the attached middle school? 】
Jiang Fuli: [? 】
Dean Ma: [They came to me today and said that there is something wrong with the chemistry test bank and the biology test bank, which they did not check]
Jiang Fuli took a look and knew what was going on—
【No, I borrowed it to brush up the questions】
President Ma: 【…】
Very well, even if Jiang Fuli is not in Jiangjing, he can randomly scare a few people to death.
The people from the affiliated middle school didn't sleep well for two days, and reviewed all the questions.
Be personal.
Thanks.
Jiang Fuli put away his phone after returning home, glanced at Bai Po, "Go to the next door to see?"
Next door is the Xingyi Martial Art Museum that has long since closed down.
It's exactly what Bai Po wanted.
When the two reached the door next door, a dark-skinned middle-aged man was driving the two men in suits out, "Get out, I won't sell it!"
As November approaches, the weather turns cooler.
Most people put on coats.
The middle-aged man is still wearing a T-shirt. When he raises his hand, he can see clearly textured muscles. His eyes are sharp, and he can tell at a glance that he is a very powerful practitioner.
He glanced at Bai Po and Jiang Fuli, "Are you also here to buy a house? I won't sell it."
"No, Master Jin," Bai Po only smiled, "We both want to see what the martial arts school was like before."
Today is Saturday, Bai Po is wearing a light brown pleated skirt, with a loose coat of the same color on the outside, which is lazy and loose, with only delicate white auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and neckline.
The long hair was still tied lazily behind his head.
Her appearance has always been deceptive, polite, humble, and deeply loved by the elders.
Gold Hall Master is no exception.
"I'm not the owner of the pavilion for a long time," the owner of the pavilion Jin opened the door and let the two of them in. "Just take a look."
Xingyi Wuguan is much bigger than Shuxie.
Once you enter the martial arts gym, it is a huge training ground.
There are eight rows of wooden stakes on the right side of the martial arts field, ten in each row, with a distance of one meter between each. There are three stone tables behind and stone benches piled up beside them.
A large open space was left.
In the middle is a 1-meter-wide bluestone road, with grass growing in the stone crevices.
On the left is a martial arts field surrounded by stone bricks. There are two rows of weapon racks near the wall. They should have been used to store weapons, but they are now empty.
Go straight along the Qingshiban Road, you will see a porch, walk in along the porch, you can see many rooms on both sides.
There are changing rooms, meditation rooms, sandbag rooms...
Walking through this corridor, you can see the accommodation at the back. There is a well. The owner of the Jin Pavilion lives in the corner and is fetching water at this time. There are huge dormitories on both sides.
This shows how prosperous the martial arts school was back then.
Bai Po and Jiang Fuli politely bid farewell after watching.
"What do you think?" Jiang Fuli opened the door, lowered his head slightly, and asked.
Bai Po shook her head, she stretched out her hand to cover the sunlight in front of her eyes, and said softly, "I'll ask again."
She still doesn't know how this martial arts school closed down.
**
Monday.
All high schools in North City are counting student scores.
Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School is no exception.
The principal came to the school early and called the class teacher together for a meeting.
"Teacher Lu," as soon as Lu Lingxi came, the principal and the dean urged her, "Look at the score of Ning Xiao in your class."
Lu Lingxi knew they were in a hurry, so she sat in front of the computer, logged in the head teacher's ID number, retrieved the grades of the students in the class, and directly searched for "Ning Xiao" in the search bar.
The page keeps going in circles.
Today, all the high schools in Beicheng are adjusting their grades, and the Beicheng Education Network obviously can't hold back.
It took almost a minute to come out:
Name: Ning Xiao
Subjects, grades, rankings
language, 122, 74
Math, 121, 5
English, 131, 109
General Science: 248, 25
Total score: 632, 31
"31?!" The principal was taken aback by the ranking and couldn't help exclaiming.
This ranking shows the ranking of Jeonbuk City.
In the last entrance exam, Ning Xiao was still ranked 100, but this time it suddenly soared to 31? !
"Is this comparable to the international class in Beicheng?" The dean couldn't help but speak.
They all know that the international class of Beicheng No. 1 Middle School has a total of 40 students. It is the most popular school in Beicheng, and several students can be admitted to Jiangjing University every year.
Other teachers heard the words and looked over one after another.
"How did his grades improve so quickly? Chen Zhu is only ranked 80?"
In the whole of Xiangcheng, there has never been a student in the top 50. Today is the first time. A group of teachers are very excited, "Look at him, he is in the top five in mathematics! He is also in the top 30 in mathematics!"
"121 points," the math team leader pressed his glasses, "I heard that Song Ming scored 130 in math, which is not much worse than Ning Xiao."
"Yes, among the top five, there are not many international classes in Beicheng No. 1 Middle School that can compare with Ning Xiao." The dean looked at the principal, unable to hide his excitement, "Ask Director Pan, is this score worthy of the table? Will Beicheng give us resources for the next joint exam?"
Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School has never had a student who ranks in the top ten in a single subject.
Ning Xiao was the first!
Top five in mathematics, what a concept!
Jianbeicheng No. 1 Middle School is also one in a million!
The headmaster naturally knew it too. He stared at the page and called Director Pan, thinking that it might really be there this time!
Lu Lingxi was also taken aback by Ning Xiao's results.
Others are congratulating Lu Lingxi.
His eyes were envious.
Being able to bring out a top 31 student in the whole North City is not only a brilliance of the school, but also a brilliance of Xiangcheng.
Only the head teacher of Class 8 looked at Lu Lingxi, and suddenly said, "You search for classmate Bai Po."
"Oh." Lu Lingxi recovered and began to search for Bai Po's name.
She presses the Enter key.
The page is still spinning in circles.
The other teachers were much more relaxed than before, "Student Bai, she is a bit weak in chemistry, and she doesn't know how to do math. Last time, she scored five points higher than Ning Xiao in math. Ning Xiao made a mistake in a multiple-choice question."
"Is it possible that she can also be in the top ten in mathematics?" Some teachers boldly imagined.
Most of the teachers don’t know Bai Po, but they know that she is a girl, “Probably not, I think Bai is good at Chinese, but math is so difficult this time, she won’t be as tall as Ning Xiao.”
Everyone guessed at random, Lu Lingxi smiled, she knew Bai Po very well, "Don't look down on girls, okay, look, Bai Po may have 120 in math."
After all, it is said that Song Min is only 130. Lu Lingxi knows the two students in her class very well, but she didn't expect to be able to compare with that Song Min.
During the conversation.
"brush-"
Bai Po's grades are brushed out.
Name: Bai Po
Subjects, grades, rankings
Chinese, 150, 1
Math, 150, 1
English, 126, 137
General Science: 182,966
Total score: 608, 97
Under the computer screen, the rows of grades were so clear that the teachers who were still talking and laughing, including Lu Lingxi, did not move.
Just quietly looking at the first two lines—
【Chinese, 150, 1
Mathematics, 150, 1]
The principal who was talking to Director Pan naturally saw it too, and fell silent for a moment.
A needle can be heard throughout the classroom.
About a minute.
The class teacher of Class 8, who has always been elegant, spit out a word: "Damn."
Good morning.
Yesterday, the bib was also posted, and today I would like to say it again solemnly, [Our Chaohua official has not held any activities], children, please don’t add groups and face groups indiscriminately, there are so many scammers on the Internet, [Be careful and prevent fraud] My dears! Ahhh, **** it, I really want to crawl to the bedside of those children in the middle of the night and wake them up one by one!
