Xia Jing's eyes lit up, "Mr. Wang, do you think Song Xiyue will get good grades in the college entrance examination?"
Xia Jing focused on the results of the college entrance examination. The students in the class passed the exam, not to mention her bonus, and her fame also started.
It is not a problem to get a promotion and a salary increase at that time.
Of course, she is not just for these, she also wants to be a good teacher, teach and educate people, and cultivate outstanding talents.
Mr. Wang is a senior teacher of Yinghua High School. He has sent away more than ten graduates. He has read countless people, and his eyes are very sharp when he sees students.
Teacher Wang looked at the sunlight outside the window, thought of Song Xiyue's appearance, and said, "This child is not in the pool."
Xia Jing was excited when she heard it, this is a very high evaluation.
If the future boss is from her class, how proud to say it.
Xia Jing thought, she must train this classmate well.
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Song Xiyue didn't know this at all.
For her, there is little difference between studying literature and theory. She is where Qin Junnian is anyway.
However, Qin Junnian did not take the mock exam this time.
She has to take good notes, and when Qin Jun arrives, she will give him the notes.
During the whole day of the course, the teachers of each subject were talking about the exam papers.
Song Xiyue listened carefully, and then took notes seriously.
Occasionally, when she is distracted, she looks at the same table.
I don't know where Qin Junnian is now, why didn't he come to class?
She wanted to see him, and if she didn't see him for a day, she would miss him.
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Top Class Class 1
Song Beisha didn't want to believe after learning about Song Xiyue's grades, "How can she get into the top 200 in the school because of her poor grades?"
In Yinghua High School, you can be close to the top 200, which means that you can enter the university if you take the college entrance examination.
Song Beisha didn't want Song Xiyue to pass the exam at all.
For Song Beisha, Song Xiyue should be the one who sets off her existence.
Green leaves should be green leaves, but you can’t make red flowers!
"Bertha, is she really from your Song family?"
A classmate asked Song Beisha.
Song Beisha smiled softly and said, "Although she came from the country and doesn't accept us very much, I treat her as my family."
Song Beisha's sentence is not wrong, but it will mislead the classmates.
"Hmph, she's from the country, she definitely doesn't know the rules. I'm jealous that you're prettier than her, and she's better at studying."
"This kind of person must be very selfish and not affectionate."
Song Beisha listened to the words of a few girls around, and smiled inwardly, but said softly on her face: "Don't say that, maybe she's just not used to coming to the city."
"There's no way she's not used to it. She's from the country, so what else does she want to get used to."
"Oh, people want to get used to being a young grandmother in Qin's family. Everyone in Class 19 is saying that Song Xiyue is overthinking and wants to climb up to Young Master Qin."
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Hearing this, Song Beisha's face changed, "Yesterday, my third brother and I saw her, she was holding hands with Qin Shao, I wanted to persuade her, but she didn't listen, so I was worried about what she would do. , we are all still young, and now we should focus on schoolwork."
"What, shameless, this Song Xiyue is too shameless."
"That is, why is she, she must have approached Qin Junnian by indiscriminate means."
"If she did such a thing, she should be properly managed by the school and expelled from the school."
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Song Beisha successfully created a wave of hatred for Song Xiyue, and she doesn't need to care about other things.
You can kill chickens with a bull’s knife, but a knife is enough to kill someone.
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When school was over in the evening, Song Xiyue packed up and prepared to go back.
But at the school gate, he saw a low-key luxury car.
Song Xiyue's eyes sank, Song's car?
Song Xiyue went around the car and was about to go forward. At this time, one of Song Qingxuan's assistants got out of the car and stood in front of Song Xiyue, "Miss, sir, let you go home."