The Chinese language teachers looked at each other in astonishment. The essay written by the student actually required a teacher who knew classical Chinese to interpret it? The answer sheet held by the headmaster attracted everyone's attention. Upon looking at it, they were all taken aback.
"Was this essay written in classical Chinese?"
"And it's so long?"
"When did we have a student in our grade who can write in classical Chinese?"
"Mr. Gao, is this your disciple?"
"No, this student is from Class One, he's Mr. Li's disciple."
The head teacher looked at the name and was shocked, "This student... his essays have always been poorly written, and his Chinese scores are basically failing. How could he possibly write such an article?"
The headmaster interrupted the discussion of the crowd and said seriously, "Let's not worry about whose student wrote it first. I just took a look, and the level of this article is extremely high, definitely showing mastery. Now we need to determine two things: whether this article is original or derived from some obscure ancient text, and if it is original, whether there are any errors in it."
The Chinese language teachers nodded one after another. Indeed, the most important task at hand was to determine whether the article was original and whether there were any errors. So, they began to carefully read the article. After reading it, everyone felt shocked and puzzled. They were shocked by how well the article was written, truly showing mastery; and puzzled because such an excellent article should have been studied, but they had no impression of it.
The teachers searched online, but did not find a similar article. Some teachers even called their former university professors to ask if this article came from some ancient text. However, the answers were consistent: they had never heard of this article!
After several hours of busy work, the Chinese language teachers stopped working. They found no signs of plagiarism. "It seems... this article," a Chinese language teacher said with difficulty, "should be the student's original work, not from an ancient text." This conclusion both shocked and embarrassed him.
They already knew about Chu Yi's completion of the exam, which took only an hour and ten minutes to complete all the questions. This answering speed was already astounding, and yet he still wrote a classical Chinese essay. What was even more astonishing was the high quality of this classical Chinese essay, with clear organization and profound artistic conception.
While reading this article, the Chinese language teachers couldn't help but ask themselves:
If it were me, could I write such a masterpiece?
After careful consideration, many teachers came to the same conclusion - they absolutely could not write such an article!
This meant that this student's achievement in classical Chinese had surpassed that of the teachers, by a large margin!
The headmaster nodded and instructed, "Please carefully examine this article, find any errors and make corrections. I have a friend who works as an editor. Once the article is corrected, I will contact him to try to get it published. Not only will it bring the student some income from publishing, but it will also uncover his literary talent. More importantly, our school will have such an outstanding student, which is truly a source of pride for our school."
The Chinese language teachers all agreed. As language teachers, they naturally hoped to see students with potential receive better development. So everyone began to carefully review the article.
"What does this word mean? Is it used appropriately?"
"Not quite sure, let's check the dictionary."
"Oh, it turns out this word had such usage in the Pre-Qin period. It's really obscure!"
"This sentence seems to have the suspicion of quoting allusions?"
"Yes, I also touched on this in my master's thesis. This student actually knows such rare usage, truly remarkable!"
"Ms. Wang, take a look at this sentence, why do I feel like something's not quite right about it?"
The teachers were fully focused on examining each sentence and every word. They discussed with each other, researched, and debated continuously. They hoped to polish this article to perfection and showcase the student's talent to the world.
After another hour of intense work, it was already time for dinner. At this moment, the headmaster brought in a large basket and said, "You've all worked hard. Please try the lamb soup and Chinese flatbread I just bought."
The Chinese language teachers were pleasantly surprised to hear that there was lamb soup available for them to enjoy.
The headmaster opened the basket, revealing neatly arranged boxes of hot lamb soup and large bags of Chinese flatbread. These were carefully selected from a nearby lamb restaurant. After all, compensating everyone for their overtime work was necessary, and providing dinner served as their reward.
"Let's eat first and then continue," the headmaster smiled and invited everyone to partake. "Each person gets a portion of soup and three flatbreads, which should be sufficient."
The teachers eagerly accepted their portions of soup and flatbread, returning to their respective desks to begin their meal.
Suddenly, one of the teachers said, "First round of checking is finished."
The headmaster asked, "How's it going? Are there many errors? Are they easy to correct?"
Another teacher somewhat sheepishly smiled and said, "We... didn't find any errors."
The headmaster was taken aback. "No errors found?"
All the Chinese language teachers nodded in agreement.
One of the teachers explained, "We meticulously checked, word by word and line by line, and truly did not find any errors."
The headmaster took Chu Yi's answer sheet and furrowed his brows as he read it twice.
"Since we are all professionals, if even we cannot find any errors in this article, it is very likely that it simply doesn't have any," the headmaster said. "It makes sense when you think about it; an author who can produce such an outstanding article so quickly, how could they possibly make basic errors?"
"I will now grade this paper, enter the scores, and then take it with me to submit to my editor friend," the headmaster declared.
A nearby teacher handed him a red pen and provided the standard answer key. The headmaster found a chair, sat down, and began grading while comparing the answers.
Question 1, correct.
Question 2, correct.
Question 3, correct.
As the grading continued, the headmaster's expression gradually became more serious.
Halfway through, he discovered that every single question had been answered correctly! Not a single mistake!
Usually, achieving this level of accuracy on a Chinese exam paper is not easy. For example, in reading comprehension, it is rare for a student to get full marks; even deducting just one point is considered good. However, the answers on this answer sheet were flawless, meeting all the scoring criteria, despite differing slightly from the standard answers.
The further he went, the more astonished the headmaster became.
Finally, all the questions at the front had been graded.
All correct!
Flipping to the composition section, what score should be given?
After much hesitation, the headmaster decided to award full marks!
Typically, even an exceptionally well-written essay is unlikely to receive full marks; usually, some points are deducted, around five to eight points. But this article definitely deserved a perfect score for the composition!
"Alright, I'm done grading. Take your time eating. I'll go contact my editor friend," the headmaster got up and left the Chinese language office, returning the borrowed red pen and answer key to the nearby teacher. "Full marks for the composition, no errors!"
Chu Yi sat in front of the computer with his legs crossed, and on the screen, a character dressed in a traditional Chinese outfit was tightly hugging an AWM.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a shadow flashing through the grass on the screen, a Level 2 helmet! Chu Yi aimed without hesitation and pulled the trigger, making a precise kill!
Excited cheers came through his headphones, "Amazing! Another chicken dinner!" Strawberry's excitement was not unwarranted, as this was the third chicken dinner Chu Yi had secured for her that day. Each game unfolded similarly, with Strawberry closely following Chu Yi to parachute down and land in a small housing area. Then, Chu Yi would display extraordinary skills, consistently taking out opponents with headshots, seemingly unstoppable. Meanwhile, Strawberry casually collected equipment, easily making it to the final circle and peacefully awaiting victory.
In Chu Yi's live streaming room, fans flooded the chat with comments like, "The streamer is so skilled!", "666," and words of praise for the streamer. Just as they were about to start a new game, Chu Yi suddenly heard urgent knocking at the door.
"It seems someone's here, I'll end the stream for now," Chu Yi quickly said.
Strawberry replied, "See you later! I'll play a game by myself while waiting for you." With that, Strawberry's stream was filled with lamentation.
Fans expressed their displeasure:
Strawberry is my treasure: "Why are you doing this? Waiting for you is so hard!"
LoveCakeEater: "Oh no, Strawberry has been stolen away by that little streamer Chu Yi."
OrangeJuiceBoy: "Oh no! Hearing this news breaks my heart!"
Strawberry hurriedly explained, "You all misunderstood! I just wanted him to carry me to a victory, I really didn't mean anything else!" However, the fans were already feeling jealous, especially in the live stream of the popular and beautiful Strawberry. Such misunderstandings were not uncommon in her live streams.
At this moment, Chu Yi was unaware of the storm brewing on Strawberry's end. He took off his headphones and hurried to open the door. Outside, someone impatiently knocked, resonating throughout the entire door. As Chu Yi shouted, "I'm coming," he quickly opened the door. He hadn't checked through the peephole, firstly because the public security in the area was quite good, with no previous incidents; secondly, if it were a thief, they wouldn't be so brazen as to knock loudly, attracting attention throughout the building.
As soon as the door opened, Chu Yi was stunned. Standing outside was none other than the landlord, Wang Xuan. She was wearing a black tank top and white shorts, revealing fair and slender legs and arms. With red lips biting on a cigarette, she exuded a captivating charm. Upon seeing Chu Yi open the door, Wang Xuan blew smoke in his face, obviously annoyed from waiting for half a day for him to answer the door.
"Are you deaf? I've been waiting here for five minutes!" Wang Xuan frowned disapprovingly and lightly tapped Chu Yi's head.
Chu Yi held his head and exclaimed, "Sorry, sis, I was wearing headphones." Wang Xuan's grip was really strong, and Chu Yi felt like his head was almost shattered by her knock.
"Go pour me a glass of water, I'm dying of thirst," Wang Xuan pushed past Chu Yi and sat down self-righteously inside.
Chu Yi closed the door, turned around, and went to get the water. Wang Xuan casually sat with her legs crossed, making her legs appear extra long, her attitude brash, almost like a female overlord. In this neighborhood, especially in this building, Wang Xuan was indeed an overlord, and all tenants had to act according to her will.
"Do you want cold water or hot water?" Chu Yi asked.
"I want cold water," Wang Xuan answered unceremoniously.
Chu Yi was a bit puzzled; there were no ice cubes at home. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I'm not running a bubble tea shop, where am I supposed to get cold water?" He then explained, "There are no ice cubes at home, so I can only give you tap water."
Wang Xuan saw through his dilemma at a glance, "Stop dawdling, why are young people so afraid of heat? You don't even have ice cubes at home? You don't know how to enjoy life, yet you talk about healthy living?"
Chu Yi was at a loss, finding Wang Xuan's sharp tongue truly amusing. He quickly opened a bottle of mineral water, poured it into a glass, and handed it to Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan drank half of it indifferently, then placed the glass on the coffee table, folded her arms, and looked at Chu Yi.
"I heard your essay is pretty good," she suddenly asked
Chu Yi was stunned. He had been pondering the purpose of Wang Xuan's sudden visit, such as urging him to pay rent, asking him to work as a child laborer, demanding that he move out by a certain deadline, or suggesting finding someone to share the rent with. He never expected that her first serious question would be about how his essay writing was going.
"Oh, it's nothing, my essay writing is actually quite poor," Chu Yi honestly admitted. "My Chinese teacher always scolds me, saying I am the destroyer of the Chinese vernacular, a talented but unorthodox writer, and a true master at using words to kill."
"Don't be so modest, why be polite with your older sister?" Wang Xuan waved her hand. "Your mom just called me, saying that one of your essays was noticed by your school teachers, submitted to the 'Baicheng Times', and has been accepted. She couldn't reach you on the phone, so she asked me to come and see if you'd like to have it published. If you're willing, I'll let your mom know, and then she can talk to the school leaders, who will then contact the 'Baicheng Times'."
Chu Yi was completely dumbfounded.
An essay recognized by the school teachers?
Submitted to a newspaper, and it passed the review?
When did he write such an amazing essay? Didn't he skip several essay classes without turning in any assignments?