38: Chapter 38 I believe he can continue to create miracles

"There are 37 days left until the College Entrance Exam."

The countdown written in colored chalk on the blackboard was updated every day.

Shen Weiyue watched a tall, thin classmate change the '7' to a '6'. He bit down on his straw and took two forceful gulps, finishing a bottle of Jule yogurt, then tilted his head back and said to Ning Xi:

"Sister Xi, I've had enough of this yogurt. Can you bring me the original flavor tomorrow?"

"Oh, okay, but could you please not call me Sister Xi? I'm clearly younger than you," Ning Xi protested.

"Then how about Xi-niang?"

"Huh?"

"Whoever feeds me is my mother, how about that?"

"That sounds terrible. I'm begging you, just call me Little Xi, or just use my name, Ning Xi. Don't use these creepy titles, or I won't bring you any more milk."

"Fine, then I'll call you Little Xi."

Shen Weiyue aimed at the trash can in the corner next to the podium, and with a perfect parabolic arc, the bottle landed precisely inside.

Zhao Qingyan made a mental note against him.

This Stupid Donkey calls Ning Xi 'Little Xi' so normally, but when he calls her, it's always 'fox' this and 'fox' that. It's simply infuriating.

"Stupid Donkey Shen, Mock Exam 3 is tomorrow. How do you still have the mood to mess around with this nonsense? Be careful, or Teacher Han will deal with you if you don't do well on the exam."

"Isn't that why you're here? Having been your desk mate for so long, I must have made some progress."

"IQ is a genetic issue, it cannot be changed."

"Don't make personal attacks. The Wisdom Tree has Wisdom Fruit, and under the Wisdom Tree are you and me. Hurry up and share half of your wisdom with me!"

Shen Weiyue unceremoniously grabbed Zhao Qingyan's textbook, slammed it onto his face, and inhaled deeply.

The next second, Zhao Qingyan stabbed at him with a ballpoint pen, and Master Shen let out a loud wail.

Ning Xi was already used to such scenes and felt absolutely nothing inside.

In the entire class, there was only one Shen Weiyue who dared to touch Zhao Qingyan's things so casually.

If anyone else did this, they would have been skinned alive.

The rules for desk mates that Zhao Qingyan had originally set for Shen Weiyue had long since vanished into thin air. She had said he couldn't cross the center line of the desk, but now, Shen Weiyue crossed it more easily than drinking water.

She watched the two in the front row with envy and couldn't help but earnestly remind him: "Qingyan is right. The teachers have high hopes for you during this period. If you don't do well on Mock Exam 3, you'll end up in a terrible state."

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. Although it's impossible to surpass you, I'm certain I'll show even more progress than in Mock Exam 2."

"Don't be too careless."

...

The teachers were here discussing the Mock Exam 3.

The Monday teacher group meeting was also discussing this issue.

All the teachers of the senior year group were in the large conference room. The grade director was presiding over the meeting. Among the eighteen liberal arts and science classes, the teachers of the first eight "rocket classes" were the most intense in their discussion.

"On the science side, let's not even talk about Zhao Qingyan from Class 6; she is already guaranteed admission to Tsinghua and Peking University. Everyone, please keep this news confidential so as not to affect the mindset of the other students."

"Chen Haowen from Science Class 2 has a very good chance of getting into Tsinghua or Peking University, and Zhou Qi from Class 4 also has a possibility. It just depends on whether their scores can stabilize in this Mock Exam 3."

"Hu Mingyue from Liberal Arts Class 1 and Xiang Shanshan from Class 2 have high hopes."

According to the collective assessment of the teachers, combining liberal arts and sciences, the most optimistic estimate for this year's College Entrance Exam is three students getting into Tsinghua or Peking University.

Of course, in the worst-case scenario, there is still Zhao Qingyan, who has already been recommended for admission, to act as a safety net, so at least the results won't look too bad.

Therefore, compared to previous years, the pressure on the senior year teachers for this cohort is actually much less.

As long as there is one student to hold up the reputation, this year will not be the worst.

"Tsinghua and Peking University are the ultimate dreams. Putting aside those two top institutions, how many 985 and 211 universities do you think this cohort can produce?"

The grade director tapped his fingers on the table, looking at everyone with a smile.

The teachers held a score sheet from Mock Exam 2 and, after a moment of contemplation, began to speak.

"Based on experience from previous years, this year's cohort will likely produce over 160 students for 985 universities, and over 300 for 211 universities."

"I think it's about the same. Just considering the cutoff score, without regarding majors or rankings, 985 should be around 150, and 211 at least 340."

"My prediction for the cutoff is also this number. As for the actual number of admitted students, it will definitely be much lower."

"The overall predictions are very optimistic. Why don't we predict how many students will get into the top ten universities nationwide? After all, those top schools are the ones that can attract high-quality students."

"This... the competition for the top ten schools like Tsinghua, Peking, Fudan, SJTU, Harbin Institute of Technology, and Nanjing University is too intense. I estimate no more than ten."

"Ten is too many. In the eight rocket classes, the gap between the first place and the second or third place in each class is actually quite large. I estimate eight at most."

"Nine, perhaps. The two liberal arts classes will have at most three, and the six science classes will average one per class, so at most nine."

"Liberal arts: Hu Mingyue and Xiang Shanshan. Science: Zhao Qingyan, Chen Haowen, Zhou Qi, Ning Xi, Du Yubo, Huang Junchao... plus Guo Gang, who barely has a chance. Yes, nine at most!"

The teachers carefully selected names from the ranking list, discussing among themselves, but in the end, it was just those few top-tier students.

The grade director looked at the veteran teacher Han Changming and asked tentatively: "Old Han, your class has the best science scores. What do you think?"

Han Changming pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped the table: "I can't speak for other classes, but in my class, Ning Xi will 100% get into a top ten university. Yuan Tianze, who is always in third place, shouldn't have a problem either, so my class will have at least three!"

"Three, huh? Three is quite remarkable..."

"I haven't finished yet. There is another student, and I am certain he has at least an 80% chance of getting into a top ten university."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other five homeroom teachers of the science rocket classes exploded, saying in unison: "What? When did such a powerhouse appear in your class? How come we didn't know?"

These days, having a student get into a top ten university is a great honor for a teacher, not to mention the bonus.

"Of course you didn't know. This student only emerged suddenly during the last Mock Exam 2, ranking 50th in the grade."

"Are you talking about Shen Weiyue?" The grade director found the name. "The student who was ranked over 200th in Mock Exam 1 and 50th in Mock Exam 2?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Impossible. Old Han, it's one thing to say Yuan Tianze has a chance, since he has ranked in the top ten of the grade before, but that Shen Weiyue has always been unknown. Last time might just have been luck."

"I've looked into this kid, Shen Weiyue. He was in the top 100 in the county for the high school entrance exam, but his grades have been lukewarm since high school, hovering around 200th place. This is the only time he's been in the top 50. You're too optimistic..."

People in the office shook their heads, and even the grade director didn't believe it at all.

Han Changming didn't argue with them, but stared at the grade director and said: "Old Lü, let's make a bet. I believe Shen Weiyue can continue to create miracles. Let's bet on this Mock Exam 3, that he can get into the top ten. If he does, you give me that jar of Dahongpao tea you've been treasuring."

"Good, good, good. Gambling for money is a bad thing, but betting on student grades is a refined activity. I'm willing to bet with you. What if you lose?"

"If I lose, I'll give you a bottle of the Moutai I have in my collection."

When the grade director heard this, he immediately slapped the table and said excitedly: "Good! A gentleman's word is his bond! Everyone, witness this for me."

"Witnessing is fine. Director Lü, if you win, bring that liquor out after the College Entrance Exam as a celebration drink, and everyone gets a share."

"Hahaha, that's a must. Old Han is such a stingy miser; I've been coveting that liquor for years and he never let go. Finally, I have a chance."

"Old Han, you've lost your mind!"