Chapter 60 Are You Really the Super Scholar God System?

"Mathematics: 52 points."

"Chinese: 56 points."

"The average score of the fifth grade in primary school is 46.7 points. The task of controlling the score has failed!"

"Task punishment: Subjective consciousness shielding, confinement in the small dark room for 6 hours!"

In a classroom made of bricks and tiles, even on a sunny day, it was still a bit dim.

Sitting in front of the long strip-shaped seat made of precast concrete slabs, Song Han had just received the distributed examination paper. Before he could take a closer look, his attention was diverted by the information that popped up in front of him.

"Protest! Protest! How could I possibly know the average score of more than a hundred people in the two classes of our fifth grade in primary school!

And the scores on the test paper are all integers. Where can I get 0.7 points for you!"

"The protest is invalid!

A real super scholar not only needs to be able to control his own scores at will but also have meticulous and keen observation skills.

You need to carefully observe the performance and grades of other students in the class to calculate a relatively reasonable score range.

This can avoid getting scores that are too high or too low, which may cause unnecessary trouble.

Secondly, a super scholar will influence the teacher's grading standards through means such as the neatness of the writing on the test paper and the psychological hints given to the teacher.

For example, neat writing, standardized answering, clear and smooth language expression, etc. are all important factors. In addition, some small details such as the correct use of punctuation marks and reasonable paragraph division can also leave a good impression on the teacher, thus achieving a high rate of success in controlling the score.

You didn't do these things.

You need to work harder to improve your learning methods and skills to become a real super scholar!

The task is determined to have failed!"

"You..."

"Observing the host's swear words and abusive behavior, the confinement time is extended to 12 hours, and it will be executed immediately!"

The feedback of the information only managed to leave a trace of light and shadow in front of Song Han's eyes. In an instant, Song Han appeared in a void space.

He couldn't hear any sound, couldn't see the darkness, couldn't feel his existence, there was no time, no target information that could be used as a reference, and he couldn't even feel the existence of any mass of his own body.

Song Han skillfully lay in the void, cursing non-stop.

"Still a super scholar! I spit on it! Every day, it makes me pursue the median! It's like this at school, it's like this when walking, and it makes me pursue the median in everything I do. Don't you know that it's better to be the head of a dragon than the tail of a pig!

Why does it always make me stay in the middle every day!

What kind of super scholar is this!

Without you, I could get the first place in the exam every day!

This is the real super scholar!"

I don't know how long he cursed for. In a daze, Song Han's consciousness completely fell asleep.

To be honest, this kind of place is really suitable for sleeping!

In the classroom, Song Han's brain central nervous system started to enter the recovery and sorting work because of the dormancy of the main consciousness, and even his body's heartbeat and breathing showed a stable and steady state.

"Song Han, are you still going to play with the slingshot after school later?"

Song Han slowly turned his head and refused expressionlessly;

"No, I need to go home and review after school!"

"You've already passed the exam. What are you reviewing for?"

"Reviewing makes you gain new insights each time!"

The deskmate beside him curled his lips when he heard this;

"You only got 2 points more than me. What are you pretending for!"

Song Han ignored the interference from his deskmate and wrote something expressionlessly.

When the school bell rang, he also stood up with the crowd and followed the largest group of people, walking towards the market town.

"Song Han, you're going in the wrong direction. Your home isn't over there!"

Song Han ignored his deskmate's shout and still walked at a leisurely pace on this rural dirt road.

Passing by the market town post office, he collected his registered letter, mailed his own letter, and then strolled into the only bookstore in this small market town and began to immerse himself in browsing the books.

The next day, Song Han shook his heavy head and climbed out of bed;

"Strange, why does my head feel so heavy today?"

Closing his eyes and pondering for a moment, after feeling the somewhat blurred rolling information in his mind, Song Han suddenly realized;

It turned out to be the weight of knowledge!

"Learning task: Read through the mathematics subject of the first year of senior high school for 60 minutes.

Task reward: 200 yuan in cash."

When Song Han saw the task, his eyes lit up. He rummaged through his schoolbag and indeed found all the textbooks for the first year of senior high school in it.

"Time for dinner!"

An old voice interrupted Song Han's indulgence in studying.

He looked at the alarm clock beside the desk. There were still 20 minutes left until the task was completed. However, his empty stomach made Song Han, who had come to his senses, no longer have the mood to continue reading.

"Coming!"

With a cheerful response, Song Han didn't forget to wake up his two elder brothers who were still sleeping in bed and jumped out.

"Grandma, what delicious food did you make today! Have your parents written back since they went out to work?"

"Your parents just went out to work not long ago. How could they reply so quickly? Go! Wash your face and come and eat!

After dinner, there is still farm work to be done!"

Song Han was puzzled;

"The wheat has all been harvested. What else is there to do? I still want to read for a while!"

"Recently, a group of construction teams came to the south field and said they were going to build a dam to enclose the South River to prevent floods in the future.

After dinner, you three brothers and your grandfather go to the South River together and plant trees in our field!"

"Why plant trees if there will be floods? Won't they all be flooded later!"

"The land inside the dam by the South River will be flooded, and the state will compensate for it. One tree can get a lot of compensation money!"

"Why are you telling them this, old woman!"

Gulping down the sweet potato porridge, the three half-grown boys could eat more and more. Song Han even drank three big bowls before he felt a noticeable sense of fullness in his stomach.

After dinner, the three brothers pushed the handcart that their grandfather was pulling in front, and they panted their way towards the south field.

On the way, many people were like them, pulling saplings and hurrying to the south field. They all smiled at Song Han and his group.

"Aren't they all going to be flooded? Why are they all in a hurry to plant trees?"

The South River was just a river about ten meters wide. When Song Han and his group arrived, they found that the planned construction site of the dam was near the village, nearly three kilometers away from the riverbank.

And the construction site of the dam on the other side of the river was even too far away to be seen.

Standing by the riverbank, looking at this small river in front of him, in Song Han's mind, there emerged an expansive water surface rushing eastward. Extending continuously along the upper reaches, a huge dam hundreds of kilometers away was pouring out surging waves.

Song Han came to his senses, and in front of him was still a small river.

At noon, they ate the food that their grandmother brought by the field beside the South River. When they had planted saplings in the small piece of land by the riverbank of their own family, it was already getting dark.

They groped their way back home and took a shower with clear water. Song Han's two elder brothers couldn't wait to climb onto the bed and fell asleep snoring.

Song Han looked at the bed, then at the time. In the end, his desire for knowledge overcame his desire for sleep, and he buried his head in studying.

Reading through it once seemed to make the blurred memory in his mind more profound.

"It's so simple!"

Ding ding ding...

As the alarm clock beside him rang, Song Han immediately threw the book aside.

"System! System! Where's my money!"

"Ding! The reward has been issued to the host's schoolbag. Please keep up the good work!"

When he saw the message, Song Han couldn't wait to rummage through his schoolbag. In the innermost part of the schoolbag, he found his reward in a registered letter.

"Wow! System, you're so amazing! But what does the payment for the story in the registered letter mean?"

"In order to ensure that the funds rewarded by the system do not have an impact on the existing economic system, all sources of funds have safe and reasonable channels."

"Although I don't understand it, it seems really amazing!

Haha! I'm rich!"

...

"The editor-in-chief, there's another submission. It's still that carefree laugh!"

"Hurry up, let me see it first!"

After a long time, only the editor-in-chief of the Story Club put down the fifth-grade primary school exercise book in his hand and licked his lips with some aftertaste.

"The writing style is sophisticated, the meaning is there without being vulgar, and it's combined with folk and curious stories. It's really a good story!

Add another 50 yuan to his payment according to the last payment!"