Although the last thing he said about climbing mountains had been a joke, many students who had just taken the gaokao really did stop checking their answers after hearing Jiang Siming's advice.
It made sense. Was there really any need to calculate their scores immediately after the exam?
They had finally endured nine years of compulsory education. Regardless of how they had done or what the results would be, they should at least relax properly first.
The pressure on students grew with every generation. What Jiang Siming wanted least was for students to calculate their scores the moment they finished the gaokao.
If their scores were low, they would shut themselves away, their parents would become depressed, and they would have to consider whether to retake the exam.
If their scores were high, although both they and their parents would be happy, they would still have to agonize over which school to apply to.
In short, whether their scores were high or low, they could not escape a fate still centered around academics.
With that time, they might as well relax completely for a while.
"I only have one thing to say. Whether you did well or poorly, you've made it through nine years just like every day for the past nine years. You're all the best. Go have fun—that's a reward for yourselves."
"Lastly, I want to say something to all the students' parents. If your child did badly, don't blame them. Not everyone is suited for studying. Give them a little more understanding, and don't force goals and dreams you couldn't achieve onto your children."
Jiang Siming's words warmed the hearts of many students.
Nearly eighty percent of the students who had done poorly were most afraid of their parents' scolding and criticism.
"All right, enough talking. It's