It's the old man's voice.
It almost shook so much that the whole building could hear the echo.
Jiang Muyan was stunned for a moment and quickly switched to the surveillance screen.
Song Yutang also secretly said something bad and hurriedly replied with a few polite words before running downstairs.
In the small living room, the old man stood in front of the table, holding a stack of test papers in his hand, his face flushed, and his hands shaking like Parkinson's.
Jiang Guoqiang The three members of the family lowered their heads like quails, not daring to express their anger.
Song Yutang walked over and took out the stack of test papers from the old man's hand.
Chinese: 42 points.
English: 7 points.
History: 21 points.
Geography: 19 points.
Politics: 22 points.
"Seven points, seven points...Jiang Boyan, a perfect score of 150 points, how the hell did you get a seven point in the exam? Even if you choose C for all the multiple choice questions, you can't get a seven point in the exam." The old man put his hands behind his back and walked around anxiously.
"Uh... considering that many students like to take advantage of loopholes, when the question group set the questions, the multiple-choice questions specifically avoided option c." The person in charge of the education team explained with some embarrassment.
Jiang Boyan immediately widened his eyes and stood up confidently and pointed at him. "Let me tell you, I clearly chose all c's, how could I get every question wrong? It's not that I have no brains, it's that the teacher's routine is too deep."
Old Master Jiang became more and more angry and hit Jiang Boyan with a cane. "You still dare to quibble? What about geography? How did you get 19 points in the exam? Are you a pig? You don't even have the most basic common sense. No? There is also this language... There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in one pot and requires two barbecue grills... Waste, Jiang Boyan, you are simply a complete waste."
Song Yutang's brows twitched and he quickly stopped his crutches. "Grandpa, please calm down."
Old Master Jiang was so angry that he walked around on the spot. "What are you talking about? See for yourself, An Neng can bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to become a powerful man. Unless he takes a holiday today..."
Jiang Boyan retorted in a low voice, "The battles were quite neat."
The old man took a mouthful of old blood again, raised his crutch and wanted to beat him again. "To your sister?"
Song Yutang hurriedly stopped him. "Calm down, grandpa, calm down, there are still some subjects behind..."
The old man roared angrily, "If you have passed the simplest Chinese, history, and politics exams like this, how can you expect the following subjects? How could I, Jiang Family, come from a scholarly family and give birth to a waste like you?"
Song Yutang remembers Jiang Boyan saying that he is very interested in physics, "Maybe we Boyan are just partial to science and not interested in liberal arts."
Although she said this, she actually didn't have high hopes.
But as soon as I opened the next test paper, three bright red numbers jumped into my eyes: 100.
Song Yutang eyes widened suddenly.
I watched it several times in disbelief and rubbed my eyes.
On the physics test paper, it was still 100 points.
She vaguely noticed something and quickly scrolled down:
Mathematics: 92 points.
Chemistry: 28 points.
Biology: 36 points.
Song Yutang was stunned, and turned back to look at the miserable results, and then at the dazzling physics test paper.
This...
The person in charge of the education team cleared his throat and spoke cautiously, "Young master, with this score, even if you want to study abroad, maybe... probably... even the threshold for the preparatory course is difficult. You can't understand daily conversations, and you can't read the application. Even if you want to study in the preparatory course, you have to cram in English for at least a year."
The old man was so angry that his beard stood straight up. "To make up for it, if you want to make up for it, please hire the best English teacher to help you one-on-one."
The person in charge laughed dryly, "Well... English can be improved, but the foundation in liberal arts will take time. In the young master's situation, if he takes the regular college entrance examination route, the total score will be only about 200, and he will have to choose a school for junior college."
The old man waved his hand. "Then send him abroad. At the worst, I will donate a building to the school."
Song Yutang's eyelids twitched, and he quickly held him down. "No. Just keep the money you donated to the building and use it for him to do serious things in the future."
The old man glared. "But with his score, you can't understand it if you study abroad seriously, right? What good school can you go to in the college entrance examination?"
Song Yutang didn't answer, but took out the physics test paper and spread it in front of him. "Look at this."
The old man lowered his head and looked -
Physics: 100 points.
The bright red 100 points stung his eyes. "This... is this from Boyan?"
Song Yutang pointed at the bright red number. "Otherwise? Didn't you realize that he got a perfect score in physics?"
The old man was stunned.
The person in charge of the education team quickly answered, "Yes, yes, the young lady is right. The young master is indeed very talented in physics. The fact that he can get full marks for this difficulty level shows that his logical thinking ability and understanding ability are very strong. Our team just discussed that if the young master If the young master is willing to go in the direction of physics, he can focus on training. For example, participate in physics competitions, take the strong foundation plan or the recommendation route. Top universities have special channels for talents with such partial subjects. As long as other subjects are not a hindrance, physics alone is very promising."
The old man's eyes lit up. "Seriously?"
The person in charge determined. "Of course. Every year, many candidates who are serious about partial subjects are admitted to prestigious schools based on their performance in single subject competitions. With the young master's foundation, if he is carefully cultivated for a year or two, there is absolutely hope."
Song Yutang turned to Jiang Boyan: "Didn't you say that your grades are not bad and you are confident that you can learn well? You are too..."
Jiang Boyan shrank his neck and said in a voice like a mosquito, "When I was in junior high school, my academic performance was really good... Later, when I went to high school, there were always troubles at home. Especially after I transferred to another school, those grandsons bullied me, blocking me, beating me, and causing trouble every day. Rumors said that I was a pervert and peeked into the women's restroom, slandered me for stealing class fees, peed in my food, and burned my hair with a lighter... It was really hard for me to concentrate on my studies. I was able to learn physics well because Teacher Zhang protected me every time..."