Study Monster Cultivation System

Although the situation was tense, the class still had to go on. For the average score, for good seats, for territory, for the snow. Tang Zhifei, Li Zheng, Lin Yujing, and Jiang Qinghua, all quickly adjusted their states. While passing around model essays, Tang Zhifei's mouth didn't stop. "The topic of this essay is a variant of last year's Shanghai college entrance exam question." "'Prediction.' "'Prediction is a pre-judgment about the future based on existing knowledge.'" "'Some people are happy to accept predictions, while others are not.'" "'Please write an article to discuss your thoughts.' "Make up your own title, no less than 800 words." "First, let's praise Liu Xin for not writing a poem this time. The teacher thanks you." In the familiar laughter, Liu Xin scratched his head familiarly. There's no helping it. Flowing teachers, iron-clad Liu Xin, it always had to be him. But Teacher Xiao Tang was different. His teasing made everyone happy. "Come on, let's first examine the topic." "The keyword is clear right upfront - prediction." "As long as the essay revolves around this, it won't be off-topic." "Therefore, this essay is very easy and has a lot of room for creativity." "Our class's performance has improved a lot, and once they start brainstorming, everyone is very talented." "Here, we need to especially praise Liu Xin. This is genuine praise." Tang Zhifei nodded and smiled at Liu Xin, "Liu Xin wrote a narrative essay this time, titled 'Lottery Predictor,' telling the story of his uncle predicting the lottery. The language is vivid, humorous, with a bit of satire, and ends on a positive note. While grading the essay, it felt like watching a comedy movie; I laughed several times. If it weren't for the numerous typos and poor handwriting, this essay would have definitely scored over 50 points." "Ah..." Liu Xin was completely stunned, "Teacher Tang... you are really praising me?" "Really, really. Your talent is pure, but it's overshadowed by your chicken-scratch handwriting." Tang Zhifei nodded repeatedly, "However, narrative essays are risky. This time you happened to experience something relevant and could write it vividly. In actual exams, you may not have such good luck. In the future, you should practice argumentative essays more." "Practice!! Practice!!" Liu Xin hugged Li Zheng's shoulder, almost crying. "Brother Li... I... I think I'm in love." "Get lost." "Additionally, Li Zheng," Tang Zhifei turned to look at Li Zheng, "Your argumentative essay was also excellent. However, this direction was very risky. When I saw your title, I started to panic." "'Nation's Game - The Arrow of Prediction Beyond the Light Cone.' Wow! The students also started to panic. What the heck is this? Tang Zhifei also wiped his sweat. "Really, the teacher panicked when seeing that." "Every word made me anxious." "You even incorporated some physics concepts, which were barely understandable." "Your main idea was that the nation's game is unpredictable. Individuals should not be limited by blind predictions but should strive hard to achieve ideal results." "The argument itself was fine." "The problem was your supporting evidence." "As a high school essay, writing about such topics is very risky." "The grading teacher will feel like they're being lectured." "My suggestion is to narrow down your view, avoid discussing national fortune-level topics." "Focus on personal struggles, even workplace struggles." "I'm sorry, but I can only give you 30 points this time." Li Zheng nodded in acceptance. This time, he indeed couldn't resist. The topic was too tempting; he wanted to fully explore it. 30 points was a good outcome. Next time he felt the urge to go wild, he would remember this tragic score. Tang Zhifei didn't dwell longer and turned to Lin Yujing. "Finally, here's the recently distributed model essay, Lin Yujing's expository essay." "Usually, we don't use expository essays as models." "But this time, she really excelled." "All the grading teachers gave it full marks." The whole class turned to look at Lin Yujing again. In awe. The redness in Lin Yujing's face had barely faded, only to burn up again. She hurriedly buried her face, squeezing her legs together. Being selected as a model essay seemed especially embarrassing. Li Zheng couldn't help but be interested, picking up the freshly passed-around copy to read. The title was 'Her Voyage,' discussing a probe named Voyager 1 and how it left the Solar System. Not to mention anything else, just the clean and crisp penmanship itself was worth 50 points. So saying "handwriting reflects personality" was indeed nonsense. Looking at this elegant and lively handwriting, who would have thought the writer was such a stingy and selfish person. Moving on to the text. Last century, scientists predicted based on orbits and found that 1977 was an excellent astronomical opportunity. At that time, Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, and Neptune were all on the same side of the Sun. If a satellite were launched then, it could use the gravitational slingshot effect, leveraging the gravity of these four planets one by one to gain extraordinary thrust. Thus, for the first time, a man-made satellite would be sent out of the Solar System. Under the scientists' precise calculations, Voyager 1, carrying a golden record, was launched. In the following years, it danced a ballet-like dance with these four planets before parting ways. Finally, it would carry humanity's greetings, heading towards the infinite, unpredictable cosmos. Humans control predictions but are infatuated with the unknown. The expository essay ascended to a higher realm. Originally a hard science essay, it turned into a romantic dance under her pen, a dance of precise prediction in science to the millisecond. Even Li Zheng had to admit, it was more readable than many articles in 'Sci-Fi World.' Damn it. Reading 'Sci-Fi World' regularly really could improve essay scores. She had beaten him, how frustrating. Li Zheng looked up unwillingly, only to find Lin Yujing peeking at him through the gap of her arm. Was she waiting for feedback from a fellow sci-fi fan? Li Zheng glanced at the paper again. The expository essay had the flavor of a prose essay. This literary grace, really unbeatable. Li Zheng nodded, "I'll help you submit it to 'Sci-Fi World.'" "!" Scratching the desk. "No?" Li Zheng had to put the paper away, "Then I'll copy it 20 times, your literary grace will be mine." "???" At this moment, the classroom door suddenly opened a crack. Without any warning, a captivating head poked in. It was Sun Xiubin again. "The new student's paperwork is done, is now a good time?" she asked Tang Zhifei. "Sure, come on in." With a gesture, a girl wearing a dress and little leather shoes bounded in. With medium-length hair that looked carefree. Wearing a mischievous smile, and appearing cute. She bowed to greet Tang Zhifei, then turned to the class, raising her right hand, winking like she was posing for a selfie. "Hi, everyone, I'm Zhang Xiaoke. I'm average at studies, like anime, and am happy to join Class Four of the second year~" With that, she silly stuck out her tongue and threw a mischievous smile at the class.