第24部分(第2/7 页)

lied　indifferently。　“Never　think　how　great　you　are；　to　be　honest；　I　h*en’t　seen　anyone　whose　score　isn’t　100！”

This　conversation　was　like　thunder　in　a　sunny　day；　which　stuck　through　my　proud　bubble�like　heart。

Gradually　the　result　was　revealed；　that　there　were　more　than　20　“100”　in　our　class　and　the　majority　was　higher　than　90　while　none　of　us　was　under　70。　That　was　a　splendid　result；　Niobe　admitted；　and　our　high　level　forced　her　to　a　dilemma。　Since　“the　native” （students　from　the　junior　high　school）　in　HSFZ　had　already　learnt　all　the　math　for　senior　1　and　mastered　the　knowledge　quite　well；　continuing　teaching　math　for　senior　1　seemed　to　be　a　waste　of　time。　On　the　other　hand；　the　other　students　came　from　other　schools　had　only　learnt　the　knowledge　on　their　own　instead　of　being　taught　by　teachers；　so　that　they　couldn’t　use　the　new　knowledge　to　solve　problems　freely。　How　could　one　teacher　meet　the　different　requirement　of　speed？　“The　native”　claimed　that　another　teacher　should　be　cast　to　teach　them　at　a　higher　speed　and　joked　that　they　want　Dean　（a　student　who　is　talented　at　math）　to　be　their　captain。　Of　course；　Niobe　wouldn’t　agree　with　their　ridiculous　whimsy；　because　once　doing　so　and　if　they　failed　to　keep　a　priority　in　study　to　other　classes　（that　seemed　had　became　a　tradition　that　each　“class　1”　is　bound　to　be　the　best　by　logic）；　Niobe　was　the　one　who　had　to　shoulder　the　responsibility。

Glorious　defeat（1）

Monday；　September　24；　2007

An　annual　important　event　came　unexpectedly：　the　HSFZ　school　wide　petitions　of　table　tennis　and　badminton。　Each　class　should　form　as　one　team　to　pete。　The　event　made　the　students　in　our　class　act　with　undue　hurry　and　confusion。　The　reason　why　we　were　in　such　a　haste　is　that　there　are　only　7　girls　in　our