My grades are among the best in my class. Today, the teacher asked us to take the exam again. I thought to myself: I, a "math genius", take a small test paper just like Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts-a piece of cake. The teacher handed out the test paper. I just glanced at it, and then I wrote it with a brush. In a short time, it was done. In the third class in the afternoon, when I handed out the test paper, I was poured with a pot of cold water, which made me cool from head to toe, because I got only 85 points in the exam. I walked back with heavy steps, thinking: Go back and eat shredded pork with bamboo shoots, which is indispensable. Forget it, don't stop until you do it. Let's hide it. I went home for dinner as if nothing had happened.

The next day, I will hand in my test paper as soon as I get to school. I think, oh, no, I didn't sign it yesterday. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I quickly took out my test paper and imitated my father's signature. The more I write, the better. Finally imitate my signature. I thought the imitation was vivid, so I handed it in, but it was still seen by the teacher's critical eyes. Let me copy a math book. If you don't want to copy, you can't copy, so you have to bite the bullet and copy.

The exam is coming in a few days, and the students on the side are complaining again. It's only a few days before the exam. As soon as I got the test paper, I found that I had copied all the questions and kept writing. I got 100 this time.

Although I brought this on myself, I am still optimistic about it.