He gave me the same answer ________ he gave you.

1. A.
   that
2. B.
   like
3. C.
   which
4. D.
   as

He gave me the same answer ________ he gave you.

[    ]

A. that   B. like   C. which   D. as

[　　]

A． that 　　　B． like　　　C． which　　　D． as

通读下面短文，掌握其大意，然后在各题所给的A，B，C，D四个选项中，选出一个最佳答案。
When I entered Berkeley, I hoped to earn a scholarship．Having been a Straight-A student，I believed I could 36 tough subjects and really learn something. One such course was World Literature given by Professor Jayne．I was extremely interested in the ideas he 37 in class．
When I took the first exam，I was 38  to find a 77，C-plus, on my test paper, 39 English was my best subject，I went to Professor Jayne, who listened to my arguments but remained 40．
I decided to try harder, although I didn’t know what that  41 because school had always been easy for me．I read the books more carefully, but got another 77. Again，I  42 with Professor Jayne．Again，he listened patiently but wouldn’t change his  43．
One more test before the final exam．One more  44  to improve my grade．So I redoubled my efforts and for the first time 45  the meaning of the word "thorough”. But my 46 did no good and everything 47 as before.
The last hurdle (障碍) was the final．No matter what 48  I got, it wouldn’t cancel three C-pluses．I might as well kiss the  49  goodbye．
I stopped working hard．I felt I knew the course material as well as I ever would．The night before the final，I even 50 myself to a movie．The next day I decided for once I'd have 51 with a test．
A week later, I was surprised to find I got an A．I hurried into Professor Jayne's office. He 52 to be expecting me．“If I gave you the As you 53，you wouldn’t continue to work as hard．
I stared at him，54 that his analysis and strategy were correct. I had worked my head 55, as I had never done before．
I was speechless when my course grade arrived：A-Plus．It was the only A-plus given．The next year I received my scholarship．I've always remembered Professor Jayne’s lesson：you alone must set your own standard of excellence．

I’d been proud that I’d never lost my cellphone until my husband Jack got a call one evening.
We went to visit a friend in hospital last year. When Jack’s  36  rang, it was my mother calling from my  37 . She asked if I had  38  my mobile. I checked my purse. It was  39 !
I used Jack’s phone to call my number. Then a boy, whom I’ll call Rhys,  40  it. “I found your phone!” he said, excitedly. “I have been trying to find you, but  41  it was getting late, I decided to leave.” He gave me the address of a  42  near his home.
Later that evening, I went to  43  him there. I didn’t dare to go  44 , worrying this was some cheater. So Jack came along. After  45  10km, we got to the coffee shop which Rhys  46 .
My  47  were gone. Rhys was just a young boy. “How did you  48  my mum?” I asked. He  49  that when he found my mobile by the roadside, he started calling people in my list of contacts. But all they  50  was my mobile phone number—which didn’t    51  . He’d called many names, starting with the letter A. Finally he got Adam, one of my friends, who  52  my house.
I was  53  to get my phone back with all the contacts, messages and photos I could have lost for ever. I was so  54  to Rhys and offered him some money, but he  55 .
As we drove back, we praised Rhys for his honesty.