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— Did you finish your homework yet?

— Yeah. We turned them in, and now they ___________.

A. are grading B. are graded

C. are being graded D. have graded

【解析】

试题分析：考查动词的时态。句意：你们的功课做完了吗？当然了，我们交上去了，现在正在评分呢？根据语境和时间状语now 可知这个动作正在进行，故选C项。

考点 : 考查动词的时态

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