The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

After a while, the class bell rang, and the language test came.

At this time, the originally noisy classroom gradually quieted down. Standing on the podium was a slightly fat girl with pigtails, who was Zhu Yubing, the representative of the Chinese class.

She was holding a stack of test papers in her hand, and was counting the papers of each group. After counting, she distributed them to each group. The people in the front row took them and passed them to the people at the back table.

In the classroom, the sound of passing test papers rang out.

Jiang Chen took the Chinese test paper that Caihua passed on, handed one to An Yimo, kept one for himself, and then handed the remaining two to the two sons sitting behind.

After everyone got the test papers, there was no sound in the classroom, even the previous whispers disappeared.

Jiang Chen spread out the test paper, the first big question was an essay question, and that article was a logic article, very boring.

Jiang Chen quickly browsed through it, but didn't see anything in a daze, he didn't know anything about exposition and proof materials.

But for the six questions at the beginning of the Chinese paper, he didn't want to use the usual method at all. Instead, he tore up four small balls of paper with A, B, C, and D written in them.

Then shake it in the palm of your hand, like shaking a dice, lightly throw it on the table, take a ball of paper according to your intuition, and open it.

"C, just choose it."

When it comes to the article of the novel story, Jiang Chen read it with gusto, the story is fascinating and full of ups and downs.

Jiang Chen just watched, completely forgetting the Chinese teacher's instruction in class, when reading the article, he should circle the main characters and some key places, it will be helpful for answering the questions later.

After answering the multiple-choice questions, there is a short essay question.

These questions change the soup but not the medicine, just those few question types, if you master those answer templates, you can get twice the result with half the effort.

These words are often said by the Chinese teacher in class, but Jiang Chen didn't listen and didn't know.

After turning the pen a dozen times on his right hand, he couldn't write a single word.

So, he turned his head slightly, glanced at An Yimo and her answer sheet.

At this time, An Yimo had already written the second question of the brief introduction of the novel.

The answering speed is a bit faster than Jiang Chen's. You must know that there are not many people in the class who are faster than Jiang Chen in answering questions.

Because other people rely on their brains, Jiang Chen doesn't need that stuff, multiple-choice questions are all based on throwing small balls of paper, if God opens his eyes, then he can get a few more multiple-choice questions right, so his answering speed is much faster batch.

An Yimo, this girl can't be a top student, can she?
Jiang Chen looked at the words in her pen, graceful and handsome, to use the mantra of a turtle.

Sen is the sparrow pecking at the buttocks of the cow-the sparrow eats the cow.

When I was in elementary school, Future responded to the call of the Chinese teacher,
It is very useful to speak words like a person, and to write good words.

So he bought some copybooks and came back to practice.

But it's all three days of fishing and two days of drying the net.

Later, I don't know where the copybook was thrown.

Therefore, although Jiang Chen's current handwriting is not like a ghost drawing talisman that he can't recognize, it can't be called good-looking.

Let's just say it's not ugly.

Jiang Chen admired An Yimo's beautiful handwriting, and at the same time glanced at her answer.

Maybe it is the appearance of Pharaoh in the novel that promotes the development of the story, or what deepens the theme of the novel, and hints at some theme.

Inspired by An Yimo's answer, Jiang Chen also wrote a few lines on the blank answer sheet.

When he got to the classical Chinese text, Jiang Chen read it several times, but he couldn't understand it. It was comparable to reading English reading questions.

The same is true for the title of the ancient poem. I can’t understand it even if I read it. I don’t know what the poet wants to express, but the title just wants us to write a certain sentence to express the poet’s emotion.

Jiang Chen thought to himself,

Maybe the other poet just wrote it indiscriminately, and I guess he wouldn't get full marks if he answered it himself.

Not long after, Jiang Chen answered some random questions, probably filling the blank answer sheet with words.

That's it.

Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, although he didn't know what he had written on the post, but the Chinese teacher said that he would rather write casually than hand in a blank paper.

Jiang Chen looked up and scanned the classroom, most of the students were still writing with their heads down, only two or three students in some corners were either staring out the window in a daze, planning the development of Jiang City.

Either come up with educational readings such as story clubs, youth digests, etc.

Jiang Chen found that almost no one read youthful essays, or read them crazily.

He remembered that when he was in junior high school, these two types of books were very popular.

But it seems that as soon as I entered high school, these two types of books disappeared all of a sudden, and were replaced by Youth Digest.

Jiang Chen turned his head to check the condition of the two sons, there was no need to guess, as expected, the turtle was reading a novel, Cheng Ke was beating the king, this kid clamored to become the king within a week, but he didn't know if he did.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen smiled knowingly, as expected of his two sons, with his demeanor of being a father.

Afterwards, Jiang Chen turned his head to look at the short-haired beautiful girl, the twilight hit her side face, covering her with a layer of brilliance, with a sense of holiness.

Like the lighting when the heroine appears in many youth movies, classrooms, seats, wearing headphones, dim light, and wind.

The bangs on the forehead fluttered gently with the breeze outside the window, the beautiful brows were slightly frowned, and the eyes as clear as a mountain stream were concentrating on looking at the paper on the table.

The rosy lips are pursed gently, the slender right hand is holding the pen tightly, but the pen has not been written yet, and the other white hand is playing with the few strands of black hair next to the left ear.

Hmm, I guess I ran into a problem.

But now this appearance is extremely cute, it really made Jiang Chen a little stunned.

Sure enough, it is true pleasure to see beautiful women in a happy mood on the Internet. This day, I am happy all the time.

But in the next moment, he turned his head away, he couldn't look any further, he would be easily killed if he was caught.

After lying on the table for a while, Jiang Chen took out the youth digest that he had finished reading in the drawer, turned to the issue of youth stories, and decided to read it again.

When you see the part in the story where the hero confesses to the heroine.

The boy shouts to the girl he has long admired on the grassland where the Malan flowers are flying.

"I like you!"

Then, the girl looked at the boy, and put her hands in front of her mouth like a trumpet, as if she wanted to use all her strength to cry out her long-held love.

"Me too, I like you too!"

Seeing the corners of Jiang Chen's mouth frantically raised here, he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

What the hell!It's too high, this damn sweet love.

Jiang Chen, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, felt something, turned his head slightly, and saw An Yimo, who had finished the test paper, looking at him, with some doubts and curiosity in her beautiful eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen quickly straightened his body, suppressed his smile, picked up the pen on the table, and then looked at the test paper seriously.

thought.

Although I am a scumbag, I am also a high-cold male god, high-cold!

These stories that only talk about love have no nutrition at all, they are simply boring!Never watch it again!