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Ningmeng came to the school by car. During the morning class, Teacher Gong called Ningmeng out.

Yesterday, Teacher Gong, who was hesitant about Ningmeng’s grade skipping, had no definite answer, but today she told Ningmeng that the school had passed her application for skipping grades, and even asked her which class she would like to go to in her third year of high school.

Obviously listening to Teacher Gong's opinion yesterday, skipping a level is a very troublesome thing, and it seems that Ning Meng's guardian has to sign and confirm, etc., but now, there is no need for anything, so I agree.

Ningmeng knew that Xin Xi must have given the school enough benefits to allow the school to give her such a great convenience.

There is still less than two months before the college entrance examination. The teaching materials for the third year have already been taught, and even the review has entered the final stage.

Teacher Gong looked at Ningmeng, rather worried.

I was afraid that Ningmeng had a bad mentality when she failed the final exam, which would damage this good student.

"Where can I go to any class? Where can I get the textbooks for the second and third year of high school? Where can I teach the tuition?" Ningmeng asked.

"I'll take you."

Under Teacher Gong's personal leadership, within ten minutes, Ningmeng paid the fee and collected all the books for the second and third year of high school.

Although Teacher Gong asked which class Ningmeng was going to go to, in fact, all the class teachers in the third year did not want to accept her.

Even if Ningmeng's academic performance is very good, she is only a freshman after all, and she has never studied the content of the second and third year of high school.

Asking her to take the college entrance examination is simply lowering the admission rate of the school and even the class.

The class acceptance rate is closely related to the bonuses of class teachers.

Almost every class teacher in high school went to the principal to protest this morning, but they were all rejected by the principal and the protest was invalid.

Moreover, since they don't want Ningmeng as a student, let Ningmeng pick them. It's always fair.

So there is a question like this now.

But Ningmeng actually said casually, which undoubtedly kicked the ball back again.

Teacher Gong looked a little helpless: "You should pick one."

Ningmeng blinked and looked at Teacher Gong's expression, suddenly wondering something: "Then go to Class 113."

113.

Teacher Gong almost fainted.

This is the worst class in the third grade of the experimental middle school, and the school teachers are also laissez-faire in this class.

Ningmeng actually said to go here now...

Teacher Gong sincerely suggested: "Would you like not to change it again?"

"No, just this class." Ning Meng's tone was calm.

When Teacher Gong finally brought Ningmeng to the class teacher of Class 113, he looked at Ningmeng’s gaze as if he was looking at a fallen future schoolmaster. When he left, he did not forget to make the last stay: "If you don’t adapt to the third year of high school. You can come back at any time during the course."

"Okay, thank you Teacher Gong." Ningmeng nodded to her.

After Teacher Gong left, what Ningmeng had to face was the class teacher of Class 113.

The head teacher of Class 113 is also a male teacher, and he looks very young, probably in his twenties, with a crisp appearance and a gentle personality.

He did not reject the arrival of Ningmeng, but he was not very enthusiastic.

He took away the pile of books that Teacher Gong had just put on the table, and then took Ningmeng to Class 113.

Ningmeng chose a corner seat.

Although the classmates were a little curious about Ningmeng's arrival, they didn't bother too much.

Although their grades are not good, the time for the college entrance examination is imminent, and they are also under pressure.

Not only did Ningmeng intervene halfway through, but he was also two years younger than them. Everyone turned to look at Ningmeng for a few moments, and then continued to focus on their questions.

Ningmeng is very satisfied with this situation.

However, Ningmeng suddenly changed from high school to high school graduates, but a tornado blew up in the school.

The first and second high school students are basically discussing this matter, some are optimistic about Ningmeng, and some feel that Ningmeng is proud and complacent, waiting to see her failing the college entrance examination and watching jokes.

Wen Yanpeng also knew about this.

He sat in his seat, and the male classmates who usually played well with him sat around him, all talking about this matter:

"Then Bai Ningmeng actually applied to skip a grade, and she was still in class 113. She was just looking for death."

"Yes, no matter how good the results are, it won't be so arrogant."

"How do you know that people are arrogant rather than self-confident? In case they jump into the dragon gate, your face will be swollen."

"Hahahahaha, if she can pass, it will definitely be on the news."

"Go go, don't talk about people behind your back like a girl. Brother, how about we go down to play?"

"Go ahead, my head hurts a bit." Wen Yanpeng, who had not spoken, raised his hand to support his head.

"Ah, headache? Do you want us to help you go to the infirmary to see?" The younger brother immediately stepped forward to show his loyalty.

"No, you go. I'll lie down for a while." Wen Yanpeng waved his hand.

"Well, buddy, if you have something to do, you can let someone go down and call us."

Seeing that Wen Yanpeng didn't want to go or talk, the male classmates walked out of the classroom together.

It was just that after they left, the person who had said that they had a headache immediately put down the hand that was holding his head.

Wen Yanpeng lowered his head and reached out and pulled out a book from the desk.

Most of this semester has passed, but his book is still brand new, and he didn't even write a name.

The power and status of the Wen family made Wen Yanpeng not worried about his future after he grew up, and he never worried about his academic problems.

He has never cared about reading. He also spends three days fishing and two days surfing the net in class, and he turns in blank papers every time he takes an exam.

Wen Yanpeng had always been indifferent before, and even thought it was a bit cool.

But when he turned his head down and turned the book, and knew him by the words on it, but he didn't understand the content of the book, Wen Yanpeng felt his mediocrity and incompetence for the first time.

He tried to understand the meaning of the topics, but he had never listened to the class seriously, let alone high school topics, even junior high school topics, it might be a little difficult for him.

I have to hire a tutor.

No, it's not just one, it's one subject.

Wen Yanpeng said to himself in his heart.

...

For Ningmeng, the time when Xin Xi was not around flies very slowly.

But fortunately, she has learning to kill time.

Although Ningmeng has an unforgettable skill, it has a great effect on the liberal arts, and it is not so effective for science.

The most effective way is to try to brush the questions and brush all kinds of questions after gnawing through those textbooks.

In this kind of busy life, time is as fast as the stream of light.

When Ningmeng really relaxes, it is already after the college entrance examination.

Yu Hao stood outside the school gate waiting for her, and standing with Yu Hao, there was another slender figure.