Dressed as the favorite of the three villain brothers

"Have you heard of the rocket class?" Feng Youkang chatted with Cen Nanqi as they walked.

"I heard from my brother." Cen Nanqi nodded and replied.

"Well, your brother..." Feng Youkang thought of something, and looked at Cen Nanqi with a smile, "Both of you brothers and sisters are very good."

Feng Youkang sighed, this is someone else's child.

"Our school plans to conduct an experiment. After passing this exam, we will select 3 students from among you to study in the rocket class for a week."

"Let you experience the atmosphere inside."

"The formal ones have to wait for you to take three mock exams at the end of the midterm and final semester after you have selected subjects and classes in the next semester of high school. Select the top 2% to 3% of the total number of students."

"The [-]% to [-]% selected will enter the preparatory class. During the study process of the second year of high school, they may be squeezed out at any time. Generally speaking, being squeezed out is equivalent to being eliminated. Maybe go back again, the rest of the people have to pass a series of tests before they can enter the rocket class, but..."

We have an agreement with your brother, you have passed the test and are our default member.

Although this is just a mock exam, you can't see anything, but this is the successor of that, and teachers like them know what Mr. He's students represent. Besides, Cen Nanqi is really good at studying.

The full score may not be the limit of Cen Nanqi, but the limit of rolling noodles.

Since the level of character and morality has fallen into the eyes of Mr. He, they are at ease. As Cen Nanqi's class teacher, he can see clearly.

This child doesn't cause trouble but is not afraid of trouble. With the protection of the identity of the Bo family, if he is allowed to develop, he will definitely not be a thing in the pool.

Feng Tangdun didn't say these words, fearing that it would sharpen Cen Nanqi's hard work, but raised his hand to pat Cen Nanqi's shoulder and said earnestly: "Nanqi, you have to keep going."

The incident with Yuan Moli was fought for by Bo Zhixun, and the school compensated Cen Nanqi. If Bo Zhixun just won an opportunity, then Cen Nanqi completely grasped this opportunity.

First grade?Old He's student?

For Cen Nanqi, this was just the case.

The evening breeze came and the branches swayed slightly. Cen Nanqi looked at the night outside in a daze. Hearing Feng Youkang's words and feeling the weight of his shoulders, he came back to his senses, nodded obediently, and followed Feng Tangdou's footsteps to a large classroom .

In the classroom, there are two standing teachers, a student who is sleeping on his stomach, and a student who is sitting in a regular manner.

"Old Guan and Old Yu." Feng Tangdun greeted, patted Cen Nanqi on the back, and Cen Nanqi obediently called the teachers hello.

"Tsk, this temperament is different from her brother at first glance." Teacher Yu joked aloud.

The mathematics teacher in the third year of high school looked at Cen Nanqi, with a kind of cheerful expression on his usually rigid face.

His proud student promised him to participate in the competition, hey, he got another award, it doesn't matter if the award is not a bonus, the main reason is to win honor for the school.

"You are the top three in this mock exam." Lao Guan stood on the podium, looked at the three people below, and began to speak.

Qi Feng also woke up, propping his head up and looking at the podium with a disgusted expression.

Sitting in the middle is the well-behaved girl wearing black-rimmed glasses. At this moment, she is staring at the podium seriously, as if she is in class.

Cen Nanqi sat on the right hand side of the girl, and Feng Dundun told her a few words before going back with another teacher named Lao Yu.

There were only the three of them left in the big classroom, um... and the teacher who invigilated her math on the podium last time.

Listening to the teacher on the podium continue to talk about the opening history of the first rocket class to the nth rocket class, Cen Nanqi couldn't help but feel a little sleepy.

She believes that learning is nothing more than self-reliance, a good environment is supplemented, and self-learning is the main thing.

So she is not so yearning for the so-called rocket class, just let it be.

For people with strong self-control, the quality of the learning environment does not affect anything.

She still remembers that when she was in school, she took her nerdy roommate to KTV to relax, good guys and they were singing K, but her roommate was memorizing English words without any influence.

Just as Cen Nanqi raised his hand to cover his furtive yawn, the girl in the middle suddenly raised her hand, as if answering a question in class, and Cen Nanqi's half-yawned yawn abruptly stopped.

"Do you have any questions?" The third-year math teacher looked at the girl in the middle and asked.

"That's right... are we going to learn the knowledge of the third year of high school all at once?" The girl raised her hand and asked.

"Just to experience it for a week. According to my understanding of your course progress, the next week will be about some basic content. Since you are ranked in the top three of the grade, I believe you should have previewed this during the summer vacation. It's a book." The mathematics teacher of the third year of high school replied unhurriedly.

"The rocket class is no better than other classes. It will always be rewarding. If you don't want to go, you can apply with me not to go."

Can we not go?

Cen Nanqi's eyes lit up a little.

Going there means seeing the third brother all the time, and she has to eat sweets secretly. Besides, according to the third brother's keen energy, it is inconvenient for her to do anything.

After all, it is not free.

Thinking of this, Cen Nanqi raised his hand, and said sincerely under the surprised gazes of the girl and the third-year math teacher: "Teacher, I can't apply."

High school math teacher: "..."

High school math teacher: "Your application is invalid."

The math teacher in the third year of high school ignored Cen Nanqi's stunned expression, and said with a serious expression: "The first grade must go."

Who said that the two brothers and sisters are not alike, the rocket class, where others spend money and money, is just like playing in the eyes of their brothers and sisters.

Qi Feng turned his head to look at the girl whose total score was only 1.5 points higher than his, as if he was still a little shocked by Uncle's rejection.

(Qi Feng is uncle and nephew to the mathematics teacher in the third year of high school.)

"Okay." Cen Nanqi withdrew his hand, thinking in his heart: If I knew it earlier, I would have taken second place in the exam, no, I missed a class, how could I still be the first? ?

Cen Nanqi was slightly puzzled.

Other students: Please, we haven't covered some knowledge, the teacher is crazy, and asked questions that haven't been covered yet! !

Here comes the benefit of previewing...

"Tomorrow morning, gather here at 06:30, and I will take you to the classroom."

"Qi Feng is the team leader. After a week of study, write me a 2000-word study impression." The third-year math teacher said with a straight face.

As soon as these words came out, Cen Nanqi stayed where he was.

Paws, do you want to write a small composition? !

Qi Feng looked at the girl who was eager to try, and Cen Nanqi who was in great contrast with her, somehow, it was a little funny.