The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

Sansha came out of the examination room dejectedly. In the past half month, they had been influenced by Wen Shao. They were forced to read a little book, but they neither treated the symptoms nor the root cause. After barely filling in a few blanks, they could only compete with the test papers. Staring little eyes.

Test paper: What about Nima, can you understand if you can?

Three Idiots: Who are you looking down on? can't read! But it fills up!

After all, it is Chinese language, and being able to write it fully is the greatest respect.

The three of them finished writing the first composition in their lives, and it felt quite strange, yes, inexplicably strange.

It was baffling to ask him to write eight hundred words in one autumn.

When Wen Shao heard their complaints, he was touched in his heart. He obviously had a restless temper, but just because he wanted to study hard, these few had to bite the bullet and share the same pain, which was kind of silly and cute (Three Idiots: No, this is loyalty!).

Young friendship is so pure, no wonder they later offended Pan Yichen for his original identity.

Although the original person's wish had nothing to do with them, Wen Shao, who had received all the original person's memories and emotions, could clearly feel that the original person felt guilty for them. In this case, it would be helpful if he could help a little bit.

After all, whether the mission progress can reach 100% perfection, the evaluation of the original body is crucial.

If Chinese language in the morning brings them pain level of 1, then mathematics in the afternoon will directly increase their pain level.

I can’t understand it, and I can’t even fill it in.

Seeing Wen Shao, who had left the examination room earlier than them, they all agreed that Wen Shao had messed up. During the meal, the conversation moved to other places, and they were already wondering in private which place they would arrange for healing if Wen Shao failed in the examination.

The second year of high school was divided into liberal arts and science subjects, and the four exams ended in two days, and the heavy atmosphere finally eased.

The teachers were extremely fast. They posted the results in just two days. The first thing to be updated was the newspaper column on the first floor. On the second section, the newly updated grade results were posted. Six hundred people’s grades were posted. The results are clear at a glance.

The newspaper column was crowded with people. Their monthly exam scores were related to their class affiliation next month, so they had to take it seriously.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the people in Class 16. The classroom is noisy and is not affected by the outside world.

San Shao didn't dare to look at the results, but secretly looked at Wen Shao, who was looking at ease. In the crowd of three, San Shao was typing frantically.

Deng Shangwei: Has the venue been decided yet?

Ning Yukai: Don’t worry, it’s okay.

Zhao Yang: What if the boss’s family locks him up?

Hit the nail on the head, and San Sha was dejected.

In this circle, they are used to parents who are resolute and decisive. Once they discipline their children, their iron-blooded tactics are frightening.

Wen Shao is no better than them. He is the sole heir of two family businesses. If his family is really determined to teach him well, they might send him abroad and prevent him from wandering around the country.

Thinking of F4 falling apart in the future, San Sha couldn't help but feel sad.

Zhao Yang: Who is going to go down and check the results?

Zhao Yang: By the way, what is the goal set by the boss’s family? Maybe he can achieve it.

Ning Yukai: I don’t know, why don’t you ask.

Zhao Yang: I won’t go.

Deng Shangwei: I won’t go either.

Ugh……

Sansha sighed tacitly, and successfully attracted Wen Shao, who was immersed in his own world: "What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's okay."

Sansha glanced at the "Strange Stories" in Wen Shao's hand and sighed again.

Boss, oh boss, I read a few textbooks in the past two days when I was working hard, but now I can’t even pretend to be pretending. It’s really worrying.

Wen Shao slowly turned over another page of the book in his hand and said funnyly: "What's going on? I heard that the test results are out? Did you go and see it? Did you fail the test?"

"No, no, no, not out!" They hurriedly shook their heads in denial.

"Really?" Wen Shao raised his eyebrows, "There's a lot of noise outside, and you still say it's not happening."

Outside?

Sansha was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked out the window. At some point, there were many people standing outside the window of Class 16, discussing something animatedly. It was just that their class was too noisy, so they didn't notice it.

Before they could figure out the situation, the head teacher walked in with an arrogant pace, like a proud big rooster.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Now I have good news to tell you." Duan Guangping, the head teacher, raised the grade book in his hand and was very happy.

He had not been teaching for long, otherwise he would not have been assigned to teach such a difficult class.

The young man has not yet become a bald old man, his working hours are still short, and his original intention of embarking on the path of education has not been forgotten. At this moment, his eyes are shining when he looks at Wen Shao.

He didn't expect that the toughest big brother in the class would give him such a big surprise!

However, the students below Duan Guangping could not empathize with Duan Guangping's surprise. They reluctantly raised their heads and gave him a look, and then continued to do their own things. Sleep when they should, be in a daze when they should, and be black when they should be...

Most of the students below would never be sitting here if it weren't for their family's order to cut off their pocket money if they dared to skip classes - the biggest requirement from their families is that they can stay at school peacefully. .

"Quiet! Look at me!" Duan Guangping was successfully angered. Now was the time when his enthusiasm for educating people was at its peak. He seemed to have completely forgotten that the following were rich second generations that he could not afford to offend.

The rich second generation gave him another look and whispered: "Did the old man take the wrong medicine?"

Duan Guangping had a terrible headache, but the next moment, Wen Shao said: "Quiet."

The students who were originally in a commotion suddenly calmed down. The boss of F4, the school tyrant, was a top-notch person even among the rich second generation and could not be offended.

As soon as it was quiet inside, the voices of the group of watching students outside became louder. Fortunately, the next second the class bell rang, and the people outside dispersed.

This class teacher really doesn't have any dignity at all.

Duan Guangping's inner villain was biting his handkerchief, and he said seriously: "Wen Shao, a classmate in our class, ranked first in the whole grade in this monthly exam."

He announced the big news directly without any pretense.

As soon as he finished speaking, the students below all looked at him dumbly. To use a sentence from a primary school student's composition, it was: It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground.

Duan Guangping was proud, were you scared, demo?

He completely forgot that when he just got the transcript, he sat on the chair for three minutes!

"Fuck!!!"

The first one to break out the quintessence of Chinese culture was Zhao Yang, followed by a series of quintessences of Chinese culture in the class, like setting off firecrackers.