Quitting My Studies, ‘coz I Want to Date!

In a blink of an eye, on the day of the final exam, Yao Yi was still number one in the first exam room, and the place was familiar. She simply entered the examination room ten minutes before the exam, and Fu Chuan had already sat in her seat.

He pressed half of his face with one hand and looked out the window. The warm sun of winter cast on Fu Chuan's face, the light mottled but touching, and for a moment Yao Yi felt that his face was blind.

"Good morning." Yao Yi sat down and turned his head to say hello to Fu Chuan.

This is a habit her mother taught her since she was a child, and she must say hello to people she knows. Thanks to Yao's mother's tough rules, Yao Yi was not isolated in school.

A person who just immerses himself in studying and does not want to pay attention to others will not be pleasing, even if your grades are good, it is useless. They can find other people who have good grades and love to talk.

The student's world is so simple. The strongest cannot be fully respected. At the very least, communication is necessary.

"Yeah." Fu Chuan said casually, his eyes still staying outside the window.

The teacher who was opening the test paper raised his head and glanced at them. Didn't I hear that these two were not in harmony, why are they still talking?

For the first exam, Yao Yi's heart suddenly became nervous as never before. No matter whether other test papers are difficult or not, it makes no difference to her. Only the composition can determine the fate of her ranking.

The invigilator began to distribute the test papers, and Fu Chuan looked back at the people in the classroom. As soon as Yao sat in front of him, it was inevitable to see her back at first glance.

Fu Chuan suddenly remembered the day before yesterday that Yu Qingying, the monitor, ran in front of him with rain.

Very annoying.

Fu Chuan held a black pen with distinct fingers, and he was totally disgusted by what a squad leader had done.

As the squad leader, Yu Qingying, on behalf of the entire squad, asked Fu Chuan to work hard to win the first title, so that the squad would not be split up.

Using the so-called classmates' feelings as a request, but actually threatening to deal with Fu Chuan, he hated such careful thinking. No one in the capital would come to him to slander, but Yu Qingying used various means to test him over and over again.

But the one in front of him, all his thoughts were on his face. Suddenly, Fu Chuan didn't seem to be in that bad mood.

As soon as the test papers were issued, Yao Yi immediately struggled with writing, and she had to buy more time to study the following composition.

Fu Chuanduan sat in his seat, and it took a long time before he began to write, even the invigilator almost wanted to come forward to remind him.

This time the Chinese composition is much simpler, giving a clear theme, just follow his logic. Although Yao Yi was worried that he would be partial to the topic, it was easier than those who read pictures and write essays.

After thinking for a long time, in the last hour, Yao Yi began to write the composition topic. Fu Chuan at the back was still writing the first reading comprehension.

"You do it quickly, you didn't even write your composition. How can there be time later?" One of the invigilators who kept patrolling, noticed Fu Chuan's situation and urged in a low voice.

Fu Chuan didn't move. He still looked at his reading questions, and the teacher couldn't help reminding him again. Top-notch students are more rigid, value the rules more and more clearly. It is also common to report teachers.

In case the teacher influences other students' exams and is stabbed to the principal, it is not just a word of kindness that can solve the problem.

In the last ten minutes before handing in the paper, Fu Chuan's composition was only half written, just about 400 words.

Fu Chuan raised his head and glanced at the time, and simply stopped writing. Anyway, he couldn't finish writing. This paragraph can just be used as a conclusion.

Yao Yi was still immersed in nervously checking his composition for loopholes.

As soon as the bell rang, the invigilator immediately came to Yao Yi and put away her test paper. Then he picked up Fu Chuan's paper with an unclear look. His handwriting was beautiful and clear, but it was a pity that he only wrote half of the composition. This is the first time this happened in the first examination room.

Fu Chuan walked out of the examination room with a calm expression, unlike someone who hadn't finished writing his composition.

Yao Yi completed the next exam normally and successfully. As for the fact that Fu Chuan didn't finish writing the composition, it spread among the teachers. In order not to affect his exam, Zhou Hui held back in her heart for three days.

After finishing the exam, Zhou Hui immediately found Fu Chuan to talk.

"Fu Chuan, do you have any opinion on our class?" Zhou Hui's face is not very good, and now the whole grade is spreading that Fu Chuan has opinions on her Zhou Hui.

Fu Chuan shook his head: "No."

"Then why didn't the composition finish?" Zhou Hui had a toothache when she thought of it. Finally, the next class Yao Yi had such obvious weaknesses. Fu Chuan was able to achieve an overwhelming victory on this, but he gave up.

Now that the results have not come out, it is not that Zhou Hui has no confidence in Fu Chuan, but Yao Yi is too strong. Sometimes the teachers sat in the office and talked, and they were all in awe when they mentioned her.

Teachers of all subjects have read Yao Yi's answer sheet, and her answer seems to be copied to the same standard against the answer, sometimes with automatic correction function.

There was a fill-in-the-blank question in the math test last month. The teachers changed the test paper according to the answer. When the teacher saw Yao Yi's test paper when it was disassembled and assembled, it was not a perfect score. Looking at the fill-in-the-blank question carefully, I recalculated it with all math teachers and found that the answer was wrong. Yao Yi was right.

Zhou Hui took Fu Chuan for one semester, and she still knew him well. This boy is smart and he can learn everything quickly. But in terms of mind, Yao Yi is better.

It's just that Fu Chuan is a top-notch type in normal society, and Yao Yi is more suitable for research, focusing on certain aspects.

"If you can't write it, there will be no time to finish it." Fu Chuan wrote lightly.

"You... are you not dissatisfied with us yet?" Zhou Hui took a deep breath, "You are a student I have always been optimistic about, not to mention the consequences of this exam. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can tell me. You can't take your own **** your results!"

"Teacher, my grades were not very stable before." Fu Chuan interrupted Zhou Hui's speech, "The file is still at school, the teacher can check it."

Fu Chuan's previous junior high school grades, Zhou Hui, as the head teacher who accepted him, has naturally seen him a long time ago.

The results above are uneven, sometimes the first grade, sometimes not even a hundred. However, according to Zhou Hui's understanding, that was because Fu Chuan was sometimes unwilling to take the exam. He simply wrote the answer up without writing any steps, and the score dropped.

Zhou Hui wanted to say something, but Fu Chuan became impatient and found a reason casually: "I don't want to write when I'm feeling sick. There is no other reason."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Hui had no position to say. Fu Chuan's mother had called several times to talk about her son's body, so that Zhou Hui would always pay attention to it, so that nothing went wrong.

"You go back to the classroom first." Zhou Hui helplessly let him go.

When Fu Chuan entered the classroom, countless lights gathered on him. Others stared at him with resentment, thinking that he was responsible for the impending split of the first class.

Fu Chuan didn't care about this. He sat back in his seat and flipped through some of his books, and he was in good condition.

Yu Qingying didn't know why, she kept crying while sitting in front of her. Her friend sat beside her and coaxed quietly. There were also boys who deliberately pretended to be ugly and weird, trying to amuse her.

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"Ad calcium milk, drink whatever you want!" Zhao Qian took out four dozen milks and said boldly at the other three.

"Are there any dried pork?" Li Ge moved in.

Zhao Qian didn't mind, he took out a bag of dried pork and peanuts from his pocket, and finally took out a bag of dried mango from his school bag.

"Eat, I invite today!"

Yao Yi stretched out his hand toward the dried mango, while Li Ge stretched out his hand to reach the bag of dried pork.

Han Jiaojiao didn't move: "Why are you so happy? Are you sure you will be in the top 50?"

Yao Yi and Li Geju are evil hands that stop themselves.

Zhao Qian didn't care, he smiled and said, "I'm absolutely sure, this number of times is difficult in physics and chemistry, and I have done well in the exam. And I have tried very hard to learn English, and it will be no problem to pass this time."

Han Jiaojiao then let go of Zhao Qian, moved the remaining peanuts, and put them in front of him.

Zhao Qian eagerly helped Han Jiaojiao to insert a straw, and then he inserted a straw into the dozen of undisassembled ad calcium milk. The four of them took a dozen of milk and started to suck.

"I didn't expect that Fu Chuan next door hadn't finished writing the composition." Zhao Qian took a bottle, took out the straw, plugged it in and continued to **** on another bottle.

"It seems to be dissatisfied with his head teacher." Li Ge recalled the gossip he had heard.

Han Jiaojiao frowned, disagreeing: "No, even though Aunt Zhou Hui is a bit more competitive, she is first-class to students."

Yao Yi bit his straw, absent-mindedly: "When I was writing that day, he was still writing and reading comprehension."

"Well, I also heard the invigilator urging him." Han Jiaojiao seemed to recall something, but she was taking the exam at the time and didn't pay attention to the others.

"Anyway, no matter what he is, you will definitely be Yao Yi you first this time!" Li Ge said firmly.

Every time a course is given, a test paper is issued. This time, people are a little nervous. After all, it is related to the division of classes.

This time the results came out much later than before, and the teachers of all subjects were balancing.

"Full score, full score, full score..." Zhao Qian flipped through his test papers at the same table, counting the full scores of Yao Yi like money.

"Yao Yi, you write thirty-two points this time!" Li Ge twisted his sleek and flexible body, ran back to his seat, and informed them.

"Rapid progress!" Zhao Qian put down the test paper in his hand, "I want to see your 32-point composition."

"..." Yao Yi allowed these people to be demon, bowing his head and calculating his own problems.

She asked her neighbor to buy these books. Yao Yi can understand most of them, but there are always some things she doesn't understand. Yao Yi sometimes wants to go to university immediately and discuss these issues with his teacher.

It's a pity that her parents are firmly against Yao Yi's skipping grades, unless she finishes the normal college entrance examination and does whatever she wants after she goes to university.

Because of the incomplete separation, the atmosphere of the second class has become more intimate. Some students who have already chosen the arts and sciences cherish their friends in the class even more. Once they are separated, the chances of meeting each other will become very few in the future.

You must know that the liberal arts and science classes are in different buildings, and you can hardly meet each other, if you don't look for them specifically.

"Students, one for each." Lao Han handed a stack of forms to the monitor in a low voice, "Send it first."

After everyone got it, Lao Han began to explain: "This is a list of arts and sciences. Think about it first, and then show it to your parents when you look back."