Fake Slackers

"Student, what about Chinese, what score can you get in the Chinese test?"

'The best score in the audience' scratched his head and said shyly, "More than 80..."

Everyone in the gathering place for poor students seemed to have found a savior, and they rushed forward, and some people stuffed cigarettes into his breast pocket: "Brother, please accept my little heart, please accept it, don't be polite."

"A score of [-] in Chinese, I have only seen it in my dreams. How could such a good score be reduced to our examination room? You are really an underappreciated talent, a master living among the people."

"It's really too strong, I'll give you a look later and throw me the answer."

"Don't worry, my brother has been in the world for more than ten years, absolutely zero risk, even if I eat the answer, I won't let it fall into the clutches of the invigilator."

"..."

The boy who was surrounded by people was in high spirits the whole time, he thought, he would try to stay in this exam room next time for the exam... It's nice to be a big brother.

I feel that my whole body is full of strength!

No one had ever boasted about his failing grades like that!

Xie Yu sat on his seat and turned his pen, waiting for the invigilator to enter the class.

Three fingers pinched the black fountain pen, turning it carelessly, round and round, he narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little sleepy waiting.

He Zhao poked Xie Yu's right shoulder with a pen: "Little friend, do you want an answer?"

The pen in Xie Yu's hand fell with a "snap".His fingers were slender, with particularly prominent knuckles, and he maintained that posture without moving.

"You?" Xie Yu supported his head with one hand, looked back at him sideways, and said, "Forget it."

Knowing that Xie Yu had misunderstood, He Zhao leaned back, stretched out his hand with a smile, curled his index finger, and lightly tapped Xie Yu's forehead: "What are you thinking, of course it's not mine, it's that guy over there The little brother who is [-] in mathematics and [-] in Chinese..."

That blow was really light, as if it was just rubbing against it.

Xie Yu instinctively repelled this kind of contact, not so much as repulsion, it is more appropriate to use the word "unaccustomed". He stood up with one hand on the desk, leaned forward, and really wanted to blow He Chao's head off: "Did you follow?" You said don't touch your hands all the time."

He Zhao sat in the last one, and there was still a little distance between the seat and the wall, so he took a few steps back with the chair.

"Your temper is quite strong," He Zhao said, "...be good, stop making trouble, don't get excited."

The commotion they made was a bit loud, and the others looked into the corner intentionally or unintentionally, expressing that they didn't know what the two were doing.Call it a fight, but it doesn't look like it.

"What are they doing?"

"I heard from Class Three that Xie Yu and Brother Chao are a bit gay."

"what?"

"I didn't really believe it..."

"Which Class [-] student knows everything? The news in his mouth is true or false, just listen to it."

Then the bell rang again.

Director Jiang's voice came from the radio: "Candidates, there are still 5 minutes before the start of the test. Please go back to the designated test site. The first test subject: Chinese."

The wording of the broadcast up to here is very strict, and the tone is soft, probably to ease the nervousness of the candidates for the exam, but Director Jiang suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, and then the painting style changed again, and his voice suddenly increased: "Student, which class are you in?" What?! It’s time for the exam and you’re still playing around here, stop, come over here, little bastard, how dare you run away..."

"..."

The broadcast was interrupted, and some students keenly heard the footsteps of high-heeled shoes in the corridor, and quickly reminded everyone: "Shh, the invigilator is here."

The noisy class fell silent instantly.

He Zhao didn't know how to write the word quiet at all, so he poked Xie Yu with a pen again: "I'll pass on the answer to you later."

Xie Yu said two words coldly: "No."

He Zhao: "Why not, [-] percent Chinese."

Xie Yuxin said what if I want a fart answer, what if I accidentally get higher than you in the exam.

"I'm sorry," Xie Yu found a reasonable reason, "The score is too high, it's not suitable for me."

The two invigilators who came in were Tang Sen and Xu Xia.

What a coincidence, these two people have a lot to do with the second and third classes of high school.

Xu Xia was probably transferred here temporarily. When she walked to the door, she asked, "Is this the class?" Old Tang replied, "That's right."Tang Sen held the middle-aged and elderly wolfberry health-preserving tea that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. As soon as he came in, he put down the tea cup, opened the sealed test paper bag, and counted the number of test papers.

Xu Xia brought a cushion and a book. She glanced around, and when she saw He Zhao, her expression froze unnaturally for a second, and she looked away again.

"Xu Xia." A classmate recognized her.

"I don't know her. How is she? Is the proctor strict?"

"I used to be the head teacher of the third class, but he was transferred away... You can ask Brother Chao, he should know better."

"Brother Chao, Brother Chao."

The one who was closest to He Zhao really asked in a low voice, after all, the proctoring quality of these two teachers directly affects their fate: "Old Tang, I know that the female teacher next to him is not strict. ?”

He Zhao smiled, and threw the pen in his hand onto the table: "Her."

He Zhao just said two words and didn't say any more.

That classmate scratched his head, not knowing why, but felt that He Zhao's smile looked a bit cold.

Regardless of whether the invigilator is strict or not, the cheats that should be done must still be done.

This group of people's grades are not very good, they are very courageous, they are playing with their hearts, and they don't hesitate at the right time.

Rounding it all up is literally one big action movie.

"There is still half an hour before the end of the exam. Hurry up and answer the questions. Those who haven't started writing essays should control their answering speed."

Xu Xia walked back and forth a few times and did not leave. She just sat on a chair and read a book. Tang Sen wandered around the classroom with a water glass in his hand: "Be honest, what we come to school to learn is not only knowledge, but more important than being able to solve problems. It's learning to be a human..."

As Tang Sen was talking, when he turned around, the ball-shaped answer sheet flew past him.

"I hope everyone will not cheat and show their true level. If you don't know it, you won't, there is nothing shameful... We will work hard to master it in our future studies..."

The ball of paper just hit the corner of He Chao's table.

No matter what questions He Zhao did, he always said "Give up, next question" in five words, with the exception of Chinese.I can understand Chinese at least, but I am not illiterate, so every time I take a Chinese test, I will fill up the test paper to the brim, to make up for the regret that I can't start with other subjects.

After finishing the previous questions, he began to write the composition, which was so passionate that the words were too scribbled to fit in the grid.

Seeing that Tang Sen was about to turn around again, He Chao stretched out his hand calmly and held the paper ball in his hand.

Sure enough, Tang Sen turned around. He stared at He Zhao's rolled noodles for a long time, with a complicated expression on his face. In the end, he didn't say anything. With his hands behind his back, he swung to other places and muttered a few words about the rolled noodles. : "...Basic requirements, handwriting is clear, and the score of the roll is the last thing that should be deducted, so please pay attention to it."

Since the [-] or so people all pointed to an answer, they discussed for a long time, and finally discussed the assembly-line-style answer passing mode of the attack.

The classmate who passed the answer to He Zhao hinted that he had finished copying it and handed it over.

He Zhao gracefully made an "OK" gesture to reassure him.

Xie Yu was still thinking that getting [-] or [-] points in Chinese this time should be about the same. Half of his test paper was blank, and he simply didn't fill in the answers for the questions that he didn't plan to get points for.

He Zhao's level of answering questions with his eyes open and blind is beyond his reach.

In the Chinese class before the exam, Old Tang handed out two special reading test papers, homework in class, and they had to be collected after class.He watched helplessly as He Zhao filled in all the blanks seriously, but the fillings were all inappropriate. The last answer sheet was widely circulated in the class, and Liu Cunhao and the others regarded it as a joke.

The topic of this test composition is "back view".

Xie Yu was working hard to digress, and his head hurt from researching off topic, and he heard He Zhao calling him in a low voice behind him.

Then he was poked twice in the back.

"Old Xie," He Zhao whispered, "Hands, below."

"what?"

"Answer, reach out your hand."

Holding the ball of paper in his hand, He Zhao leaned forward, his left hand was hidden under the table, leaning against the wall, very concealed, Xie Yu could reach it with his hand.

Xie Yu leaned back calmly, propping up the edge of the table with one hand, shortening the distance between the two of them, he lowered his voice and said softly, "I said no."

"You don't want it, the buddies in front are still waiting to copy," He Zhao tapped the bottom of the table with his fingertips, urging, "The fate of those people is in your hands, do good deeds every day, and work hard to develop charity. "

The noise made by the large fan in the center of the ceiling overwhelmed the conversation between the two, and a slightly hot breeze came in from the window.The windows in the classroom are bright and clean, and there are seven or eight extra test papers on the podium, which are pressed by the chalk box, and the corners are curled up by the fan, as if they will fly up in the next second.

Xie Yu reluctantly lowered his arm, stretched it back, and couldn't touch it for a long time.

"where?"

"Just down there."

"No."

"Yes, touch it again."

Xie Yu wanted to find out about the enemy's situation, and asked while groping, "Did you copy it?"

"Me? I didn't copy it." After He Zhao finished speaking, he remembered Xie Yu's previous sentence of "I'm sorry", and said, "...I thought about it, and I don't want to."

"..."

Xie Yu was so annoyed that he leaned back a few more times, thinking that he would let him go if he couldn't get it this time, let them die, copy whatever they didn't know how to do, and just leave it alone... Thinking like this, I got it He Zhao's fingertips.

Both of them were taken aback.

The fan squeaked and continued to spin.

There were only a few stubs of chalk left in the chalk box, and finally they couldn't hold down the test papers on the podium, and they were blown up by the wind. Xu Xia hurriedly closed the book and bent over to pick it up.

Xie Yu didn't let go, and He Zhao didn't withdraw his hand either.

After a stalemate for a while, He Zhao moved his finger suddenly, and his index finger was slightly lifted up, just touching Xie Yu's palm.