A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

The form posted on the school bulletin board was taken on the screen of Jiang Huai's mobile phone.

He deliberately only intercepted Zhuang Shen's line.

Shen Wen glanced at it, and found that Zhuang Shen's grades in various subjects were very easy to remember.

Mathematics, 20 points.

English, 18 points.

Comprehensive, 12 points.

Chinese, 0 points.

The total score is 50 points.

Class ranking, bottom one.

Ranked by age, the bottom one.

Zhuang Shen really used his strength to tell everyone how many people there are in the whole school.

Shen Wen looked at the screen quietly for a few seconds, then raised his eyes, his eyes were full of coldness.

"Impossible." Although the tone of the words is decisive, but still a little shaken, "Has the test paper been handed out?"

Jiang Huai put away his mobile phone and shook his head: "No, the grades just came out, and they will probably be sent out during class. I know you won't believe it, but I also found it incredible when I saw his grades, so I went to ask him."

He paused for a moment, and said deliberately, "Do you know how Zhuang Shen answered the questions?"

Shen Wen turned his eyes sideways, his habitually lazy face was focused and serious.

"He answered some questions by himself, but he didn't know most of the questions, so he answered the questions completely according to 'three long and one short, choose the shortest, three short and one long, choose the longest, and choose C for the same length'! "Jiang Huai's face was very psychedelic, "Besides, there are not many multiple-choice questions in Chinese, and there are no routines in all of them, so his multiple-choice questions are zero! The total Chinese score is also zero!"

Shen Wen frowned slightly, recalling Zhuang Shen's paper he saw during the first exam.

"No, he has filled up the answer sheets for the reading questions."

"Oh, he copied the stems of the questions, or the original text," Jiang Huai explained, "It's okay to copy the original text, and some questions can get one or two points for copying the original text, but you know his words, It’s too messy, if you scan it on the computer, the teacher probably won’t give friendship points.”

Shen Wen: "..."

"Even if I put the answer sheet on the ground and step on it, the score is higher than him." Jiang Huai rubbed his chin and said, "He said before that he could pass more than 100 in the exam. Did he deliberately brag for face?"

Shen Wen: "..."

He now feels that his tablemate's grades are quite problematic.

Zhuang Shen got his answer sheets for each subject, stacked them neatly, and put them on the table.

He was too lazy to listen to the monthly exam papers these two days. He was just about to go back to the dormitory to read quietly when Zhao Xiaoxia walked in from the outside and said to him, "Zhuang Shen, Teacher Xu wants you to go to the office."

Zhuang Shen paused, changed direction, and walked towards the teacher's office.

On Xu Xuehai's computer, the grade table of the class was displayed, and his mouse stopped on the row of Zhuang Shen.

In fact, there is no need to mark it specially. After all, Zhuang Shen is on the last line, and the score is too easy to remember. There is no chance of misreading the score.

When Zhuang Shen walked to his desk, Xu Xuehai immediately looked up, opened the notebook in his hand, and asked him: "The monthly exam is over, have you seen your results?"

Zhuang Shen: "Look."

He reckoned that Xu Xuehai might want to give him a lecture.

Xu Xuehai nodded, with a smile on his amiable face, with a gentle expression: "I saw your grades, and you got [-] points in math! Very good!"

Zhuang Shen: "..."

"In science, the math score is the highest, which means that your logic is better, and you are the material for science!" Xu Xuehai spoke passionately, "And if you have advanced in mathematics, is it still difficult for you to comprehensively integrate your theory?"

Zhuang Shen: "..."

After Xu Xuehai finished speaking, his face was full of joy: "You see that you are quite serious in my class. You didn't sleep or talk. It means that as long as you have an attitude, your grades in this subject will not be bad! Don't you think so?"

Zhuang Shen: "...Yes."

Xu Xuehai looked at his grades again, and carefully analyzed: "The English is not bad, but the score in the comprehensive science is not close..."

The total is only a dozen points, but Xu Xuehai is really analyzing seriously, he is really a passionate teacher.

He sighed, and continued: "Why is there only zero points in Chinese? There is a way to remedy this Chinese. You spend some time and memorize ancient poems. At least you can write from memory, right? You can get [-] points in mathematics. , this language should not be..."

Just as he was talking, Ma Pingchun, who was sitting beside him, put the book in his heavy hand on the table, and said in a low voice: "Some students are just spoiled, Mr. Xu, I really disagree with you, if you keep teaching like this, Students will be destroyed one day."

Although he suppressed his voice, he couldn't stop the sarcasm in his words.

Especially Zhuang Shen's score of zero, she couldn't help showing irony when she thought of the corner of her lips.

Chinese can also score zero?

It's unprecedented, I'm afraid it's not full of water in my mind, right?

Only people like Xu Xuehai can boast, which is simply misleading.

If she came to teach, any student who dared to get such a result in the exam would never be able to stay in her class anymore!Let them know that this kind of achievement can only sweep the streets when they go out in the future, and only know how to encourage them, how can they make progress?

She was very fortunate that she had the courage to go to the vice principal to get rid of this student.

Otherwise, how much will the average score of their class be lowered in the college entrance examination?

When Xu Xuehai heard this sentence, he shook his head slightly in disapproval, and said to Zhuang Shen: "Although you have a zero score in Chinese now, there is still more than a year left. Don't worry, don't worry at all!"

He took out an old notebook with worn-out cover from the cabinet next to it, opened a page, and beckoned Zhuang Shen to come over.

On that notebook were the names of the students and the results of each exam since the second year of high school, and there were many notes written by Xu Xuehai beside it, densely packed.

Xu Xuehai said: "Look, this classmate is about the same as you. In the second semester of the second year of high school, his total score was less than [-]. I talked to him several times. ?!"

Zhuang Shen was very supportive: "How many points?"

Xu Xuehai's eyes lit up, and he was very proud: "528! Just stepped on the score line of the first science book! Take a look, are you much better than him!"

Zhuang Shen: "...Yes."

Xu Xuehai continued to inspire people: "Do you have the confidence to surpass him in the college entrance examination!!"

Zhuang Shen: "...Yes."

Beside, Ma Pingchun listened to the conversation between the two, picked up the books and computer, stood up with his head raised, and shook his head disdainfully.

It's hard to meet that kind of counterattack student in a few years. Someone like Zhuang Shen who fights and fights and has no fighting spirit at first glance, how could such an ugly grade be changed because of a single case?

Xu Xuehai also used special cases to comfort others, it was hopeless.

Full of energy, Xu Xuehai continued to tell about his former students in depth.

All of them are the kind of bad boys with extremely poor grades and no reversal at the beginning. In the end, they changed their appearance, studied hard, and went to a university that they couldn't believe at first.

When Xu Xuehai mentioned these students, he didn't have a trace of disdain, but was quite proud, his face was flushed, and the content of his speech was also full of emotion and inspiration.

Zhuang Shen ate the rich chicken soup.

The heart that was originally calm... unexpectedly really fluctuated.

He never imagined that a score of [-] could be blown away by Xu Xuehai.

He has been the first in countless grades and won countless awards, but he has never received such emotions.

After Xu Xuehai finished talking about these outstanding counterattack students, he took a sip of tea, looked at Zhuang Shen beamingly, and said, "After listening, do you have any ideas?"

Zhuang Shen lowered his eyes. He was wearing a neat school uniform, and he looked very cute: "You are very powerful."

"Oh, how am I so good? I didn't teach them anything," Xu Xuehai waved his hand, "These are the gains they have gained through their own efforts."

Xu Xuehai said warmly: "Today I mainly want to tell you that your current grades are nothing! As long as you are willing to work hard and work hard, your grades will improve in no time! You are all smart people, but you just don't work hard enough..."

At this time, in Class Ten classroom.

Fan Sheng suddenly slammed his schoolbag and yelled at everyone in the class: "Who took my watch?!"

The group of people who were chatting and laughing in the class all silenced, and no one dared to speak anymore.

Many people even ran out, far away from the class, before continuing to chat: "What happened to Fan Sheng?"

"Ghost knows, he didn't say anything clearly, just looked like he was going to kill someone."

Fan Sheng pulled the chair hard, his eyes were full of anger, and he was very irritable: "I have 600 million watches, whichever one of you took it, you'd better be sensible and hand it over now!"

Everyone looked at each other and realized that this matter was very difficult, so they didn't dare to move.

Fan Sheng scanned the class and suddenly smiled: "No one talks, right? Okay, then I'll search one by one now!"

Everyone was shocked, looked at each other, and frowned unhappily.

This Fan Sheng was too unreasonable, he lost his things, and wanted to search other people's chairs for any disagreement.

Fan Sheng kept pulling away his deskmate, and impatiently pushed the books on his desk——

Crackling, all kinds of things fell to the ground.

He was at the same table as a boy. Seeing that his desk was destroyed, he dared not speak out. He just stood on the side shaking his fists, angry and scared.

Fan Sheng looked for each table, and no one dared to jump out to stop him.

He was obviously angry, but his face was filled with fear.

Who told Fan Sheng's family to be so powerful, they were no match for Fan Sheng, so they could only grit their teeth and suffer in vain!

Fan Sheng quickly flipped to the last row of their big group.

His eyes paused on Zhuang Shen's table, and his angry eyes became even more terrifying.

Fan Sheng half-closed his eyes, without even thinking about it, he just raised his foot and kicked Zhuang Shen's table hard!

The table that was not supported by it suddenly poured down and fell backwards.

The books on and in the table fell all over the place.

A faint sound of breathing came from around.

Fan Sheng looked down, his eyes widened suddenly, and then he lowered his body and found the watch that was stuck in the book.

Holding the watch, he just chuckled, and there was another strange silence in the classroom.

A cold voice sounded: "Who allows you to move my table?"

Fan Sheng raised his head and saw Zhuang Shen coming in through the back door.

Without any sign of guilt, he stood beside the fallen desk, even stepping on a textbook by Zhuang Shen, and shook the watch in his hand: "You stole my watch, it's pretty cool." Confidence?"

Zhuang Shen walked over calmly, and then asked a few more words: "Do you use your hands or your feet?"

His gaze was like looking at an ant, without any emotion, it was so peaceful.

Fan Sheng raised the corner of his lips: "Whether I use my hands or my feet, it's none of your business...uh..."

A strong force pulled his collar down, and Fan Sheng saw Zhuang Shen's hand holding his collar.

Fair and slender, her knuckles turned white from exertion.

Zhuang Shen couldn't catch up with the momentum of the thunder, so he pushed his knee hard!

The soft stomach collided with the hard knee with gravity, and Fan Sheng was so painful that he retched.

Zhuang Shen did this while he was not paying attention!

When Fan Sheng was still wrapped in severe pain and unable to react at all, Zhuang Shen suddenly pulled the chair aside, raised his hand, and slammed down hard!