A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

The three of them had just left the front door of the office. At the back door, Zhuang Ruoying followed Ma Pingchun with the test paper in his arms.

Zhuang Ruoying happened to see the back of Zhuang Shen in private clothes in the light of his eyes, and vaguely felt that the person next to him was Shen Wen, but disappeared outside the door before he could see clearly.

Ma Pingchun sat down: "Put the test paper here, your weekly diary was well written last time, and you must keep it in the future."

Zhuang Ruoying lowered her head and smiled: "Thank you, Teacher Ma."

When Zhuang Ruoying walked to the door, she heard the voice of Ma Pingchun talking to a teacher: "I said that Zhuang Shen is a mouse shit, and he fought with Fan Sheng on the first day? Really..."

Zhuang Ruoying wanted to hear a few more words, but a girl from the same class outside ran over and took her hand and said, "Ruoying, what are you doing here?"

"I just gave the test paper to Teacher Ma." Zhuang Ruoying smiled, "I heard that a transfer student came from class ten and beat Fan Sheng."

"Ah?" Pan Jie just paused for a moment, then revealed it with little interest: "Have you read the school forum? They just finished judging the school grass, and today they have another school beauty competition, and you are also shortlisted, next week A few people should be selected to vote."

Zhuang Ruoying asked: "Who did the school pick?"

"Who else is there, Shen Wen." Pan Jie looked longingly: "Don't worry, I'll ask someone I know to canvass for you frantically. If you can get the position of school belle, maybe you can get to know Shen Wen because of it. You will be able to see him a lot more!"

Zhuang Ruoying rolled her hair and smiled: "Not necessarily..."

After Zhuang Shen went out, he went to the textbook room to get the textbooks for this semester. When he returned to the classroom with the books in his arms, he had already been in class for more than ten minutes.

There was a physics class inside, and a multiple-choice question was displayed on the electronic screen after the blackboard was cut open.

A fat middle-aged teacher happened to be looking down at the podium.

Zhuang Shen stood at the door: "Report."

Everyone saw that he came back safely after beating Fan Sheng, but Fan Sheng disappeared, and there was a lot of discussion in the class.

The physics teacher turned to see him, saw that he was wearing his own clothes and holding a book, and was still an unfamiliar face, and asked, "Are you a new classmate?"

Zhuang Shen said politely, "Yes, teacher."

"That's fine, then you can answer it!" The teacher's elite eyes showed a smile, and he pointed to the question on the screen: "Go back to your seat first, and then answer when you think about it."

Zhuang Shen glanced at the question. It was a magnetic field calculation question. Although the process was a bit more complicated than ordinary multiple-choice questions, Zhuang Shen was very familiar with this type of question.

The chicks who were waiting for the teacher to roll their names were relieved.

Before he finished breathing out, he heard Zhuang Shen say, "Choose C."

Ok? ? ?

Everyone looked at this good-looking new classmate.

Is it a scholar?

The physics teacher was quite surprised and nodded: "The answer is correct, not bad, go back to your seat!"

Zhuang Shen sat down on his seat against the enthusiastic gazes of the crowd.

The cell phone in his pocket rang several times. Zhuang Shen took out the cell phone while putting down the book, and several missed calls of Zhuang Huiye were displayed on it.

There are still a few unread text messages coming.

[Fighting just after transferring to another school?Zhuang Shen, are you here to study or to be a gangster!Does it look like a student? 】

[Don't answer the phone, who will you show your face to? 】

[If you don't learn well all day long, you think I want to control you?Next time you want to fight and fail, don't go home! 】

Is there such a good thing?

Zhuang Shen put down his phone, Jiang Huai turned his head and patted his desk in front of him: "Are you a top student?"

"Ah, no," Zhuang Shencheng said, "I'm a scumbag."

Jiang Huai didn't believe it: "Students can still answer the last multiple-choice question in a few seconds? Who are you bluffing? I know you are a top student, and you like to be humble."

Zhuang Shen: "The question just now was skillful."

Jiang Huai was curious: "What technique?"

Zhuang Shen: "Three longs and one short choose the shortest, three shorts and one long choose the longest, and if the lengths are the same, choose C. If the questions are all numbers, then choose C."

"Fuck." Hearing the golden sentence in the student's answer, Jiang Huai was even more moved when he met a confidant: "A fellow!"

Zhuang Shen arranged the books and found that there was no one beside him.

There are many books on his deskmate.

If you look at it casually, there are everything from ancient poetry anthologies to foreign original novels, but there are no textbooks.

Jiang Huai noticed his gaze, and chatted: "Brother Wen, he often skips classes, the class time is not fixed, and the exam does not come. The teacher doesn't care about him. Where should he go to paint now? I heard that he has been in the school recently. Looking for a model, alas, I don’t know him too well, anyway, it’s a mess.”

Zhuang Shen nodded, expressing his understanding.

Jiang Huai explained again: "But he is different from us! He is a god of learning. He thought it was class time for the final exam last semester. He came in and was forced to take a math test. He handed in the paper and left in half an hour. Guess what? That time The [-]th school joint exam, the math questions are extremely difficult! He is the only one! Full score! Contestant!"

Zhuang Shen expressionless: "Wow."

Jiang Huai excitedly said: "Aren't you a great thief!"

Zhuang Shen remained calm: "It's amazing."

Sitting in the classroom at the beginning of the second year of high school, the new content taught by the teacher is like a nine-nine multiplication table to him.

Before get out of class, the physics teacher assigned daily homework and added: "The completion of the physics problems on the practice pass is not very good. Don't you usually like to play with your mobile phone? When you have nothing to do, open the practice pass to play. Easy and knowledgeable!"

I remembered everyone's distressed voices: "Farewell, teacher, I can't finish my homework..."

"Where is it easy? Where did it come from?!"

"I don't allow anyone to treat this kind of thing as entertainment!"

Zhuang was puzzled: "What is Practice Pass?"

Jiang Huai turned on the phone and showed it to him: "Here, this is a question-making software. Teachers from various schools will upload exercises for us to compete in. However, there is a Mathematical Olympiad creativity contest. If you are favored by the judges, you will get extra points in the college entrance examination, and it is more likely that you will be directly recommended to Qingbei."

He disliked it and added: "Anyway, this has nothing to do with us. A group of top students are roaming in the sea of ​​questions. It's scary to think about it, and it still takes up memory if you download it."

Zhuang Shen glanced at the blue and white software icon, nodded: "Got it."

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, many people came from outside the corridor. Zhuang Shen couldn't help but take a look outside amidst the chirping discussions.

This time, it was even more noisy outside.

Zhuang Shen was puzzled and found that everyone was still looking in his direction.

Looking to the side, I instantly understood.

Probably because Shen Wen came up today, and the girls who heard the news all wanted to come and see the school girl's face.

Zhuang Shen took his mobile phone and went out through the congested back door.

He wasn't going to attend the next class either, and wanted to go back to the dormitory to clean things up.

As soon as he stepped down the stairs, the girls behind him immediately started talking.

"This is the new transfer student? I can do this!"

"Isn't that photo on the forum really P's? He was holding Fan Sheng by the collar and threatening him with broken glass?"

"It's beautiful and cool, today I'm going to climb the wall, and the male god is replaced."

"I still like Shen Wen's kind..."

The dormitory is a deluxe room for two people, and it is furnished like a five-star hotel. There is another person in his room, I don't know if it is from his class.

Zhuang Shen had just made the bed when he received a call from his brother.

"Xiao Shen, have you arrived at school yet?" Zhuang Chenxu's voice was still gentle.

Zhuang Shen sat hard on the paved bed, was bounced back, his upper body fell on the soft quilt, and looked at the ceiling.

"arrive."

Zhuang Chenxu smiled: "That's good, I'll pick you up after school today, and have a meal together."

Although Zhuang Shen was not the original owner, he still couldn't fully accept Zhuang Chenxu's kindness, but he could feel that Zhuang Chenxu very much hoped that the family would be harmonious and beautiful.

He is trying to maintain the relationship between his brother and stepsister.

Zhuang Shen could only respond: "Okay."

"Okay, then you have a good time in class this afternoon."

Zhuang Shen sat at the table for a while, turned on his mobile phone a little bored, and downloaded the exercise pass.

As soon as I entered, I saw the Mathematical Olympiad Creative Competition, which took up a large space on the homepage.

Click to enter and find that you have to log in to view the rules. Practice pass requires ID card registration, and you can edit your nickname freely.

Enter SHEN in the name box after registration.

Click on it again and look at the conditions. It says that you can organize the edited topics into Word and upload them. The operation is very convenient.

It's just an announcement stage now, and the day of open upload is still two months away.

Interesting topic design.

Zhuang Shen thought for a while, picked up a pen, and started writing at the desk.

At noon, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and a boy wearing earphones walked in, seeing Zhuang Shenyixi: "You really share a dormitory with me! I was still wondering if you were a boarding student in the morning. You must have a room with me."

When Zhuang Shen was thinking about the topic, he was more involved, and he stopped writing and closed the notebook when he heard what he said.

"My name is Liu Fan, and we will be roommates from now on." Liu Fan put down the Coke and sat next to him with a hot dog, "What are you writing about?"

A few crumpled paper balls were thrown beside Zhuang Shen's notebook, and Liu Fan couldn't help but take a second look.

"I remembered something." Zhuang Shen realized that it was time for dinner, "Is there any food in the cafeteria?"

"Yes, there are fewer people now," Liu Fan said, and then asked him with bright eyes: "You injured Fan Sheng today, did Mr. Xu say anything?"

"I didn't hurt him," Zhuang Shen emphasized. He controlled his strength and only threatened him a little. "Teacher Xu only asked me to go back to class and didn't say anything."

Liu Fan's eyes became even more admirable, and he kept talking: "You are so awesome! Oh, why did you dare to scold him as soon as you go up? I feel good looking at him, but why didn't you come to class afterwards? You Do you know that girls in our school—”

Zhuang Shen stuffed the hot dog into his mouth: "I'm going to eat."

Liu Fan took a bite of the hot dog and looked at the back of Zhuang Shen leaving.

His roommate is really cool!

Zhuang Shen ordered two random dishes and finished his lunch. He was walking while thinking about the Olympiad topic. Several boys under the shade of the tree saw him come out and came over to block his way.

There was an obvious provocative look on his face.

"Rang Rang?" Zhuang Shen was a little annoyed when his thinking was interrupted.

The leader, Huang Mao, smiled sarcastically: "Give it up? You want to go back to take a nap after beating our elder brother? Go to the rooftop."

Under the scorching sun, Zhuang Shen's skin was tanned white, and he lowered his eyes impatiently, with a chill that didn't suit the temperature all over his body.

That face was full of indifference: "Go."

The door of the roof was kicked open by Huang Mao, and the empty sky was unobstructed.

Huang Mao stood in front of him, and the others surrounded Zhuang Shen, with disdain and mockery in their eyes.

"It's because you're a first-time offender. I'll give you a choice, whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group fight. Choose one yourself." Huang Mao squeezed his fingers and made a crisp "click".

Zhuang Shen didn't have time to waste time with them one by one, and when he was about to speak, there was a little noise from a corner of the roof.

A voice that made him feel very comfortable came, like a clear stream passing by, alleviating the restlessness in his heart.

"What about the fight? Can I join in?"

Everyone looked to the side.

There is an easel on the corner of the roof, and an open paint box on the high chair beside it.

Shen Wen was half leaning against the railing, with a lighted cigarette still in his hand.

He stood in a loose posture, and when he raised his eyes to look at people in the sun, his long and narrow eyes were half-closed, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow on the lower eyelid.

Casual, and a little publicity, not easy to provoke.

Huang Mao was obviously a little jealous of Shen Wen, and the provocation on his face restrained a bit: "This is our private matter, it has nothing to do with you, right?"

Shen Wen gave him a sideways look, threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stomped it out, and walked towards them.

The few people who were flaunting their might instantly became tense under his approach.

"Why is it a private matter?" Shen Wen's eyes fell on Zhuang Shen, and his voice was lazier, "He is the person I am covering."

Shen Wen smiled lightly, but his eyes were terribly cold: "If you want to beat him, you should ask me first."