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On Sunday morning, everyone was pulled into the auditorium to give lectures—actually, a weekly ideological and political class.

This group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old leather children are most tired of this kind of theoretical class, but they have to take it. They are all listless and listless.

The instructor prepared more than [-] pages of PPT, each page is full of small five fonts, and the head will be three circles larger if you look at it more.

Before going out, Song Yao went to the toilet to squat in the pit again, threatening Shang Chu to jump into the pit and commit suicide if he didn’t wait for him. After he finished shitting and arrived in the small auditorium, there was only the middle seat in the first row.

The instructor opened the slideshow with a remote control, and waved to them with a smile: "Come in, come in, the best two seats are reserved for you."

Shang Chu: "..."

Song Yao: "..."

Shang Chu stood by the door and looked around. Bai Aize and Qin Sinian sat in the last row, and there was an empty seat between them.

Shang Chu pointed to the empty seat in the back row and said, "Teacher, let me sit there."

Song Yao elbowed him and said in a low voice, "You fucking betrayed brother?"

"Sit at the front," the instructor greeted them, "sit at the front and hear clearly, there is a lot of content today."

Song Yao immediately hooked his shoulders and dragged him to the first row: "Yes, yes, sit in the front. We have to listen carefully to such a wonderful content!"

"Hey! Ai Ze!" Shang Chu saw Bai Ai Ze in the last row with closed eyes out of the corner of his eyes. He got up on tiptoe and shouted, "Your notebook was left in the dormitory! I brought it for you!"

Bai Aize sat at the end of the auditorium, folded his arms, leaned against the back of the chair and dozed off, and raised his eyelids upon hearing this.

Shang Chu winked at him and hinted: "I'll take the book down and give it to you!"

There was a black leather notebook on Bai Aize's desk. He calmly stuffed the notebook into the drawer, raised his hand and said, "Here."

"Teacher, his notebook is here with me," Shang Chu turned his head, and said to the instructor in embarrassment, "he also helped me take a seat..."

"It's up to you." The instructor waved his hand.

"Fuck!" Song Yao gritted his teeth.

Shang Chu patted him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Brother, come on, you are sitting in the first row again for such a wonderful content, don't doze off, hold on!"

After finishing speaking, he shook off his steps and ran towards the back of the auditorium.

Shang Chu sat down on the empty seat, with Bai Aize on the left and Qin Sinian on the right.

"Thank you," Shang Chu stuffed the bag into the drawer, "Fortunately, you reacted quickly, otherwise you would have exposed your secrets."

"Where's the notebook?" Bai Aize tapped twice on the table with his fingers.

"What book?" Shang Chu asked casually.

"The notebook I left in the dormitory." Bai Aize hooked his hand, "Did you bring it?"

"What's wrong with you?" Shang Chu was furious, staring at him and said, "How do I know you really didn't bring it?"

"Oh?" Bai Aize squinted his eyes half-closed, slightly raised the corners of his pale lips, "So student Shang was lying to the teacher just now?"

When he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand. Shang Chu was startled, worried that he would raise his hand to make a small report, so he quickly grabbed his wrist and pressed it on the table: "Bring it! Isn't it just a notebook?" ?Hold!"

He took out his notebook from his bag and threw it in front of Bai Aize: "You use mine!"

Bai Aize raised his head slightly, leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, his two long legs stretched forward naturally, and his posture was elegant as if he was sitting on a high-end sofa.He nodded, not being polite to Shang Chu at all, took his notebook and opened it. On the title page, there were four big characters written on the title page-"Notes of the Number One Scholar", and there was a line of small characters at the bottom: Shang Chu's work, all rights reserved, peeking must study.

Shang Chu didn't bother to talk to him, and turned his body to the other side, only to find that Qin Sinian was staring straight at him, and he didn't know how long he was behind his back.

"Is there no one here?" Shang Chu asked.

"No, no," Qin Sinian lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Why doesn't Student Shang sit with Song Yao, I think you are always inseparable."

"How can you desert while sitting in the first row?" Shang Chu raised his eyebrows.

"That's right." Qin Sinian raised his head and smiled at Shang Chu, "My seat is next to the door, there is a lot of space, do you want to change with me..."

"Here." Before Shang Chu heard what Qin Sinian said, Bai Aize's deep voice came from the left, "It's wrong."

"Ah?" Shang Chu turned around, "What's wrong?"

Bai Aize put his fingertips against a line of dog crawling characters in Shang Chu's notebook, and slowly said: "The oracle bone inscriptions are not the earliest characters, they can only be said to be the earliest known Chinese characters so far. And here—"

His fingertips moved down a few lines, and then said: "The characteristic of literati painting is freehand brushwork, not 'painting well'."

"...Fuck, fuck!" Shang Chu snatched his notebook, his ears were a little hot, and said in a low voice, "You fucking peeked at my number one scholar's notes!"

Since entering the science department in the second grade of high school, Shang Chu's attitude towards the three subjects of politics, history and geography is that if you can pass the exam, you just have to pass the exam.Taking the huikao huikao means that everyone will be able to take the exam, and a passing score is enough, so the class notes are taken for granted, full of mistakes and omissions, but Bai Aize can find it out unexpectedly.

Bai Aize bowed politely: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it's just..."

He hesitated.

Shang Chu narrowed his eyes: "Just what?"

Bai Aize said leisurely: "It's just that the mistake is too obvious."

"I wrote it wrong on purpose," Shang Chu bit the bullet and argued, "This is my correction question, just to test whether people who read the notes can find these mistakes."

"So that's how it is," Bai Aize sighed, "I just said that classmate Shang would never make such a low-level mistake."

"..." With a dark face, Shang Chu turned the notebook to a blank page, and slapped it in front of Bai Aize, "You write it here."

Bai Aize calmly took out his own leather notebook from the drawer: "I just forgot, I brought the notebook."

Shang Chu gritted his teeth: "You did it on purpose."

Bai Aize showed a proper helpless expression on his face: "It's really not."

Shang Chu snorted coldly, glanced at his messy history notes, and stuffed the notebook back into his backpack.

At the end of the lecture, Hou Jian came to the auditorium and said that there will be a fighting test at the end of the month. From now on, we will train in groups of two.

"Next, let me read the grouping arrangement." Hou Jian opened the folder in his hand, glanced at the students sitting below, and said forcefully, "The grouping is jointly decided by the coaching staff based on your selection results, and no objections are accepted. The scores of the two people in the team are linked, and the average score is taken as the final score. I hope that everyone will take this opportunity to cultivate a sense of teamwork and help."

Hearing this, Shang Chu finally understood, what is the sense of teamwork and support? To put it bluntly, it means letting the strong lead the weak, and those with good grades lead to those with poor grades. It is similar to the one-on-one study in junior high school.

"Song Yao," Hou Jian first selected No.2, "You and Qin Sinian are in the same group."

Shang Chu was a little surprised. He thought Qin Sinian would give it to him, but he didn't expect it to be given to Song Yao.

"Okay," Song Yao was always carefree, turned around and waved his hands, "Xiao Qin, we will practice together from now on!"

Qin Sinian lowered his head, couldn't see his face, and didn't know whether he was willing or not.

"Jiang Xuecheng, partner Li Guo."

"Why?" Jiang Xuecheng slapped the table and stood up, "That weak chicken, I don't..."

"I said," Hou Jian interrupted him, "If you don't accept objections, if you don't agree, pack up and leave!"

Jiang Xuecheng thumped the table with clenched fists, and sat back on his seat angrily.

"Yu Fan, partner Qi Zhao; Su Qingming, partner Zhang Juexiao..."

Shang Chu propped his chin with one hand, waiting boredly for his name.

If the partner in front of the selection ranks behind the partner, who will he match?The tail end of the crane was assigned to Song Yao, and there was someone at No.2 from the bottom...

"Shang Chu," Hou Jian closed the folder, clasped his hands behind his back, and said loudly, "Partner Bai Aize."

Shang Chu opened his eyes.

Hold!He was airborne? !

"I do not......"

He frowned, and just about to get up to protest, someone pushed down on his shoulder, and he fell back into the seat again.

Bai Aize raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Please advise me, No.1."