The whole school thought I was pretending to be O

What Yang Liu handed out was a set of Chinese simulation test papers.

Almost no one in this class usually listens to the Chinese class, and Yang Liu doesn't intend to waste his energy with them on this matter, so he just took the exam.

And in order to prevent these students from not answering the questions, Yang Liu specially formulated a set of prevention and control measures.

For example, the student who answered the fewest questions helped the teacher to approve the papers for the day.

Everyone is afraid of being the last one, so even Meng will fill the void.

Yang Liu looked at the big clock hanging at the back of the classroom.

"For an hour, without writing a composition, you can answer as much as you can. Whoever answers the least will stay with me after school to grade the papers."

Chu Tao: "?"

It was the first time he had heard of such a rule.

But now everyone in the class is used to it, and no one has any objections.

Chu Tao flattened the paper and wrote his name on the beginning of the paper.

He first glanced at the questions on the entire paper, and found that they were basically the college entrance examination questions from various provinces over the years.

Yang Liu's set of papers was also spelled out from May [-]rd.

He still vaguely remembers two of them.

Although an hour is too little time, he will not be the last one.

Time is limited, of course, write the fastest questions first, and fill in the blanks with ancient poems.

Just as Chu Tao was about to start writing, he heard Fang Sheng muttering from behind: "In the autumn scenery full of horn sounds, what is behind?"

Chu Tao raised his eyebrows slightly.

It turned out that the two second-generation ancestors were not stupid, and knew which question to write first to save time.

Afterwards, he heard Jiang She say impatiently: "Lonely city is closed in Changyan sunset."

Fang Sheng patted his thigh: "Fuck, Brother She 666, I just remembered."

Chu Tao: "..."

As far as the level is concerned, it doesn't help much if you know which question to answer first.

After a while, Fang Sheng asked again: "Brother, do you know about "Shi Shuo?"

Jiang She said indifferently: "It's empty, answer the next question."

Fang Sheng was silent for a moment, and said aggrievedly, "I don't know much about "A Happy Journey", "Chen Qing Biao" and "The Difficult Road to Shu". Which question should I answer?"

Chu Tao tried hard to draw the corners of his lips, and almost laughed out loud.

Just like that, I failed the open-book exam.

He quickly filled in the blanks of the ancient poems, and went to see the classical Chinese translation.

Just heard Jiang She say: "You don't know how to copy?"

The classroom was not quiet, obviously more than one or two people had their thoughts.

Yang Liu moved a chair and sat on the podium, closed his eyes and meditated, pretending he didn't hear.

As far as she is concerned, even if these people can copy their impressions, it will do.

In fact, there were quite a few good kids in the original third class, at least not as crazy as they are now.

But high school is a race against time, and the parents of the good kids couldn't bear to be so delayed, and ran to the principal's office crying for their parents to be transferred.

The principal was afraid of causing trouble, so he transferred them all, and transferred a wave of black sheep from other classes to form this group of 'elites'.

Yang Liu thought, that good new student might not stay for long, so she didn't bother to remember him.

Fang Sheng rested on his arm, turned his pen while tilting his head and asked Jiang She: "Brother She, did you bring your Chinese documents? The school has disabled the blocking again, so I can't access the Internet."

Chu Tao has already written the translation of the sentence at this moment.

Not surprisingly, he should be the fastest in the class.

Suddenly, his chair was kicked.

Chu Tao trembled all over, and the tip of the pen broke through the paper with inertia, leaving a big round hole in the translation question.

Even the following reading questions were stamped out.

Chu Tao took a deep breath, his face turned cold,

He pretended not to feel it, and continued sketching at his desk.

The movements of kicking the chair were endless, Fang Sheng was like an old monk chanting scriptures, while kicking, he reached for his school uniform.

"Hey, new here."

"Have you heard that? Call me back."

"Let me see how much you have written."

"Can you?"

"Feng Ji Tian Gao Yuan Xiao Ai, what's behind?"

Chu Tao was shaken all over by him, unable to write at all.

In the end Fang Sheng simply stood up, grabbed Chu Tao's collar, pulled it back forcefully, and said in a bad tone, "Are you dumb?"

Chu Tao didn't pay attention, his neck was caught by the zipper, and he subconsciously leaned back due to the pain.

This strangled his breath, and his neck was slightly tingling.

Chu Tao took a deep breath, tugged at his clothes, and made a sudden move.

After breaking away from Fang Sheng's hand, he stood up, his eyes were cold, his fists were clenched tightly, he raised his foot and kicked Fang Sheng's table violently: "Get out!"

There was an ear-piercing rattling sound in the classroom, Fang Sheng's desk moved back a lot, and the things on the desk were scattered and dropped to the ground.

Even Jiang She, who had been silent all this time, was not spared.

Fang Sheng's desk bumped into his desk, a can of Coke on his desk shook twice, and finally fell overwhelmed.

The coke was full, tumbling and flowing all over the table.

The brown drink was bubbling and spreading quickly, not only completely soaking Jiang She's entire paper, but also dripping onto his school uniform pants.

Fang was furious, jumped up, grabbed Chu Tao's clothes regardless, the veins on his neck jumped.

"Fuck, you're fucking sick!"

Chu Tao was also a little confused.

He just wanted Fang Sheng not to bother him, but he didn't expect that this kick would cause such a big mess.

In all fairness, it was Fang Sheng who had been harassing him just now, but Jiang She never said a word.

As a result, Jiang She now became the one who was affected the worst.

The class was silent for a moment, everyone put down their pens tacitly, and looked at Chu Tao with the eyes of an alien.

It's been a year and a half, this isn't the first alpha to commit suicide, but he's definitely the most capable alpha.

Even with the class teacher here, I'm afraid he can't protect him.

Even if nothing happens in class, Jiang She will not let him go after class.

It is estimated that in a few days, this person will drop out of school, right?

Chu Tao pursed his pale lips while Ren Fangsheng tugged at his clothes.

The originally clean school uniform and the neatly folded collar are now all wrinkled in a mess.

On his neck, there was still a circle of light red marks from being strangled by plastic zippers.

At this time, Jiang She casually threw the pen into the cola water, raised his eyelids with a cold face, and said to Chu Tao calmly: "Come out with me."